A few melodious rooster cries were heard in the distance, and the fire that had been burning for nearly half an hour was gradually extinguished, and the few hanged ghosts that were still hanging on it just now had completely disappeared. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

The old locust tree has also turned into a pile of ashes, it turns out that this old locust tree really has a problem, it can survive until now by the spirit of resentment, and now the yin gas is burned out by the heavenly fire, and its life span is also the end, as the so-called old wood is not dry is strange, dead wood is immortal is fine!

A few people worked hard for most of the night to destroy the group of hanged ghosts with the old locust tree, at this time we were sleepy and hungry, Songqi screamed the most, urging me and Lao to go quickly, saying that if you hurry up, you can rush to the village to have breakfast.

But I tossed for a night, and was eaten by the formation, how can I still have the strength to go fast, if there is no way to return to the elixir to recover my strength, I don't know if I am dead or alive!

Lao Zhi is also tired enough, only Songqi does not have much physical strength, and he is energetic at this time.

But as soon as I heard the word breakfast, the old man and Songqi stood in a line, like a chicken blood, pulled me up, and strode away in the direction of the chicken's crow.

I was so tired, my legs and feet were weak when I walked, and I fell several times along the way like a dog being dragged to death, and these two brutes did not care about my thin body, and ran wildly all the way, more terrifying than the evil spirits out of prison, I really doubt that these two foodies have not eaten for several years.

Who said the phrase Wangshan running a dead horse?

That's right!

Originally, the sound of roosters seemed not far from us, but we still walked for more than an hour, and at about five o'clock in the morning, we saw some small villages hidden in the morning mist, and finally there was hope, but I had an inexplicable uneasiness in my heart, and I always felt that this village was lifeless and lifeless.

Suddenly, a thought came to mind, there are no living people in this village, but there are obviously dogs barking, how can there be no living people, it may be that I have some grass and trees.

Song Qi looked at the village at the bottom of the mountain, his expression was slightly disappointed, and he sighed and said to himself: "What can be delicious in such a poor village." ”

"Where there are people, I am afraid that there is nothing to eat, so I slaughtered the rooster that crowed just now, stewed some wild mushrooms, and simmered a pot of rice, and lay down... I can't help it, let's go!"

Songqi's eyes lit up when he was told by Lao Yu, and he almost slipped out of his saliva, and ran to the village with Lao Yu, and studied while walking, whether the chicken stewed frozen tofu would be delicious, and directly ignored the seriously ill and wounded me, which was really sad...

After walking for a while, an orange color appeared on the eastern hill, staining the sleeping clouds in the sky and waking up the magpies in the trees.

A cold and tranquil atmosphere permeated the mountains and wilderness, calming my heart, which was still a little uneasy.

But in such a rare mountain morning, I was disturbed by two foodies who were terrible about the scenery, and told me all the things that might be in the village, steamed, braised, stir-fried, fried, stewed...

The more the two of them talked, the more lively they became, they were really convinced, it was simply the reincarnation of two rice buckets!

"Nangong Dongluo, you want to eat something, think about spending money for them to do it!"

Seeing Songqi asking me with an expectant face, he passed directly between her and Lao Zhi, and said casually: "Steamed Lao Zhi, vinegar Songqi." ”

"Oh, I hate it, I'm serious with you!" Song Qijiao laughed a few times and then followed.

"I'm also serious, oh yes, pay special attention, you must pluck your hair when you steam the old one!"

"Your uncle's Nangong! Let me tell you, uncle, I haven't taken a bath for more than a month, and the smell is enough!"

"If you have a taste, soak it in a wine vat first, disinfect it and then steam it!"

"Oh yes, you two are disgusting to say such a thing in front of a girl!"

The laughter of several people echoed in the early morning of the mountain, but the weather became darker and darker the more you walked, and when you looked up, it was cloudy, and the weather in the mountain was really unpredictable.

The three of them talked and laughed and walked into the village, and at a glance, there were all dilapidated adobe houses, and even some grass houses, the courtyard wall was a fence made of wooden sticks, and some were made of yellow mud mixed with weeds.

People in the mountains get up early, although it is only more than six o'clock, but there are already people who come out to be busy, sweeping the yard to feed the chickens, and holding firewood to cook.

As soon as the three of us walked into the village, we attracted a lot of strange eyes, maybe there are few outsiders in this village, or maybe I and Songqi are more outstanding, anyway, we were pointed at.

But we didn't have to walk a few steps into the village, we found that something was wrong, there were coffins at the gate of every house, black coffins, no wonder there was such a lifeless feeling when we entered the village.

This shocked us very much, who would put a coffin at the gate of their house for no reason, and there is still every door of every house, or more than one, what kind of village is this, this is a super large Yizhuang!

I've heard a lot of strange things, but it's unheard of to put a coffin in front of my house, is it a custom?

The Chinese pay attention to the fallen leaves to return to their roots, and enter the soil for safety. In order to prevent being caught off guard, when the elderly are seriously ill, they will prepare for the future, and the emperors of all dynasties have begun to prepare decades in advance, so it is not surprising that individual families in rural areas have coffins and shrouds.

But these things are placed in a hidden place and do not see the light, one is afraid that it will fade and become old over time, and the other is afraid that absorbing more sunlight will be bad for the deceased. But how can it be placed at the gate here, exposed to the sun, are the old people here all discussed, shouting one, two, three and a collective breath?

Obviously not, some of the coffins have been badly faded, and some even have wooden tires exposed.

"What kind of custom is this, why are there so many coffins?" the old man stared around with round eyes, as if he had seen the last eunuch in China.

Song Qi also frowned, with a puzzled look, squeezed between me and Lao Yu, and said to himself: "This village is too evil, why do you have to put so many coffins at the gate of every house!"

"If you want me to say, the people in this village are about to die, and the housekeeper village has become a coffin village!"

I hurriedly scolded: "Can you speak quietly, if you are heard by the villagers here, it will be strange if you don't beat you into a pig's head!"

As if he hadn't heard me, Lao Yu walked straight to an old lady holding firewood: "Hey, hello, auntie, is this the housekeeper's village?"

When the old lady heard someone talking to her, she put down the firewood in her hand and pulled the turban around her head back, revealing an old and haggard face. Straightened up, looked up and down for a while, handed his ear forward, and shouted in a hoarse voice: "What are you talking about?"

The old lady's ears are not good.

Lao Yu leaned forward, raised his voice and shouted, "I ask you... Where is this?"

"I don't have piglets at home!" The old lady is desperate, think about it, the old lady just asked is really like whether you have piglets in your house, Songqi and I couldn't hold back laughter.

The old man scratched the back of his head, looked back at me and Songqi with a bitter face, turned around and asked the old lady: "I didn't ask if you have piglets at home, I asked... Here it is... What a place..."

"What, your name is Xiaofang?"

Songqi and I burst out laughing completely...

"What kind of ears do you have, your ears and eyes are dead, I ask you where they are?"

"I told you that I don't have piglets at home, why do you ask, young ears are not good!"

After the old lady finished speaking, she shook her head helplessly, turned around and went to pick up firewood again.

Lao Yu was deflated at the old lady's, and walked back in a smoky manner, and saw that Songqi and I were about to be angry, and scolded with a painful face: "You two are laughing at a fart, are you so funny, it seems that you lack heart!"

"You... When did you change your name to Xiaofang, hahaha..."

"Go to your uncle's Nangong!"

"You're asking for directions, aren't you?"

Lao Yu was about to push me, but was interrupted by a man's voice.

Looking at the people again, they look like they are forty or fifty years old, and they look like authentic mountain people with their skin color, and they still hold pots of cornmeal in their hands, and they don't know whether they are feeding pigs or people.

"Hello big brother, we were passing by here, and we didn't know where this was, so we asked. ”

"Ah, it was a deaf aunt just now, she is over ninety years old, and her ears are not good, so let me tell you. This is called the housekeeper village, there are few pigs, if you want to buy piglets, go to the village chief's house to buy them, he has piglets. ”

"No, no, no... It was the old lady who interrupted just now, and we didn't collect pigs. ”

When the middle-aged man was talking to us, his eyes kept looking at Songqi, although Songqi was usually noisy, but after all, she was a girl, so she was stared at by a strange man, and her heart was also awkward for a while, and she coughed lightly and moved behind me.

"We..." Before I could say any more, Lao Yu pushed me aside and hurriedly said, "We are here to play, now we want to eat, is there a restaurant in your village?"

"It's... Our village is poor and there are no restaurants. ”

"Come to my house, young man!"