Wu Yong now felt that there might really be a problem in Wotou Village.

First, the eggs at Aunt Xu’s house seemed to have something to say, and then during the afternoon work time in the village, the young and strong men were nowhere to be seen, and now, there seems to be something strange in the back mountain mentioned by the king’s father.

There can't really be anything unclean, right? At the door of Emei's house? Just let yourself bump into it as soon as you come down the mountain?

No way...

The cool breeze blew on his face. Wu Yong tightened the hard thing on his chest, felt a little calmer, and asked loudly: "Uncle Wang, what is there in the back hill of Wotou Village?"

The surroundings were quiet. Several members of the Wang family were accompanying their young daughter by the river. The only sounds in their ears were the chirping of frogs and cicadas and the sound of running water. Wu Yong's question suddenly startled them.

Even Wang Cuicui, who couldn't stop crying and was still sniffing intermittently, was startled and stopped sobbing unconsciously.

"Young Master Wu... why are you here too?" Wang Fu was surprised.

Wu Yongdao: "I thought I would help with the search, so I followed here."

Wang Qingshan looked surprised.

The moonlight was bright and the valley was quiet at night. Wu Yong and the other three could find this place by following the light and sound. He thought it made sense.

But the strange thing is that his father just arrived in front of him, and these three little foreigners came just behind... Is it too fast?

Unexpectedly, Wang Fu's expression remained unchanged, as if he didn't feel anything was wrong, and he asked calmly: "What did the three of you hear?"

Wu Yong said calmly: "We just heard Uncle Wang mention the 'back mountain',"

The royal father nodded and said: "The three of you are deeply blessed. I originally planned to ask you, old farmer, for this matter. There is nothing to hide."

Wu Yong and Chai from the Song Dynasty looked at each other and said in astonishment: "How can you say that you have a profound blessing? What else do you have to ask us three little ones to do?"

"Let's go back and talk," Wang's father put his hand on his daughter, grinning on his face full of grooves, and said hehe, "Aren't you hungry? I dug up some chicken necks today, but I can't hold these things and take them out.

Sell ​​it and let your mother burn it and eat it."

When Wang Cuicui heard this, her eyes suddenly lit up.

The Queen Mother smiled and said: "Let's go."

"Yes." Wang Cuicui nodded, wiped her tears, and walked towards the village.

Wang Fu extended his hand to invite Wu Yong and the others back to the house.

By now, everyone had lost their appetite, so they moved their stools out of the house and sat in the small fenced courtyard to enjoy the cool air, leaving Wang Cuicui and her daughter to eat in the hall.

Wang Qingshan briefly talked with each other and then moved the stool out of the house. He felt that his father was a little different today than in the past.

Wu Yong couldn't hold back his curiosity, sat down and asked, "Uncle Wang?"

The royal father smiled and said, "When I came back in the evening, my little girl Tingshou had a quarrel with the three of them at noon?"

"I'm not happy to talk about it, but it seems to be something about Aunt Xu's chicken..." Wu Yong was stunned and asked what he was talking about. Are these two things related?

Wang Fu sighed: "This is actually the same thing as the back mountain."

"What should I say?" Wu Yong became interested.

"The chicken owned by the Xu family's daughter-in-law... killed people back then!" Father Wang lowered his voice.

Chai Kunpeng on the side was puzzled and shouted indifferently: "How can a chicken kill people?"

The sharp contrast between the two people's volumes shocked Wang Qingshan and Wang's father.

Wu Yong glared at Chai Kunpeng.

But... in fact, this is also his doubt. What kind of chicken can kill people? Peck out people's eyes? Is the victim a baby with little resistance? Or is there something else hidden?

"Uncle Wang?" Wu Yong looked questioningly.

The royal father shook his head and said: "It's a long story..."

It turns out that Wotou Village is surrounded by mountains. Although the environment is very good, the residents have warm winters and cool summers, and the scenery is excellent. But in fact, the land is not fertile, and the mud is mostly mixed with gravel. Apart from the local vegetation, rice and noodles cannot be grown on a large scale.

Waiting for food crops.

In the past few years, the villagers were very poor and often went without a meal.

Fortunately, we can rely on the mountains to eat the mountains, and rely on the sea to eat the sea.

There are always some naturally grown crops in the mountains and forests of the Fourth Ring Road, such as mushrooms, bamboo shoots and other mountain fresh food. Occasionally, you can hunt foxes, rabbits and other game. The villagers travel to the mountains all day long, some are sold to Jiangyuan County, some are kept for themselves, and some from Wotou Village

Our ancestors relied on this to make a living.

But in the final analysis, they are just four mountains, not an endless mountain range.

After several generations, the mountains have been plowed all over, and mushrooms and shoots are seasonal and not available all year round. Foxes and rabbits are not stupid. There are uncles, aunts and uncles in the family every now and then, and over time, they all disappear.

Shadow.

The old village chief, Wang Qingshan's grandfather, failed to get the honors he hoped for, so he thought about returning to his hometown to open a private school and teach his younger sons and nephews. There was no doubt that his dream of being a scholar would be able to continue with them.
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Even worse, helping fellow villagers learn to read and gain a good reputation in the countryside is a decent way to live.

But he didn't expect that the situation in Wotou Village was worse than when he left his hometown. Let alone study and read, the villagers couldn't even eat enough to eat, so how could they have money to study.

Grandfather Wang Qingshan still had the arrogance of a scholar at first. He didn’t even bother running away, but planned to go to Jiangyuan County to write calligraphy, sell paintings, and eat the food that only scholars can eat.

However, he is not a great talent or great painter, and he can’t even get a job title, so who cares about him? Naturally, he hasn’t sold a single calligraphy or painting.

As time went by, there was no food to eat, and the temple of the five internal organs was about to collapse. I had no choice but to "put down my body" and go to the mountains and forests to make a living.

One winter, he ran half way up the mountain without gaining anything. Looking at the sunset, thinking that he would go hungry again today, he roared and cursed God in anger.

At this time, he had not eaten for several days, and after another day of hiking on the mountain, his calves were already weak. With a roar, he lost his footing and rolled down the mountain with a crash.

He also survived the catastrophe and actually rolled into a cave.

He wiped his face and discovered that the cave was actually full of all kinds of fungi.

It was winter!

Grandfather Wang Qingshan had never heard of a place where so many fungi could grow in winter, or where so many different types of fungi could grow on the same piece of land!

After running around in the mountains for some time, he had a rough idea of ​​which mushrooms were edible and which ones were not. He picked a handful of them, ran out of the cave, marked the place, and made a fire on the spot in the mountain to eat.

In the next few days, he came here every day to pick mushrooms to eat. He was also surprised to find that the mushrooms in this cave grew very fast. If he picked them today, he would see "little lids" popping up every few days.
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After such a stable period of time, Grandpa Wang Qingshan no longer worried about being hungry, but he was tired of eating mushrooms all the time.

Thinking that the fungi grow quickly and plentifully, why not pick some and sell them in the county?

What else can we use the money for?

Of course we must play a role in guarding the golden mountain.
Chapter completed!