It was the afternoon when the sun was shining, and the clothes were hung on the hot stones and dried quickly.

Wild fish is delicious, grilled a little, and sprinkled with a little salt, and it immediately becomes full of color and flavor.

After meditating in the river, the little brother turned his head when he went ashore and found that the clothes were gone, and he looked around in a pile of clothes on the river beach and didn't find them, so he looked at Zhang Qixun with an inquiry in his eyes.

Zhang Qixun stretched out his hand and pointed to the stone not far away, and said, "You and the fat man are over there, and they will be dried in a while." ”

The little brother nodded and thanked him softly.

A few Huo family members worked on the side, and the fish was quickly roasted, and the fat man beckoned the two to hurry up and come over to eat.

After trimming, the group put on their clothes, rearranged their gear, and walked downstream along the river.

After walking for more than two hours, they finally saw the unique smell of fireworks that belonged to the village, and the woods on both sides of the river bank gradually thinned out, and there were traces of farmland and ponds.

They went straight through a bamboo forest, followed a small stone paved path, and came to a rice field, beside the well under the big tree, there were several old men of the Yao family sitting on bamboo chaise longues, swaying thin fans in the shade, leisurely smoking pots, chatting with each other, very leisurely.

The fat man leaned over to them and asked them for a well of water to drink, and asked for directions by the way.

The fresh well water from the well is cool and has a hint of sweetness, a scoop of water under the stomach, all the heat and dryness of the body are swept away, refreshing people's hearts and spleens, and quenching thirst more than mung bean soup.

The fat man drank enough water, handed the gourd water scoop to Zhang Qixun, and then asked the villagers what kind of place this was and how far it was from Agui's Banai Yao Village.

Unfortunately, those old men can't understand Chinese very well, and they can't speak Mandarin, and one of the old men who looks like a wild monk can speak a sentence or two of Chinese, which is not standard.

The fat man didn't even communicate with the other party clearly, so he had no choice but to turn his head and beckon Zhang Qixun to come over and be his translator.

Zhang Qixun repeated the fat man's question in Yao, "A few grandfathers, we are all guests who come here to travel, we didn't carelessly get lost when we went up the mountain, and we found here along the river, please show me the way, how to get to Banai Village?" ”

The old man looked at them a few times, and saw that most of them were young and young, and did not have the cunning of poachers between his eyebrows, and he believed a little in his heart, so he got up and motioned for them to follow him.

Zhang Qixun smiled and thanked him, beckoning the fat man to follow them.

As he walked, the old man told them that the name of this village was Kuyu Village, and it was adjacent to Banai Village across the mountain.

Like Banai Yao Village, the tall bamboo buildings here are also built on the mountain, the village is surrounded by abundant water sources, and the specifications of the houses are very similar to those of Yao Village, but the scale is larger than that of Yao Village.

The old man led them to a brick house with the word "village office" written on the door number, and he took out a book bound with twine, like a whole book of Water Margin, very thick, and asked them to write their names on it, and then draw a book.

The fat man muttered, "What's going on?" This old man saw that several of us had thin skin and tender meat, and wanted to sell us as fat sheep? ”

The old man was a village cadre here, and when he saw that they were all standing still, he turned the book over to the place on the cover, pointed to the words on it and let them read, and explained: "It's not that I don't believe you, but if you are really fine, then leave a mark on it, and if something happens in the future, we can also give an explanation to the people who came to investigate above." ”

Zhang Qixun looked at the line of words on the notebook, the "Foreigner Registration Book" written in Chinese, and the English translation below, and said that the village cadres here were really thoughtful.

He conveyed the words of the old village cadre to everyone, and the fat man pursed his lips, "What kind of rule is this, what can you do if you don't write it?" ”

"I guess I'm afraid that our people are related to poaching, so we will leave evidence of arrest." Zhang Qixun said lightly.

If they were really poachers, they would not have left their handprints on the paper, and they would be far less familiar with the mountains than those who spend their days in the mountains tracking their prey.

The fat man snorted, "This old man's eyes are cloudy, and even a person like the fat man and I know at a glance that he is a big good citizen." ”

Everyone looked at him speechlessly, fat man, you are sorry to say this.

There are quite a lot of names recorded in the front of the book.,Dense.,It's been accumulated a very thick pile.。

This thing is very well preserved, and the ancient kind of county chronicles have a fight, there are obvious traces of repair and reinforcement on it, the back ones should be newly ordered in recent years, the color of the paper is different.

Zhang Qixun flipped through it, swept over the names at random, and was about to turn the page, when his heart suddenly froze.

He knew his state well, his attention didn't notice anything when that glance passed by, but his subconscious noticed something unusual.

He immediately turned his head and stared at the names on that page, looking down one by one from beginning to end, and finally his gaze stopped near the sealing line, where there was a three-word name, which was very strange.

Looking at those three words, he suddenly had a familiar touch of "this is it" that he was looking for.

Zhang Mengyu, Zhang Mengyu - Zhang Qixun's heart trembled fiercely, and his eyes suddenly became a little hot, this was not a sign that he wanted to cry, but the emotions that had been suppressed for a long time suddenly surged up, and this touch made him a little overwhelmed.

I have to say that it is in the same vein, the brushstrokes of these three words are very similar to his, but compared to the unrestrained nature after he practiced cursive, these three words have a little more stability in the flowing water, but they do not seem rigid.

He immediately went to see the header date of this page, September 12, 1975, this time, before the archaeological funeral of Banai, that is, before that, Zhang Menyu had already come to Zhangjia Ancient Building.

Combined with the mark left outside the third sealing stone before, he was already very sure that it was Zhang Menyu's mark.

But Zhang Menyu also stayed in this place called Kuhao Village, leaving a fake name full of original meaning, so does it mean that Zhang Menyu got the wrong password in Siguniang Mountain for some unknown reason.

It is more likely that he is now repeating the same road that Zhang Menyu walked back then.

There were some mixed feelings in my heart for a while, and everything seemed to be doomed a long time ago.

His arrival, the black gold balls obtained from all the ancient tombs he had experienced before, the altar under the Qinling Sacred Tree, and the unicorn carving inlaid with Tibetan snow beads in the underwater Yao Village, the bronze mechanism, the fire pattern mark, all of these seemed to indicate his arrival, not by accident of shit luck, but by premeditation, leading him forward step by step.

I couldn't help but feel a little depressed, are these old guys all from a training class? Why do you like to dig holes for your offspring so much?

Someone suddenly pinched him on the shoulder, Zhang Qixun turned around, and saw the little brother standing beside him, his eyes were also staring at the name, and there was a faint doubt in his eyes.

Zhang Qixun took a deep breath, gathered his thoughts, took a pen from the pen jar on the table, wrote the word "Yu Mu" on the last page, and took advantage of the old village cadre to turn around and pour water, quickly dragged Huo Xiaoli's hand and pressed it in the red seal clay, and then poked it into the blank space behind the name.

Then, while handing the notebook to the little brother, his left hand moved slightly, coughed lightly to cover up the sound of the paper tearing, and quickly stuffed the paper ball in his palm into his trouser pocket in three or two clicks.

The old village cadre carried the teapot to the side of the cabinet to rummage for tea, and the little brother grabbed Huo Xiaoli's arm as quickly as possible, pasted the thumb that was still stained with red mud to the notebook, and then wrote down two words, "Dong Nuo".

Huo Xiaoli's eyes widened, "? ”

Seeing that the old village cadre was about to come back humming a little tune, Huo Xiaoli hurriedly made up a name and stamped it with a different finger.

When the others saw this, they also concocted the same method, even blocking and covering them, and the finger prints were mixed with pokes.

Seeing that they were so cooperative, the old village cadres also had a smile on their faces, poured tea for several people, and explained the intention of doing so.

It turned out that when the previous head of this village was still there, there was a group of people who pretended to be an archaeological team and worked on the mountain for a long time, but finally left quietly at some point, and when the villagers realized that it was wrong to go up the mountain to check, the mountain was full of charred trees and pits for catching wild beasts, and it was a mess.

Only then did they realize that the gang was disguised as poachers, who had already caught enough prey and smuggled the beast's fur across the Vietnamese border through another channel found in the mountains.

At that time, the village chief beat his chest with regret, but it was too late, that is, he reported the case, and those people had already run away without a trace, leaving no trace at all, and the police did not know where to arrest people.

Later, the village set a rule that all outsiders who came to Kuhao Village had to register.

Zhang Qixun understood this, and echoed the old village cadres to denounce those damn poachers.

The old village cadres also took them to the village office for a meal, filled their water bags with well water, and then found a young man named Lan Baihong in the village, and asked him to lead the way to Banai for Zhang Qixun and a few people.

In fact, there is a small mountain between Kuhao Village and Banai, and if you take the land route, you have to go at least half a circle from the mountain, and there is no day and night that you can't walk through, but the people in the village generally take the waterway, and you can get to the place in the evening by boat.

Zhang Qixun took out three red ones, two of them as the hard work of the blue and white rainbows, and asked him to hire someone else for the rest of the group, because there were a little too many people in their group to sit on a bamboo raft.

Lan Baihong was very happy, and said thank you again and again, and asked Zhang Qixun to wait for them, and only accepted two, saying that it was a deposit, and the remaining one was the final payment after reaching the destination, and then ran back to find someone like a little wind.

The fat man sat on the stone, looked at Lan Baihong's figure running away, and sighed: "What a simple baby, to be honest, the fat man felt a little ashamed of his previous behavior. ”

Huo Xiaoli also nodded, the name he wrote in the notebook before was still Wang Ermao, but it couldn't compare to the fat man's Li Baba.

"It's actually a white lie." Zhang Qixun picked up a stone and floated it into the distance, watching the stone jump on the surface of the water more than 20 times in a row, and finally was jumped up from the water and swallowed by a fish that thought it was some kind of food.

"People like us, the less we have to do with them, the better, it's better to meet in Pingshui, leave a fake name, and know nothing than to be implicated."

Everyone was silent for a while, and people like them, whose heads often hung on their belts, got along with ordinary people as generally as possible, and were good to themselves and others.

Lan Baihong soon brought a young man wearing a horse coat and tanned skin, slightly older than him, called Ah Mian, looking at the Han Han, they didn't know what to say when they saw Zhang Qixun, they just grinned.

Lan Baihong hurriedly said: "A few bosses, Brother Amian is the best one among the young people in our village, and his rowing skills are good, with him, I guarantee that you will be sent to the place safely." ”

Zhang Qixun looked at Ah Mian for a while, and saw that he was full of muscles exercised by manual labor, nodded and said, "It's him, hurry up, we will get a place before dark." ”

Lan Baihong responded happily and beckoned everyone to get on the boat.

Zhang Qixun and Huo Xiaoli were on the first bamboo raft, and the rest of the Huo family were on the raft behind, separated by three or four meters.

The current is not turbulent, and the rower only needs to control the direction, and the boat will naturally drift downstream with the current.

The fat man was a mouthful of idleness, curious why there were so many colors in the name of the blue and white rainbow, so he asked him, "Why did you get this colorful name?" ”

Lan Baihong explained that this was just a Chinese name he took for convenience when he was in school, in fact, his real name was Panshi Ergui, which sounded a bit like the name of Xiao Ri, and later went to junior high school, and the family gave another name, with his mother's surname Lan, Bai Hong was what he wanted to call, because he felt that the four words "Bai Hong Guan Ri" in "Tang Ju Do Not Disgrace the Mission" were particularly cool.

In the marriage of the Yao people, there is a custom called "carrying the lang to the door", which refers to the fact that the girl does not get married, but carries the boy to the door to get married, and the first child born after marriage takes the mother's surname, and generally the second child will follow the father's surname, and the third continues to follow the mother's surname, and so on.

Some Yao people name their children more casually, according to the birth ranking, for example, the first child is a daughter, what is the name of the first sister, the second gui is the second son, Lan Baihong is the second line of the family, and A Mian is the child of his uncle's family.

Chatting all the way, blowing a cool breeze, and feeling comfortable.

The lonely crow flies with the sunset, and the clear waves are accompanied by the evening mountain.

Not far away, in the hazy twilight, the starlights were lit, the smoke curled, and the boat slowly sailed towards the hustle and bustle.

Thanks to [I was the most naïve when I was young] [Dali Chen] [I don't read] [W-Y] and other bigwigs for their rewards, than the heart·· *

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