Ma Dagui didn't want to give the jade bracelet to Granny Hong as a countervail, but this was the love object she gave to his wife, which not only represents its own market value, but also contains an emotional value that cannot be replaced by money.

At this time, he said to Granny Hong, I agree with what you said, as long as you have money, I will redeem the jade bracelet. Granny Hong said, just do it. Then he took up the box and hid it again in the homespun robe, and then he went out of the threshold, and then looked back at the clay pot that was still full of smell, and said, "You must throw it far away, and it is better to bury it in the earth, lest the wandering pirates find it and cause trouble." Also, you have to take good care of the baby, try to make him cry less, preferably not at all, the cry is easy to expose.

This frightened Ma Dagui. He said, if the child wants to cry, what can I do to make him stop crying?

It's up to you to figure it out. Granny Hong dropped these words, took the shovel again, and hurried away like a person doing farm work.

Ma Dagui ran to the side of the bed and lifted the quilt to look at the baby with a red face, the baby's eyes were quiet and quiet, like water without a little impurity. He called Ma Sheng lovingly, but his heart was heavy. Liu Zhen whispered, "Daddy, you have to get some money to live."

Liu Zhen stretched out the hand that had stripped the jade bracelet and let him see it, as if to say: You made me so poor that I sold all my jewelry. Ma Dagui turned his back unhappily and said in a sullen voice, the first thing now is not to make money, but to find a hidden place to live, if it is discovered by the wandering pirates, it will be too late.

He had been thinking about what Granny Hong had prompted, and at this moment, he crossed the threshold, came to the hall and squatted down to pick up the crockpot with a strong smell, he didn't want to smell it, he raised his neck and leaned towards the bedroom of the delivery room, and said to Liu Zhen, I want to take out a jar of fetal clothes to deal with, and Granny Hong also told me.

Ma Dagui estimated that Liu Zhen heard it, so he walked out of the door, suddenly remembered to bring something, and turned to the ear room on the left side of the hall to find a hoe, and then went out with a load on his shoulder, holding it in one hand, carrying the smell of the clay pot in the other, and walked towards a copper-brown dirt road on the field.

I went to the middle of the house and planned to dig a deep pit and bury it. But he looked around, and it was not right. This terrain is surrounded by arched villages on three sides, and there are few people working in the fields, and if you do something in a certain part of the fields, it is easy to be discovered, or it is easy to be exposed.

He thought about it for a second time, and it was better to find a hidden place to deal with it. There is only one place to hide, and that is to climb a cliff mountain over a field behind the house. The mountain is also called Vulture Mountain, and it is named after the shape of a peak that stands tall. At that moment, Ma Dagui turned back and changed his route, copied a straight road, and headed for Vulture Mountain.

Vulture Mountain is four kilometers away from this field, it looks very close at a glance, but it is far away, there are ditches and ditches in the field, and the water in all the ditches and ridges flows into a big port, the source of the big port is in the vulture mountain, it flows through the big house, and flows through thousands of villages and thousands of tun into a big river in the distance.

Ma Dagui walked along this big port, walked a section of the road to cross an arch bridge, and then walked along the other side of the big port, so back and forth, walked through a few arch bridges, Vulture Mountain is really close, but really to go to its foothills, you have to pass through two roads.

On the way, he heard the crow crow, and when he looked up, the ghostly black shadow had flown overhead, and he was not afraid, and he did not believe that the crow's crow was a bad omen.

His hand carrying the crockpot was a little sore, so he changed his hand to carry it, and the shoulder of the hoe was also changed to one side. So I really came to the foot of Vulture Mountain, halfway up the mountain was covered with lush clumps of cedars, the top of the mountain was bare rocks, and I looked up at the steep mountain like a leaning tower, and a narrow bird path, which curved from the foot of the mountain to the peak.

He had walked this road several times, but had not climbed it for a long time, and he wanted to dig a pit at the foot of the mountain to bury the dirt in this clay pot, and he planned to find a more secluded place on the top of the mountain to build a shed and move his family to live in peace, so as to avoid the evil of the Japanese bandits. In this way, he continued to walk towards the mountain. Suddenly, he heard a magpie calling, and a flower-winged magpie was hovering on the mountainside, and he didn't believe that seeing a magpie cry was a happy event, regardless of it. But in his mood, it was much better than hearing a crow crow.

Walking a little on the mountain road, already sweating, he began to gasp, put down the clay pot and the hoe, here a raised rock, the edge of the sky is thick and flat, he sat on it, and looked at the vast and empty area under the mountain, his house seemed to be at the end of the field, as small as the mountain rock he was sitting on.

However, the most important thing in his mind is a family affection, a family affection for his child Ma Sheng, for which he is not tired after so many twists and turns.

After a while, he stood up, carried the hoe and the pot into the bushes, picked up a rotten leaf, and saw that there were no rocks hidden in the mountain, so he dug a pit and pulled out a layer of fresh soil, but he touched the mountain rocks, and the hoe shook and sparks appeared, so he turned a corner, and dug out a soil pit about one meter deep, poured the dirt in the clay pot into it, and then filled the soil and built it with a hoe.

In order not to show traces, the rotten leaves were also applied to it. Of course, he couldn't restore his original appearance, but he felt good, so he hoeed out of the jungle, and was about to hit the road, when he remembered that the empty crockpot left in the jungle was not broken, and it was still useful, and he went back to pick it up.

He walked a mountain path that was almost steep, and felt the top of the mountain, but when he looked up, it was not the top of the mountain, and if he really saw the mountain as a vulture, then at most it was at the neck of it.

Here is a lawn, about three or four acres large, on both sides of the lawn is a cliff several zhang high, in front of a narrow stone path, he walked in to see, on both sides are more than ten zhang high rocks facing each other, forming a line of sky.

Ma Dagui came with his father to the mountain to cut wood when he was a child, but his impression was vague, and later he heard that the Eight-Nation Alliance was fighting against Chinese soldiers, and during the melee, his father took his mother to hide in the mountains at night, stepped on it, and unfortunately fell from the rock to the bottom of a deep ditch and died. As for which rock slipped on his father, and which ravine killed his father, Ma Dagui didn't know.

Now that he came to this stone path, he suddenly remembered the death of his father, and he was not sad, but also aroused his indignation at the invasion of the Eight-Nation Alliance.

Walking through the stone path, there is an open grassy slope, and beyond the slope is an endless mountain range. Ma Dagui looked around and found that there were two grass huts on the left side of the slope, which were probably resting places set up by cattle herders. He walked over to see that the hut was not damaged, but there was a musty smell coming from inside.

Two straw huts were joined together, one with a stove, and the pot was rusted; The other was a bed with a dark straw on it, which had apparently not been inhabited for a long time. Ma Dagui came here with an idea: if he brought his children here to raise them, he would be safe, or he would be worried about the harassment of the Japanese all day long.