The Junling Railway is not far from Gaojia Village, only about five miles away, and when Gao Mingcheng meditates, people in the village who are interested in going to the railway to do temporary work have walked towards the Junling Railway.

When building railways, they often recruit a group of temporary workers in the local area, most of these temporary workers do manual work, carrying stones, carrying sleepers, mixing cement, etc., and those regular workers will do some work with a certain technical content.

On the railway, all kinds of materials are piled up all over the ground, and hundreds of young people are waiting here, waiting for orders.

These people, except for the regular workers on the railway, are all from several nearby villages, some of whom are familiar with each other, and some of whom are familiar with each other.

And among the group, there was a thin old man, he had a goatee, wore a half-new tunic suit, and his temperament was completely different from that of the rough men around him, and he looked like a teacher.

So he was asked, "You are here to work?" Are you old? I'm afraid I won't be able to carry the stone, so let's go home, the province was bent over by the stone. ”

"That's it! This bag of stones, to say the least, is about a hundred catties! ”

The people around echoed, and everyone looked at the old man.

The old man seemed to be a little embarrassed, he stared at the sleepers and gravel, as if he was thinking about whether he could carry them.

In the end, he was full of helplessness and said, "Forget it, I'd better go." ”

After saying that, he bent down slightly and left here.

No one paid attention to this little episode, at most someone gossiped with acquaintances: "This person is not like the people in the nearby villages." ”

"Probably someone a little further away." The acquaintance replied casually.

By this time, the old man had already left the railway site and went down the hill along the path.

At the foot of the mountain, two young men were waiting in the shade of a tree.

"Dad, how's it going?" Seeing the old man coming down, a man immediately asked.

The old man did not hurry to speak, but tore off the beard from his mouth, and it turned out that the goat's beard was not a real beard, but was pasted.

His back was straight, and after losing his beard, he looked much younger.

"I went to see it, and the young people in Gaojia Village are basically here."

With this affirmative remark, both young men smiled with satisfaction.

They got the news that there was a Song tomb in the mountains on this side of Gaojia Village, but they hadn't found out exactly which mountain it was, because the village was full of familiar faces on weekdays, and once a fresh face entered the village, it would attract great attention.

For people like them, they don't want to get noticed.

Fortunately, they have ruled out some places, leaving only Niuweiling and Xiaoyuanshan as the most likely.

It is said that in the Ming Dynasty, this belt out of a Jinshi, this Jinshi also had a small three yuan, after his death, the buried mountain, was called Xiao Yuan Mountain by the locals.

With this legend in place, the father and son decided to explore Xiaoyuan Mountain first.

The location of Xiaoyuan Mountain between Gaojia Village and Dongjia Village, but from the side of Dongjia Village into the mountain, the terrain is steep and difficult to walk, and the terrain of Gaojia Village is more relaxed, and after turning over a hill, it is Xiaoyuan Mountain.

At the end of August, the weather was hot, there was not much work in the field, and the men all went to Junling, and there were not many people left in the village.

If Gao Mingcheng saw these three people, he would definitely be very familiar with them.

Because in his previous life, he had dealt with this father and son.

However, at this time, Gao Mingcheng was checking the trap he had laid yesterday and did not meet with these three people.

There are two kinds of traps arranged by Gao Mingcheng, one is to dig a pit in a suitable place, and then cover it on the top of the pit with thin branches and grass, if the prey passes by, it will step on the air and fall into the pit.

There is also a slipknot made of vines, similar to a sleeve made of steel wire, which serves to stumble the prey.

Gao Mingcheng searched all the way and found that some traps had not been destroyed, indicating that no prey had passed, and then some traps were destroyed, but no prey was left, indicating that although these prey touched the traps, they escaped alertly.

Seeing this, he was not angry and continued to search.

Finally, he spotted movement in a bush!

The grass was marked by a large number of trampling marks, and in the deepest depths, something seemed to be struggling.

Gao Mingcheng bent down and stretched out his hand to pull the grass away, and after the lush grass was pulled away, the things hidden inside were immediately revealed.

It was a grayish-brown hare, its body tightly entangled in several vines, one of which was tied to a nearby tree, so that the hare struggled to escape, but never succeeded.

Finally had a harvest, Gao Mingcheng couldn't hide his joy, grinned and picked up the hare, and then started to tear off the vines wrapped around the hare.

After tying the hare's feet with flexible grass, Gao Mingcheng carried the hare and continued to walk forward, and in front, there was a trap that had been arranged.

Maybe it was the god of luck that came, Gao Mingcheng didn't get anything at first, but after finding this hare, in the last trap, there was also a harvest!

From a distance, he saw that the branches covered by the pit had been damaged, Gao Mingcheng felt a trace of expectation in his heart, walked forward quickly, and then saw that there was indeed a pheasant in the pit!

This pit is small and deep, so it is difficult for pheasants to fly up after they sink in, but if the pit is dug wider, pheasants can fly up with strength.

Gao Mingcheng didn't kill the pheasants, he just caught them, he carried the pheasants in one hand and the hare in the other, looked down and pondered for a moment, and finally decided to sell them for money.

Eating meat is certainly very cool, but it is not happy if you don't have money in your pocket, and you can eat meat later, so it's better to get some money in your hands first.

When the gang of tomb robbers came, he had to take a car to the county seat to find Uncle Gao Guobing.

If he really doesn't have any money, he can borrow it from Gao Zhuang, but it's better not to borrow it.

Every 1, 4, 7, there is an old set in Junling, 2, 6, 8 is the county seat, today is the 30th, which set has not caught up, but if you want to sell these prey in your hand, it is not difficult for Gao Mingcheng.

He carried his prey and walked to a house in the village.

This family is considered to be the second room in Gaojia Village, but the family is promising, and their life is one of the best in the village.

Today, most of the men in the village went to work on the Junling Railway, but this family did not go, and the husband and wife stayed at home.

At this time of year, there was no heavy work in the field, and the man lay on a wicker chair in the shade of the tree, listening leisurely to the radio, while his wife was making clothes next to him, and the sound of the sewing machine sounded from time to time.

"Uncle, idle!" After Gao Mingcheng entered the door, he greeted him with a smile.

When the man heard this, he immediately opened his eyes and saw that it was Gao Mingcheng, with a smile on his face, and greeted him cordially: "It's Mingcheng, come in and sit!" Feixia, pour a bowl of tea for Ming Cheng! ”

The male owner is about forty years old, and he is the same age as Gao Mingcheng's father, but his attitude towards Gao Mingcheng is more enthusiastic than that of his own father.