Everyone walked along the mountain road they stepped out, and their horizons gradually broadened. From time to time, you can see patches of green and pleasant vegetable fields on the roadside, mostly cabbage, radish, eggplant, tomatoes, peppers, beans and other common vegetables.

The old man smoked the dry flue:

"We're in the middle of nowhere, and we don't have anything expensive to get our hands on. After you get to my house later, let my mother-in-law fry a few dishes for you, not to mention anything else, the rice balls will be full. ”

Qin Fen smiled: "Then it's troublesome brother." ”

On a June day, the child's face had not yet climbed over the hill, but the sky gradually became gloomy. The black clouds gradually gathered together like a sponge, and the wind galloped happily from all directions, whistling away, uncontrollably blowing the long grass trees on the mountain, and at the same time dissipating the sultry heat, bringing bursts of coolness to the heart. Because the dark clouds are very low, and they are on the long ridge, it gives people the illusion of 'reaching out to touch the sky'.

At this moment, the sky is gray like a landscape painting dyed with ink, with a kind of wetness that cotton can't absorb dry. It is clearly a sign that a rainstorm is coming. After walking a few steps, Kankan climbed over the hill, and saw a relatively large village suddenly emerging from the opposite mountain col, surrounded by dense bamboo forests, which gave people a very peaceful and peaceful feeling at a glance.

But at this time, a gust of wind blew, and after the ink clouds in the sky rolled up, the humidity in the air increased suddenly, and then I felt a chill on my body, and the raindrops the size of beans 'crackled' and fell, like the pearls with broken threads, noisy and miscellaneous, and the big beads and small beads fell on the jade plate.

The old man had already pinned the cigarette pouch to his waist, put the hat back on, and frowned:

"I can't go, I look close, and there are still five miles to go. When we get to the entrance of the village, we still have to have a bag and a half of cigarettes, but we can't get drenched in the rain in this weather, and we will suffer if we get sick. ”

In these years, the medical level is quite low, once you get sick, most of them are stiff, you can survive and live, and if you can't survive, you will die, so the old man is unwilling to brave the rain to hurry.

The adventurer is naturally not afraid of the rain, Qin Fen shirked two sentences, but the old man just shook his head: "That's not possible, you can't let the distinguished guest get caught in the cold, otherwise where will my old face go!" ”

Seeing that the old man was quite stubborn, several people could only follow the old man and walk towards a nearby melon field.

There are many kinds of watermelons in the mountains, which can not only relieve the heat but also sell them for money. However, when the watermelon is ripe, there are many wild animals such as badgers and wild boars to cause trouble, so grass huts will be built in the field to give melon farmers a place to rest during their vigil.

The crowd hurried on their way, and finally entered a melon shed before they were soaking wet. There is only a wooden bed made of stones, and it is ventilated on all sides, which can be described as extremely simple.

The old man smiled honestly, "Lord Long wiped his tears, I'm afraid this rain won't stop for a while." Sit down first, and I'll get some food. ”

Near the melon field is a precipitous hill, the stream water flows down from the mountain splashing beads and broken jade, the amount of water is much more abundant than usual, in the hard mountain rocks around and around, 'bang la la' rush down the mountain, the shrubs are forested in all directions, and the green grass is like grass on the flat ground. The heavy rain is pouring down, and the 'rustling' sound on the watermelon leaves is also unique.

The old man wore a cloak and walked out, went to the stream to catch water, wiped his face and wiped his body, and then reached out to pluck the sparsely grown weeds nearby, with slender but hard leaves. After shaking off the soil from the rhizomes, the roots of the weed were white and fat, and they were about twice as long as those on the ground. Washed with the stream, the old man came back with these weeds, took out one and put it in his mouth and chewed it slowly, and said:

"At this time, the watermelon is not ripe, and it has not even grown, so it cannot be eaten. Let's eat some of this first, and then fill up some stomachs. ”

Qin Fen did the same, picked up one and put it in his mouth, only to feel that the entrance was very sweet, a little like a crisp pear, and the taste was quite good.

After waiting for another half an hour, the heavy rain still did not stop, so Qin Fen borrowed the old man's hat and went out to hunt some game to satisfy his hunger. Qin Fen went around the neighborhood for a while, came back from hunting a few pheasants and rabbits, washed and peeled them, and then made a fire and began to roast.

And he also found that there is a special loach in the mountain stream here, which is a foot long, and two yellow spots on both sides of the body are extended like lines, wrapping around the body, tying a look like two gold lines, each of which is almost three taels to weigh in, this guy moves very fast, swims like flying in the rock crevices of the mountain streams, and drills into the rock crevices as soon as there is movement, which is difficult for ordinary people to catch. It's a pity that he met Qin Fen, who was also perverted, and casually broke a willow branch, and forked seven or eight in just ten minutes.

A bonfire was lit in the grass hut, the flames jumped happily, licked on the surface of the oily pheasant and rabbit, and sprinkled with cumin coarse salt, and soon there was a burst of tempting aroma into the nostrils, and the fat fell drop by drop, and bursts of green smoke rose in the fire.

The old man sat aside stiffly, Qin Fen greeted him, and then slowly came over and said embarrassedly:

"I'm going to invite you to dinner, you see how ...... this thing is"

Touching his body with both hands, he hesitated for a moment before untying the belt around his waist, and then took out the black bread he brought with him and handed it to everyone. Qin Fen took it with a smile, and ate it sweetly with the hot oil dripping from the game. Miss Yinzi and the others also did the same, and found that although this black flour bun did not look good and had a rough taste, it tasted quite sweet after being roasted, and the hot oil of the game soaked into it, adding a bit of flavor.

After swallowing a few pieces of black-flour buns, Qin Fen praised a few times, and the wrinkles in the corners of the old man's eyes dispersed, and then he let go of the restraints and laughed. When the heat of the game was almost over, he honestly reached out and grabbed it and devoured it. His mouth was full of black ash, and his hands were full of oil.

After eating and drinking, several people sat on the long stone bench and chatted, the heavy rain still showed no signs of stopping, and there was already a white ocean outside, and the raindrops the size of beans smashed on the ground, and there were countless transparent bubbles on the ground. Under the heavy thatched eaves, the rain trickled into white lines and flowed endlessly.

The heavy rain lasted for nearly an hour before it finally became lighter, and the heavy dark clouds in the sky gradually showed signs of dissipating, turning into a misty silk rain fog. The old man led the way and walked towards the village.

The group wandered in the silky rain and mist, stepping on the splashing water, and when they arrived at the entrance of the village, the heavy rain had stopped. The sky is as blue as a clear lake, and it is as clear as a wash. The air is fresh and humid, and the smoke lingers in the depths of the bamboo forest.

As soon as everyone arrived at the entrance of the village, they were going to look timidly at the snot baby with their bare buttocks exposed, and then ran home screaming.

The old man led Qin Fen and the others straight to a large house in the small village, and the path in the village was made of bluestone, which was covered with traces of time. In the shouting of the doll, the door quickly opened, and an old man with a bun on his head and a stick greeted him, looking at Qin Fen and the others with a pair of eyes, and said with a little guard:

"A few distinguished guests have come from afar, what are you doing?"

At this time, Qin Fen didn't take the initiative to speak, and took two steps sideways to let the old man out, this old man was quite shrewd at first glance, and it was self-defeating if he was not fooled, and it was most appropriate for the old man to introduce him.

Sure enough, the old man parted the smoke pot and shouted at the top of his voice:

"Third uncle, this is Langzhong from outside, just because he went into the mountains to collect medicine, and he got lost. So I brought them here, so that they could see what was wrong. ”

Since ancient times, the leaders of such villages have been the people with the highest rank or the highest knowledge in the village. The old man turned his head and said:

"This is the head of our Lijia Village, the only man in the village."

Village Chief Li nodded, and then said with a smile on his face:

"You have come from afar, and you have missed the welcome, and I hope to forgive your sins."

"It's good to say, it is the duty of a doctor to treat the sick and save people, save the life and help the wounded, and there is no need to say more!"