rode to the door of Hua Yourong's house.

"Knock knock! Flowers are inclusive! ”

Knocked on the door and shouted a few times.

After a while, the courtyard door was opened.

It was Su Ling who opened the door, and looked at him, and wondered for a while: "Xiaole, why are you here?" ”

"Auntie, this is a fish, you hurry up and bring it back."

Yang Xiaole untied the cloth bag and put it on the ground.

"I got the fish so quickly!"

Su Ling glanced at it and mentioned: "Oops, it's quite heavy!" Alright, come on in. I'll give you the money. ”

"Auntie, I still have something to do, I have to go first."

After saying that, I rode away, and if I didn't leave, I would have to be polite for a while.

"Hey! Little music, little music! ”

Su Ling watched him ride away, anxious for a while, and when she saw that she couldn't come back, she shook her head: "This kid, it's true." ”

In desperation, I could only carry my things back to the room.

……

Yang Xiaole left the Hua family, feeling that there should be nothing else to do, thinking about whether to go to Fuchengmen now to take the coal mine car back, or to wait until tomorrow morning to go back.

When I came to the vegetable market, it was closed.

Just as he was about to think about where to go for a stroll, a storytelling voice came from the door of a courtyard.

"Hey, today, let's come to Shenmu, one of the five towns in Kyoto."

Yang Xiaole turned his head to look and saw an old man wearing a thin coat sitting there against the wall under the street lamp.

In his right hand, he holds a paper folding fan to fan the wind to repel mosquitoes, and in his left hand, he holds a purple clay pot.

There were a lot of little dolls squatting around, listening quietly.

I only heard the old man sip of tea and said slowly:

It is said that Song Li, the Ministry of Industry of the Ming Dynasty, was ordered to enter Sichuan to harvest golden silk nanmu in the fourth year of Yongle, and told the emperor a peculiar experience after returning to Beijing, one evening, there were several giant trees floating from the valley to the Yangtze River without warning. The emperor also felt very strange when he heard it, thinking that "this is an auspicious omen, God helps me", and the giant golden silk nanmu is therefore known as the "sacred tree", and he also ordered the construction of the shrine to enjoy the sacrifice every year to thank God for his gift.

After the completion of the construction of the Ming Emperor's Palace and Changling, a huge golden silk nanmu was retained to serve as the treasure of the town in response to the saying of "Oriental A B Wood", and officers and soldiers were set up to guard it, so as to show the longevity and ensure the safety of one party.

This huge golden silk nanmu, more than 6 zhang long, according to legend, two people rode on horses and stood across the wood, no one could see whom, it can be seen that the thickness of the sacred tree.

In the twenty-third year of Qianlong, the emperor came here to compose a poem of "The Ballad of Shenmu" and carved a stele to build a pavilion............"

Yang Xiaole also listened with relish.

In the past, he engaged in live broadcasts of antique treasure appreciation, and he must have learned, and naturally he has seen a lot of classic things.

This sacred tree is naturally one of them.

Saying that it fell from the sky and went down the Yangtze River is pure nonsense.

To put it bluntly, it is difficult to walk by land, after all, Sichuan is thousands of kilometers away from here, and the transportation is inconvenient, and there were no trains before.

Chop down the wood and throw it into the Yangtze River, and let the wood go down the river.

But this wood is really famous.

Golden silk nanmu has always been the imperial wood, regarded as the most ideal, the most precious, the most high-grade building materials.

This is because the golden silk nanmu is not only beautiful, but also resistant to rot, insects, warm in winter and cool in summer...... and other benefits, I heard that there are no mosquitoes around the golden silk nanmu.

This thing is not approved by the emperor, and whoever uses it is in violation.

Rosewood was too far away in front of it.

Among the dozens of charges against He Shen's house that year, this was one of them.

I heard that this sacred tree is also the thickest one so far in ancient times, and the two people on horseback can't see each other when they stand on either side, so you can imagine how thick it is.

It's a pity that in those years, it was cut into 8 oversized conference tables, after all, it was named a 'god'.

Later, it was collected by the cultural relics unit.

He didn't know where it was now, but it was his in the future, and it was better to give it to him than to be cut into a conference table.

More than half an hour has passed.

"Okay, today's talk is over, let's disperse, and when the lord is in the mood one day, I'll talk to you about it."

The old man stood up and leaned over to insert the folding fan into the back of his neck.

Holding the purple clay pot with one hand, he picked up a wooden crutch next to him with his right hand.

Regardless of the children's shouting, he walked tremblingly towards the compound.

Yang Xiaole looked at the old man and fell into thought.

This old man is not simple!

When I was just sitting there telling a story, after putting down the purple clay pot, this left hand never stopped.

One hand, one pinch, one flick.

Yang Xiaole watched it for a long time before he saw that this old man was a two-finger Zen pinching mosquito!

From the moment he watched it for a while to now, there was nothing missing.

Otherwise, there would be no such a flick of action.

It's kind of interesting.

To be honest, he was really excited.

Not to mention a man, he has a heroic dream.

Just saying that he has a good body in the village, then few people really dare to mess with it, after all, it has not reached the point of being reasonable.

If he had a good physical strength before, Yang Xiaolong and Yang Xiaohu would not have been beaten by him.

Adults don't care much.

But he didn't go over, not to mention whether the other party would agree, it was not early at this time, and people looked at it as if they were going to sleep.

The car twisted and rode in the direction of Fuchengmen.

You can also see a lot of pedestrians on the road.

When I came to the place, I walked a little way out of the city before entering the space.

Without a certificate from the production team, the guest house can't be lived, so you can only live in the space temporarily.

The space is also pitch black.

When I came to the wooden house, I poured kerosene on the horse lantern I had bought before, and lit the lamp.

He was used to the faint light.

Carrying a kerosene lamp to the bedside.

To be honest, suddenly sleeping in this space, he is more or less unaccustomed to it.

I set the alarm clock, took out a few old clothes and put them on my stomach, and lay down on the bed.

Sniffed lightly, and there was a faint fragrance.

Tossing and turning for a while before falling asleep.

Before he could get enough sleep, the alarm clock went off and he looked at the time, 2 a.m.

I could only get up in a daze.

I have to go back and confess quickly!

Out of the space, it was still the same pitch black outside, and the mosquitoes around seemed to smell the smell of blood and rushed straight in.

After waiting for more than half an hour, the coal puller into the city encountered three or four cars.

None of the people who went to the mine came.

Suddenly, he saw a light coming by the city gate.

Standing in the middle of the road in a hurry, he began to wave his hand from afar, and when the car approached, he hurried to the side.

It was a big night, and he was really afraid that the driver would doze off and crush him.

Fortunately, the driver saw him.

Still stopped.

This time, there is no more coincidence that it is Xu Daniu, but a middle-aged man.

The other party stretched out his head and glanced at him: "Little comrade, what are you doing?" ”

"Uncle, my grandmother is sick, I'll go to the city to inform my uncle."

Yang Xiaole said anxiously.

By this time his clothes had changed into the same beggar's outfit.

At this time, people are still very vigilant, and he is already half a child.

So I asked about the situation: "Where do you live?" ”

"Red Flag Commune, the sixth squad of the Red Flag Brigade, our captain's name is Yang Qingwen, and my father's name is Yang Guangzhi."

The man glanced at it, then nodded at last; "Alright, come on!"

It looks like a rural doll.

"Hey, okay, thank you, uncle."

Yang Xiaole happily got into the car, there was really no one, and he was ready to ride back by himself.

The man yawned, lit a cigarette, and then started the car and left.

On the way, the other party also chatted a few words there.

This time it's about the countryside, so naturally there won't be any more problems.

The mine was empty, and the speed was relatively fast, and it took about an hour to reach the fork in the road.

"Uncle Wang, goodbye!"

After getting out of the car, Yang Xiaole said hello.

After the other party drove away, he released the car and rode in the direction of the commune.

The road was not very easy to walk, and after half an hour we finally arrived at the commune.

At this time, when he returned to the commune, Yang Xiaole was relieved.

But think about what to be afraid of, it's really not good, Lao Tzu confessed, just said that he was going to fish and sell it, and he could kill me.

It just so happens that the nets haven't been returned yet!

It's a pity that he hasn't had enough of Kyoto!

At this time, it was already past four o'clock, and it was about an hour before dawn.

Thinking that he would not come to the commune after returning home for a while, he was going to buy a little meat ticket and tofu ticket and put it in the space, so as not to have to run again.

Although the production team kills pigs.

It's a world different from before.

But there are so many people in the village!

Even if you eat one pig a day, just one hundred and ten catties of pigs, remove the bones, and even the pigs go up and down, one or two hundred people will be divided.

There are only four or five taels of pork a day at most, and it is only one or two taels when divided into two meals.

Actually, it's not much.

Having made up his mind, he came to the supply and marketing cooperative.

"Huh, Xiaole is here? Why do you wake up so early! ”

Gao Danian saw him coming over and said hello with a smile.

Yang Xiaole responded with a smile, "Uncle Gao! Busy! Come to the supply and marketing cooperatives to buy something. ”

The other party is smoking fried fritters!

Hearing that he went to the supply and marketing cooperatives to buy something, his expression moved.

At this time, only butcher shops and fish shops sell things, and the other stalls have not yet opened!

And the village has eaten canteens, what kind of meat to buy at this time?

But he didn't say anything, and said with a smile: "Do you want to have some snacks later?" ”

"Wait a minute! I'm going to buy something first. ”

Say hello and leave.

Regarding Gao Danian's suspicions, Yang Xiaole may have guessed some, but there is no way.

Fresh meat can only be bought early.

Otherwise, not to mention the taste of the meat bought, people's eyes will be more miscellaneous during the day, so it will be difficult to avoid the gaze of Gao Danian.

And he's ready to take this line in the future!

Coming to the butcher shop of the supply and marketing cooperative, Yang Xiaole saw that the other party was cutting the pork and put the cut pork belly into the basket.

This is only available to acquaintances.

"Uncle, bring me three catties of rib meat."

The man smoked, looked up at him, and said lightly, "Sold out!" ”