This family is at the foot of the mountain, which is regarded as a "stopover" for the Jews every time they climb the mountain, and the Jews often live in their house, and every time they stay, the Jews do not let the family work in vain, and give them money and gifts, plus the family is very hospitable, so the two parties get along very happily.

When the owner of the house saw that the Jews were tired and panicked, he knew that he must have encountered something in the mountains, and the man hurriedly carried the Jews into the house, and asked the family to boil a basin of hot water, helped the Jews to sit on the kang, and then took off the shoes and socks of the Jews himself, only to find that there were a lot of blisters on the feet of the Jews, and many of them had been worn out and bleeding, and the socks were sticking together, and in the process of walking, the Jews were too nervous and afraid, and did not feel too much pain, and now when the spirit was relaxed, they felt that the whole soles of the feet were sore and painful. Barely daring to hit the ground.

The man put some herbs in the hot water and touched the temperature of the water before the Jews put their feet inside. At such a hot moment, the Jew felt that a hot breath poured from the soles of his feet all over his body, and his whole body relaxed at once, and he thanked the man gratefully, and this was all from the bottom of his heart. After such a long, dark trek, he was exhausted and terrified. And when he was most helpless, this family gave him a warm sense of security, how could he be grateful from the bottom of his heart?

After soaking his feet for a while, the man took some powdered herbs and put them on the Jews' feet, then wrapped them in a clean cloth, and then asked the family to cook a bowl of noodles for the Jews, with two eggs in them, and only after the Jews had gobbled them up did the man withdraw so that the Jews could have a good rest, and after all this qiē had been cleaned up, it was already early in the morning.

The Jew was covered with a thin quilt - although it was early autumn, but it was already a little cold at night down the hill - and slept until the afternoon of the next day, and when he awoke he felt that his energy was fully restored, but his whole body was sore and unbearably sore, but the blisters on his feet were basically scabbed, and it seemed that the man's herbs were really working.

He coughed a few times in the house, reminding the master that he had woken up, and sure enough, after a while, the man knocked on the door and came in, and on the tray he was holding in his hand, there were several side dishes, soup, and steamed buns. The family was so thoughtful that when the Jews saw the food, they felt that their stomachs were growling with hunger.

After a few polite words, the Jews swept away the meal. After the ditch was full, the Jew saw that it was not early, the blisters on his feet would bleed as soon as they were gone, and his body was still very sore, so he could not go back to the county seat immediately, so he could only continue to live in this house.

But after sleeping for so long, the Jews must not be sleepy, and their fatigue has eased, and they have eaten enough to eat, and the Jews have noticed that from beginning to end, the man of the house did not take the initiative to ask him why he was so wolfish and ran back from the mountains in the middle of the night. According to the reaction of ordinary people, they would definitely ask the reason, but the man didn't ask.

After dinner, the Jews deliberately left the man to chat, and in the course of the conversation, the Jews tried not to say anything about their experience yesterday, to see if the man would take the initiative to ask, but the man still did not ask, and deliberately seemed to avoid the topic. This surprised and puzzled the Jews - could there be some mystery in this?

Eventually, the Jews could not bear it and asked tentatively, "How many years have you lived in this place?"

The man of the family is about 50 years old, his three daughters are married, only the youngest son lives with him, and he has two grandchildren, so the family has six people - the man and his wife, the man and his son, and the man and his two little grandsons. Although the family's life is not too rich, but also peaceful, and beautiful, because the geographical location is relatively special, some people who go into the mountains to collect medicine, also often spend the night here, and the male host is not refused, all warm and thoughtful hospitality. So the family has a very good reputation here, and everyone knows that it is a good family.

When the man heard the Jews ask him this, he hurriedly said: "My family has lived here for generations, and I don't know how many generations have passed, and our family has been in the same line for several generations, and only two of them have appeared in my grandson's generation." People say that this is a turning point for our family to accumulate virtue and do good, so we dare not relax in the slightest, try our best to help more people, and provide more convenience for others."

The Jews nodded slightly as they listened, and he listened to everything else, but the Jews heard "have lived here for generations" and went to their hearts. When the man had finished speaking, the Jew cleared his throat, as if to relieve his embarrassment and muster up courage, and then asked, "Since the old man's family has lived here for generations, have you heard of any strange things about this mountain?" ”

When the Jew had finished asking, he watched the man's expression intently to see if there was any change—and sure enough, he noticed a subtle look of horror on the man's face. He knew that the male owner was deliberately controlling the love. Judging from this, the man must have known the strangeness of this mountain, but for some reason, he didn't want to say it.

Since the topic had led to this point, the Jews simply recounted all his strange experiences yesterday and told them in detail, while the man sat on the kang and listened quietly, with a complicated expression on his face, as if the Jewish experience had made him think of many things.

When the Jews had finished speaking, the man did not speak immediately, and the Jews did not ask any further questions, so the two sat in relative silence for a long time. At last the man let out a long sigh and told the Jews about the strangeness of the mountain.

The man said that this mountain, usually there is nothing strange about it, but if you know more about this mountain, you will find that this mountain is more strange.

He was about fourteen or fifteen years old when he first discovered that the mountain was unusual. That year, he often took his beloved yellow dog to play in a valley not too far from their home, and he loved to go to that valley for a while, because there was a special thing that was produced there—a very special snail. Of course, snails are everywhere, but the snails in that valley are too unusual.

The male host's taste is very special - since he was a child, he likes to eat boiled and roasted snails, especially after the snails are roasted, sprinkled with special spice powder, the taste is really beautiful. Therefore, he often went outside to catch snails, and when he came back, he asked his grandmother to cook or roast them for him.

Because of the drought that year, there were many fewer snails than usual, and none of them were very large, which made him very depressed. This is also normal, snails are negative among insects, and only like those dark and damp environments, and only in that environment can they reproduce more, grow faster, and be very large.

The man was still a child at the time, so he didn't think about anything else in his mind all day long, just eating, drinking, and having fun. Although his father usually taught him to read and write, it was not a regular private school after all, so most of the time, he had nothing to do but play.

One day, he took his yellow dog and wandered around the mountains, and he also carried a cloth bag, and as he went, he rummaged for snails under the rocks and grass in the shade. In this way, I searched all the way, walked all the way, and before I knew it, I came to a valley. Although this valley is not far from his house, he rarely comes, because there is really nothing interesting here, the valley is on the shady side of the mountain, and the sun is not seen all year round, so there are many mushrooms and fungi here, and there is a strong rotten musty smell. When the man was a child, he was sensitive to the smell of rot and especially didn't like to smell it. That's why he rarely comes here, but he can't catch high-quality snails outside, so he has to come here to try.

In order to weaken this rotten musty smell, he also deliberately found a piece of cloth at home, and poured some sesame oil on the cloth, as soon as he arrived in this valley, he put this piece of sesame oil cloth, cover his nose, this trick is quite effective, so with a cloth cover, the unpleasant musty smell, really greatly weakened.

Next, he can concentrate on rummaging through the snails.

Although the weather is dry, it is still very humid due to the special terrain of the place. There must have been a lot of snails in such an environment, so he carefully pushed aside a bush of dense grass to see if there were any snails in the grass, but when he saw what was hidden under the grass, he exclaimed—he saw a snail, a special snail, the size of a piglet! On the fat and white body, carrying a shell the size of a bowl, and two tentacles about the same as chopsticks, such a behemoth was slowly squirming in the grass.

As soon as the yellow dog heard his master scream, he hurriedly ran over and barked at the snail in the grass, which was surprisingly large. As soon as the yellow dog barked like this, the male protagonist gradually stabilized his mind. He used his stick to play with the huge snail, but fortunately, in addition to its surprisingly large size, the snail's reaction to the outside was no different from that of ordinary snails - so gentle, so slow.

The man used the wooden stick in his hand to keep teasing the huge snail, and slowly, the man's fear of the snail slowly disappeared. And such a big, fat snail began to gradually arouse his appetite, and he felt his mouth water.

The man no longer hesitated, waved the wooden stick in his hand, and with a few fierce strokes, he killed the snail, after all, compared to this kind of attack, the snail's body is unbearable. He grabbed the dead snail from the ground with both hands, it was really heavy, and it would cost six or seven pounds to say the least.

The man picked up a few stones, built a simple stone "pot stove" on a large mountain rock, and picked up some sticks and dead grass as firewood, and began to barbecue this huge snail, but what the man did not expect was that this would bring him an unexpected disaster.