The middle-aged man's name is Liu Gengmin, and he is the village chief of Shiti Village, because he has the same surname as Yang Ling's mother, Liu Yuqin used to call his brother, so Shen Jiming also called his uncle since he was a child, but this uncle is wild and has no blood relationship, but he is closer to the villagers.

But in fact, if you count seven or eight generations ago, the two families surnamed Liu are estimated to be really one, because according to the family tree before, the two families surnamed Liu moved from Liujiabazi in western Sichuan, it is said that Liu Wencai, the big landlord and bully in Xichuan during the Republic of China, is the same township, Liu Wencai and the warlord Liu Xiang uncle and nephew of the mountain city fought for hegemony in Xichuan, Liu Xiang sent a plane to bomb Yibin, ready to bomb his uncle into a mess, as a result, Liu Wencai ran away with his pants, and the people surnamed Liu of Liujiaba died and fled, and slowly scattered to many places in Xichuan Mountain City。

Some old folk habits like to remember good deeds and filial piety, reminding future generations not to forget their roots, of course, all people in the past also regarded this as a kind of heirloom glory, a kind of thing with a long face among the local neighbors.

Therefore, Zhang Sanye's words made Liu Yuqin also excited, and her eyes were full of love when she looked at her son.

His own son deserves to be commended by erecting a stone monument.

However, Shen Jiming felt a little embarrassed in his heart, he was about to erect a monument before he was young, did it seem a little unlucky.

But he can't object to this matter, otherwise Zhang Sanye will definitely smash a cigarette pouch over.

When he was a child, he remembered that Zhang Sanye's temper was very short-tempered, and he once broke the leg of a guy in the village who liked to sneak outside, and no one else dared to fart, if it was put now, it is estimated that Zhang Sanye would go to the bureau to squat for a few months, and he would have to lose a lot of money.

There was nothing to say all night, and early the next morning, after eating several large bowls of porridge cooked with gourds, Shen Jiming watched his father carry the plough to the ground, and then set off again with his backpack to the Shiti Temple, but just in case, he replaced the firewood knife with a large guillotine.

This guillotine is used at home to cut pigweed, and is also used to cut peanut vines or bud grain stalks, about one meter and two long, weighing seven or eight kilograms, and it is estimated that it can cut off the beef leg with a knife.

Carrying this big killer weapon, slowly climb up the path.

At this time, the mist gradually dissipated, and a round of golden red sun rose from the mountains behind it, and the mountains were full of golden and yellow, and the golden autumn scenery was charming.

While watching and walking, Shen Jiming stepped on the steps on the cliff after more than ten minutes, with a steep rock wall on one side, and weeds and thorn vines on the other side, but fortunately, he walked through it yesterday, and it was smooth except for some dew.

This time, it only took about half an hour for Shen Jiming to see the collapsed ancient temple.

But just when he saw the ancient temple, his face suddenly changed, and he quickly lay down behind a stone.

Because he saw two wild persimmon trees more than 20 meters high growing in the stone temple shaking vigorously.

Shen Jiming's heart was pounding like a drum, and he took a breath and looked again, the persimmon tree was still shaking, and he suddenly had the urge to escape down the mountain with his legs and feet.

He had seen these persimmon trees yesterday, each of them had waist thickness, and the trees shook so violently that they would definitely not work without the strength of hundreds of catties.

Well, this tree-shaking thing must be a super huge thing if you think about it with your ass.

Shen Jiming instantly thought of what his father said about the haunting yesterday, and instantly had a creepy feeling, and a cold air instantly rushed from the soles of his feet to the top of his head.

Do you want to go...... Do you want to go?

Shen Jiming lay dry for a long time, and observed that the two persimmon trees seemed to be shaking smaller and smaller, and finally slowly stopped.

Then after observing for a few more minutes, Shen Jiming got up cautiously, and slowly walked towards the ancient temple step by step with the guillotine knife tightly in his hand.

There were some broken branches on the ground, as thick as an arm, and judging from the traces of the breaks, they were definitely not made by humans.

The closer he got closer, the more careful Shen Jiming became, and he seemed to hear a sound of humming and chirping in his ears, so he held his breath and bypassed a puff of golden cherry blossoms, and then ...... He saw two large wild boars, now munching on tender gourds that had fallen all over the ground under the trees.

I'll go~

Shen Jiming instantly sweated through the back of his clothes, and felt that his heart stopped beating for a few seconds.

Wild boars are the most common wild animals in the mountains, although they are also protected animals, but the mountain people have never intended to protect, because in recent years, the range of activities of rural people is getting smaller and smaller, and the wild boars in the mountains are more and more, often in groups go down the mountain to calamity the crops, corn cobs, potatoes, sweet potatoes, peanuts are their favorite food, a big wild boar takes his wife and children down the mountain for a trip, and the crops of a few acres of fields overnight are finished.

Although there are only two big wild boars at the moment, the pressure on Shen Jiming is no less than facing a tiger alone.

There is an old saying in the countryside that one pig, two bears and three tigers.

Wild boars, stupid creatures, have a relatively small brain capacity, and are completely stupid, born with brute force, thick skin and rough meat, and can't be killed with dirt, and generally can only use shotguns and traps to deal with them, and even steel clips.

But hunting has been banned for many years, steel clips and shotguns have been confiscated, and some old hunters who know how to dig traps are too lazy to get these things, so now these wild second senior brothers are everywhere in this mountain, and even rural people dare not go up the mountain alone.

"Click~" Shen Jiming didn't pay attention and stepped on a dead branch.

"Hmph......" The two big boars who were feasting suddenly raised their heads, and then one person and two pigs looked at each other stunned for a few seconds.

Shen Jiming's forehead was covered with sweat, his eyes swept around, and he saw a large blue-black stone brick at his feet, so he picked it up and threw it over.

"Bang~" The green brick smashed on the head of a wild boar impartially.

"Huh~" The second senior brother let out a miserable scream, and took a few steps back in a daze, while the other side looked at Shen Jiming and picked up a big green brick, so he quickly turned around and ran away with his curly tail.

Watching the two big wild boars burrow directly into the spiked entangled golden cherry blossom bush, with a burst of branches, the two wild boars disappeared without a trace in an instant.

Whew~

Shen Jiming sat on the ground with some weak hands and feet, and then looked at the gourd vines that were bitten and torn off all over the ground, and secretly rejoiced in fear, these two wild boars probably did not go down the mountain to disaster the crops, and then were frightened by the farmers under the mountain, otherwise they would never have fled so quickly.

It seems that the plan to hide here and grow vegetables for my mother's treatment is not working.

Shen Jiming was worried that his magic flower pot was also broken by the wild boar, so he sat for less than a minute and quickly stood up and walked under the Buddha statue, and found that the pocket was unsealed and stuffed underneath, so he didn't dare to stay longer, lifted the flower pot, and then picked up a few tender gourds from the ground that looked intact and hurried down the mountain.