It wasn't until the next morning that I was woken up by my aunt, who said that there were guests downstairs, and my father told me to get up and say hello.

"Hey, Xiaomeng's punch last night was really hard." When I looked in the mirror, I saw a bulging bag on my forehead, which ruined my perfect image.

After a brief wash, I went downstairs to find my father making tea with an uncle.

"Uncle Daoqing, why are you here?" In front of my father sat a middle-aged Mediterranean man in a white shirt, he was a friend of my father for many years, it is said that his mother was seriously ill in the early years, and he was cured by taking the medicine prescribed by his father.

"There was a meeting in town yesterday, and I'll have to rush back to deal with things later." Uncle Daoqing beckoned me to sit next to him, shouted at me, and asked me if I had brought my girlfriend back after graduating from high school, I was about to say no, who knew that Xiaomeng happened to come down from upstairs, and Uncle Daoqing suddenly stared at me and Xiaomeng with an approving look.

"I heard your father say that you are going to the mountains to collect medicine today, and I will send you to the foot of the mountain by the way."

To the north of the town of Kakoto, there is a forest called Mangrove, which is said to be man-made.

Why? According to the records of "Jianning Mansion Chronicle", Wanmulin was originally called Dafu Mountain, which belonged to the noble Yang Daqing in the Yuan Dynasty, and there was a famine one year, Yang Daqing wanted to take out the food stored at home to help the victims, but he did not want to leave a name. So he said to the victims, "Whoever plants a tree on my mountain, I will give him a bucket of rice."

The trees on the mountain were planted one by one. The government chronicle said: "With the height of the mountain, there are all woods." Over the past few years, the wood has grown and grown, and the forest has become a forest. "After a few more years, the wood was ready. In his later years, Yang Daqing often warned his children and grandchildren that the trees on Dafu Mountain could not be sold, and only a few situations could be used, such as building temples, schools, boats, bridges, building houses for the elderly, and helping poor families who did not have houses or coffins. The villagers praised him for this spirit and gave the mountain another name, called "Wanmu Mountain".

And Uncle Daoqing is the village secretary of Shangxiang Village in Wanmulin.

Of course I was happy to have a hitchhiker, so I went upstairs to wake up Derpy, and the three of us got ready, so they got into Uncle Daoqing's car and set off for Wanmulin.

Before leaving, Xiao Meng deliberately stuffed a peach wood sword into the backpack, wrapped it in newspaper, and put it in the backpack and revealed a section, Uncle Daoqing asked curiously what it was, Xiao Meng just smiled and said folding shovel.

Wan Mulin is half an hour's drive from Fengdao Town, I remember that when I was in elementary school, I would ride a bicycle every weekend, take my sister to walk around, and after graduating from primary school, I went to study in other places, and in a blink of an eye, six years have passed, and Wan Mulin has changed a lot.

A few years ago, a gold mine was discovered in the Wanmu forest, which provoked the state to exploit it, and the villagers had poor environmental awareness, so they tried their best to open up mountains for the country, but in the past few years, the river water has been seriously polluted, and most of the vegetation has been destroyed, leaving only the mountain in the scenic area untouched.

By the time the villagers realized the impact of mining on their lives, it was already difficult to stop.

The car was bumpy all the way, and at the kind invitation of Uncle Daoqing, we decided to go to Uncle Daoqing's house for lunch first, and then Uncle Daoqing would find someone to take us up the mountain to collect medicine in the afternoon, after all, we had no experience in entering the mountain, let alone collecting medicine.

"Ah Shui." I was sitting in the back seat of the car with Xiao Meng, and Xiao Meng suddenly turned my head up, and a soft voice lingered in my ears.

But I trembled: "You want to trap me again?" ”

"Shut up," Meng whispered, "Derpy and I have both discovered that there is a trace of corpse gas on your Uncle Qing. ”

I was shocked: "Wouldn't it? You mean he touched the corpse? ”

Xiao Meng shook her head: "It's not just as simple as touching the corpse, I suspect that he has something unsavory in private, your Wind Passage Town seems to be calm, but secretly it is a turbulent dark tide." ”

I looked up at Uncle Daoqing in the front seat, and he realized that I was looking at him, and smiled at me through the mirror, his face covered with wrinkles, and he was still as kind as ever.

"Don't jump to conclusions." I didn't really want to believe that Uncle Daoqing was a bad person, so I pushed Xiaomeng away and didn't speak.

Xiao Meng saw this reaction, snorted coldly and turned her head to ignore me.

Uncle Daoqing thought that our little couple had a quarrel, and he helped us fight happily, saying that we should cherish our young time and not be passionate and romantic in the future.

Soon after, the car drove into Shangxiang Village, where the villagers were relatively wealthy due to the gold mines, with almost all beautiful brick houses, at least two motorcycles parked in front of each house, and even cars.

Uncle Daoqing's home is in the center of the village, after getting off the car, we followed Uncle Daoqing into his house, Uncle Daoqing didn't know where to go, lunch was cooked by Uncle Daoqing himself, Rao was a little Meng who didn't have a good impression of Uncle Daoqing, and couldn't help but praise Uncle Daoqing's good craftsmanship.

After lunch, Uncle Daoqing said that he still had something to deal with, called a young man to come and take us into the mountain, and left. The young man who came was older than us, estimated to be about twenty-three years old, named Liu Er, the nephew of Uncle Daoqing, he was thin, only about 1.6 meters, and his hair was dyed pink.

Originally, Liu Er was still a little reluctant, saying that his uncle interrupted him to fight the landlord, but after seeing Xiaomeng, he suddenly served tea and poured water like his grandson, Xiaomeng was obviously not interested in him, pushed away the tea he sent to him and said: "Don't rub it off, take us into the mountain." ”

The grandson immediately got us another motorcycle, but obviously there was no such thing as his pull, Derpy couldn't ride, so I rode the one, and the grandson wanted Xiao Meng to sit behind him, and Xiao Meng got into my car directly, causing Liu Er to roll his eyes, I thought depressedly, isn't this looking for me to find trouble, who is it who is handsome?

The four of us rode our motorbikes along the mountain trail, and soon we reached the end of the ride and switched to hiking up the mountain.

Halfway through the ride, we saw the mined mine, and the good end of the mountain had been blown up by gunpowder, and the gravel was all over the ground, and it was being transported out one by one. And on the side of the mountain, there was a bottomless mine, and when he passed by, Xiao Meng frowned, saying that the corpse in the mine was very heavy. But thinking that my uncle asked me to make less trouble, and don't care about what I shouldn't have, I didn't look at it much, I just rode with my head bored.