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There was a man named Hu Changzi who was sent to deliver the letter, because he had long legs and a tall man, and his surname was Hu, so he got such a name.

This eldest son Hu is a warm-hearted person, and when something happened to the Wang family, he rushed into the yard with his legs and begged for work everywhere. There is a person in charge of entertaining guests called "Referring to Guests", which is equivalent to the temporary head of the Wang family, who is responsible for handling large and small affairs inside and outside and entertaining condolences guests, which is generally done by people with some heads and prestige in the village.

Hu Changzi was also in his early thirties that year, because the family conditions were not very good, his daughter-in-law married late, and only got a son in the first month of that year.

But this person is poor, he has no status in the village since ancient times, in order to make a good impression on others, he can only help other people's families more, so that others can remember his kindness, and rural areas pay attention to this.

At that time, Lao Wang's family also had a distant relative, in the county next door to my hometown, you can not call these distant relatives for happy events in the countryside, people don't blame you, but if you don't shout for funerals, others will think that you are looking down on him, so you have to tie the knot. So, at that time, as long as someone's family held a funeral, the village must be able to see a lot of faces, what seven aunts and eight aunts, all the way to the funeral, we don't have an old saying in China: the dead are great! Funeral is the best way to see how wide a family's façade is.

At that time, the big families wanted to hold a funeral, which was written on the family tree, and those who could get a little bit of relatives would be notified, for fear of missing someone who didn't shout and be tongued in the future. It's just that this old man has not produced a cultural person for hundreds of years in this small mountain village, as long as he is invited, there is a light on his face.

That county was administratively divided into Anhui Province, and there was a highway between me and my hometown in this county at that time, but I had to go around the long road and turn on a few cars, which was very inconvenient, and I had to take a small road that few people walked on weekdays to cross a big mountain. In addition, that relative lives in the mountains, so no one is willing to receive the letter from this family.

When he heard that there was such a difficult task that no one cared about, Hu Changzi patted his chest in the Wang family compound and promised that he would complete the task. The person who pointed to the guest was worried that no one would send it, and when he heard that Hu Changzi was willing to go, he happily immediately took a few more pieces of white rice cakes from the basket and wrapped them for him, and asked the account office to take two packs of cigarettes out and put them in his pocket, patting Hu Changzi on the shoulder and praising him as the most promising young talent in the village.

This eldest son Hu has never been praised so much, and the tears of emotion only swirled in those eyes, and he was led to Cha Wenbin to receive the funeral letter, and put on new liberation shoes, and his aura only made a group of old ladies laugh.

Hu Changzi sighed that he had finally made a name for himself in this village, and remembered everything Cha Wenbin said, so he went out with a canvas bag on his back.

In fact, he hadn't been to the place where the letter was delivered, he could only know the approximate direction, thinking that he had a mouth, so couldn't he ask along the road when he got there? He stepped on his own permanent brand 28 bar bicycle that he had only purchased after his marriage and went to the back of Wang Zhuang.

There is a big mountain behind this Wangzhuang, called Lion Mountain, with an altitude of nearly 1,000 meters, which is a high mountain in Zhejiang. The top of this mountain is shrouded in clouds and mist all year round, as long as you turn over this mountain, it is Anhui in the past.

In the past, some farmers from Anhui Province came to Zhejiang to sell tea and mountain goods, and this was the way they took, and on our side, there were also some farmers who picked up dried bamboo shoots and herbs to sell to them. But these are all things before the liberation, it should be said that there is an ancient road here, connecting the two neighboring counties between the trade exchanges, and later because their respective economies have developed, there is a local market, and the people will not suffer this hardship and turn over the mountains and turn over that little money.

This eldest son Hu is a native of Wangzhuang, and naturally he has heard the old people talk about this way. The villagers of Wangzhuang also often go up to this Lion Mountain on weekdays, but most of them go up to the halfway up the mountain.

What are you doing up there? As the saying goes, the mountain eats the mountain, and the water eats the water, and to some extent, this mountain also nurtured a side of the villagers, who went up to chop wood, dig herbs and pick tea leaves. There was originally a piece of good wild tea on the halfway side of this Lion Rock, because of the high terrain, it was half a month later than the ordinary green tea on the market. Because the tea juice is fragrant and the shape is beautiful, some peasant women will choose to go up the mountain to pick two taels of tea before dawn, and then drive down the mountain It is already dark.

It is said that there is a better piece of tea on the top of this Lion Rock, but no one has ever dared to go up to pick it, because people say that there are wild ghosts on the top of this mountain that seduce people and attract souls, and they can't go.

Before the implementation of firearms control in the country, most people in rural areas had a kind of self-made earthen gun, fired with black powder, no rifling, and most of them were filled with loose bullets. Although the accuracy is very poor, the power at close range is quite amazing, if you use a tin strip to roll into a bullet and put it in, a 200-pound wild boar can be directly put down at a distance of 30 meters.

At that time, after the autumn was over, several villagers made an appointment to go up the mountain to hunt wild boars, and used dogs to catch the pigs, until they were driven to the top of the mountain to trap them, and then the hunters outflanked them from all directions and shot them.

There was a father and son who participated in this hunt: Hu's eldest son's father and his own grandfather.

After searching the mountains separately, the grandfather of the eldest son of Hu slowly touched up through the bushes, only to see two pigs' ears flickering and fluttering not far away, the old man "bah" saliva towards the palm of his hand, and slowly raised the fire gun to aim, with his experience for so many years, it can be seen that this is a wild boar is foraging.

"When a gunshot rang out, the pair of big ears fell to the ground, and Old Man Hu's marksmanship was a first-class master. The old man shouted his son's name and the other villagers, informing them that the pig had been hit and hurriedly came to carry it, and he excitedly took out a woodcutter to split the thorns and rushed inside, and when he walked over to see, he was dumbfounded, it was his own son who was lying in a pool of blood!

By the time the other excited hunters felt the scene, Old Man Hu had already fainted beside his son. According to the old people of Wang Zhuang, Hu Changzi's father's head melon seeds were directly blasted open by the small wine glass with a tin bar with the thickness of the little thumb, because the tin will carry a very high temperature after the gunpowder is fired, so the whole wound was still scorched at that time, which can be described as miserable.

That year, Xiaohu's eldest son was only two or three years old, and he was still a doll who walked one step and fell two steps. The pillar of the family was gone, and Hu Changzi's mother quietly packed her luggage and ran out a month later, never coming back. And this incident did not make a big deal back then, and after the old man Hu killed his own son by mistake, he was also sad and blamed himself, and every day he held the eldest son of the little Hu and said that what he saw was really a big wild boar with black faces and fangs, and within a year, the old man Hu was getting thinner and thinner, and until he died, he said that he saw a wild boar.

Later, people said that there was a wild ghost on the mountain who wanted to kill him, otherwise how could an old hunter like Old Man Hu kill his son as a wild boar, and over time, no one went up the upper half of the mountain. And Hu Changzi also grew up eating hundreds of family meals since he was a child, and as soon as his family declined, he became the lowest status person in the village today.

Hu Changzi's 28 bars were bought with enough money he had saved for two years, so that he could carry his daughter-in-law back with a big red flower on the day he married, and by this time he had already ridden to the foot of the mountain, and it was said that he would have to ride for several hours on the other side of the mountain to get to the village to deliver the letter.

This kid is not only tall, but also has a lot of strength, the children of the bitter family are like this, since he was a child, he has been used to coolies, and now he is putting the twenty-eight bars on his shoulders and humming a little song to climb up. He knew what his father was like back then, but he had long forgotten what his father looked like, and he had been chopping wood on this Lion Rock since he was fifteen or sixteen years old, but he had never been to the top of the mountain, because the firewood at the foot of the mountain was enough for this small Wang Zhuang.

The road down the mountain, because there are people active all the year round, there is a small road, Hu Changzi doesn't know how many times he has walked it, and he went up to the halfway point of the mountain effortlessly. He felt that his heart was happy, and after this incident, the people in the village would definitely think that he was enthusiastic, otherwise how could he have given out an extra pack of cigarettes and received a few more cakes than others.

The more he thought about it, the more beautiful it was, so he simply stopped to rest, took out the white rice cakes, and looked at the sweet stream in the small ditch next to him. After eating, he took out the pack of Ashima cigarettes printed with exquisite stickers, put them under his nose and sniffed them and was reluctant to open them, this is a high-end product, he finally took out a point after a long time, tasted a few sips, spit out a few circles, took a sharp breath and sighed: This is called life!

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