After about half an hour, the seafood I ordered had been served, followed by two turtles. The turtles were stewed and served in two exquisite porcelain bowls.

There are two turtles, one of them, Wei and Peng Wen, while Zhang Kun takes the other one.

The turtle is delicious and tastes delicate and delicious, but Peng Wen dared not eat it, he just drank some soup!

After dinner, Zhang Kun settled the bill and the three of them returned to the hotel to rest.

At night, Peng Wen was thinking about wild turtles, and Peng Wen also found out about the ornamental fish market. The largest ornamental fish market in Guangdong is in Huadiwan, but the ornamental fish market has declined in the past one or two years. An ordinary ornamental fish costs only a few dollars, and the better ones are only a few dozen dollars. Now the best one is hundreds of dollars. Of course, there has been no strange ornamental fish in the past one or two years. The reason why such a popular ornamental fish gradually declines.

Peng Wen fully believes that the two fish he brought should make the declining ornamental fish market popular. Even if it is not popular, then buy a few ornamental fish to make it change. Once the ornamental fish that change at that time will definitely look good, ordinary quiet fish can turn into colorful colors, let alone those colorful ornamental fish.

All night was fine, and the next day the three of them had some breakfast in the hotel and immediately took the shuttle bus to Danxia Mountain.

Danxia Mountain is located 4 kilometers south of Renhua County, Guangdong Province. It is very close to the journey. It took only more than 20 minutes to reach the Xinshan Gate of Danxia Mountain.

In front of me is a high mountain gate, with a temple on the top of the mountain. The green pines on the mountain are rich. In addition, there is still a trace of white mist, and the clouds and mist are shrouded in it, adding a magical color to Danxia Mountain, as if it has arrived in a fairyland on earth.

It is now 8:30 in the morning, and there is a 100-meter-long ticket-buying queue in front of Johor Bahru Gate.

The ticket price is forty yuan per ticket, and Peng Wen is a child, so it is half price.

Climbing along the Johor Bahru Gate to the top of the mountain, I saw a vast scroll showing in front of Peng Wen. Although the Johor Bahru Gate is not high, the view on the top is still very wide. I saw mountains in front of me one after another, and the white fog that has not yet dissipated adds a hint of fantasy in my heart, fantasizing that there can be gods and immortals in the mountains and a hint of adventure.

"Look at it." Xian Wei pointed to a mountain in the southwest and said in surprise.

Looking in the direction of Xianwei, a river appeared in Peng Wen's eyes. The river was named Jinjiang, and the other side of Jinjiang was a stone mountain. What attracted Peng Wen's eyes was the stone pillar standing upright beside the stone mountain. The stone pillar was about 28 meters high and about 7 meters in diameter. It looked like a huge genitals that a man had erect. It stood on the top of a lonely peak, towering towards the sky, and was prideing the sky, as if he wanted to declare war on the fairies in the sky.

There is a huge stone on the other side of the mountain. The stone is located east of Jinjiang, under the Elders Peak, hidden in the depths of the valley. It is more than ten meters high and more than four meters wide. It looks like the private part of a girl who is waiting to be written in the boudoir.

"I'm so good-looking, it's so similar!" Peng Wen sighed sincerely.

Zhang Kun nodded and sighed: "Yes! It's really powerful! If you use it..."

Peng Wen was stunned. Shameless people were shameless. He could actually think of using this stone pillar.

"I think it's appropriate to use it to explode your chrysanthemum." Peng Wen smiled.

Zhang Kun frowned and asked in confusion: "Breaking chrysanthemums? What chrysanthemums? Cooking chrysanthemums to make tea is a waste of fire. It is not suitable for drinking chrysanthemums in winter. I'm talking about it, do I have chrysanthemums on my body?"

"Eh..." Peng Wen was stunned and nodded seriously: "You don't have chrysanthemums."

"Hahahaha, I can't stand it anymore, I'm so laughing to death. Brother Zhang, your problem is so idiotic! Do you think you don't have an chrysanthemum?" Xianwei covered his stomach and laughed.

Zhang Kun was stunned and asked with a confused look on his face: "What does chrysanthemum mean?"

Xian Wei lay in Zhang Kun's ear and whispered: "Chrysanthemum is an adjective, describing a part of your body that looks like a shape." He said that, laughing loudly.

Zhang Kun was stunned at first, and then he immediately understood the meaning of this sentence. He was about to get angry, but found that Peng Wen and Xianwei had already walked down the mountain.

Peng Wen came here not to travel, but to do a good job. When he came to the gate of Johor Bahru, Peng Wen asked the middle-aged aunt who was selling tickets: "Auntie, can you ask if there are any villages near Danxia Mountain?"

The middle-aged woman replied: "I have a map here, and it costs ten yuan per picture."

Peng Wen took out ten yuan and took a map of Danxia Mountain. He spread out the map and saw several villages on it. The nearest one was only two miles away from the Xinshan Gate. The village was called Changlaoyu.

After seeing the village on the map, Peng Wen immediately called the three of them to head towards the village called Changlaoyu.

Ten minutes later, the three of them walked to Changlaoyu Village. There were about 200 households in the village, all of which were bungalows. There was also a big river with blue water in front of the village. This river connects the Jinjiang River in Danxia Mountain, which can be said to be the mother river here.

There is a huge locust tree at the entrance of the village. Under the locust tree are four or five old men in their fifties and sixties. When they walk in, they see that they are playing mahjong.

Peng Wen took out a pack of cigarettes from Zhang Kun's pocket, then came to the locust tree, and said respectfully: "Hello, grandpa," and handed over the cigarette.

An old man smiled and took the cigarette and said, "Little boy, I don't have a local accent! I wonder what's wrong with you?"

Peng Wen straightened the point: "I want to ask if there are any families in your village named Chen?"

The old man shook his head and said, "No, most of our villages have the surname Zhao. Do you want to find someone with the surname Chen?" the old man asked.

Peng Wen nodded and said, "Yes, I'm here to help an old Red Army find its roots."

"Old Red Army?" asked curiously: "You mean the Old Red Army? What is his name?"

Peng Wendao: "The old man's surname is Chen and his name is Chen Linliang."

"What? You said Chen Linliang? He is still alive?" the old man asked with a glare.

"Grandpa, do you know Chen Linliang?" Peng Wen asked hurriedly.

The old man shook his head and said, "I don't know, but most of us here know Chen Linliang's name. Chen Linliang was named a martyr more than 30 years ago. By the way, you haven't answered my question yet. Is Chen Linliang still alive?"

Peng Wen replied truthfully: "Yes, Mr. Chen is still living in the world, but he has forgotten a lot of things. It was from him that I came here to help him find his roots. Grandpa, do you know where Mr. Chen's home is? Do he have other relatives?"

The old man replied: "Chen Linliang is from Chenjiazhuang. I don't know whether there are other relatives."

Peng Wen frowned. The place name Chenjiazhuang is not on the map! Could it be that the map is inaccurate? Peng Wen asked: "Grandpa, how can you get to Chenjiazhuang?"

The old man sighed: "The heroic village on the map is that there are many heroic martyrs participating in the revolution in Chenjiazhuang, but 95% of them did not come back. After the reform and opening up, the government specially changed Chenjiazhuang to a heroic martyr village to commemorate the sacrificed heroes."

Peng Wen nodded thoughtfully and bowed to the old man: "Grandpa, thank you for your advice, you can play! Let's go to Chenjiazhuang now." He said that, and turned around and left.

"Little kid, wait a moment." The old man stood up and called Peng Wen.

Peng Wen turned his head and asked curiously: "What's wrong?"

The old man said, "It is less than twenty miles away from Chenjiazhuang. It takes a lot of time for you to hike over. I think this is how I want my son to send you there."

Peng Wen smiled and hurriedly said, "Thank you, grandpa."

The old man touched Peng Wen's head and smiled and said, "Can you come to the south in the north to help people find their roots. Isn't this just right for me to help you?" He said that, turning around and walking towards the village.

Looking at the old man's departure, Peng Wen couldn't help but sigh: "There are still many good people in this world!"

Not long after the old man entered the village, he saw a white van driving out of the village.

The driving was a young man of 25 or 26 years old, wearing a black casual outfit. Perhaps he had learned about Peng Wen and the others, and a gratified smile was always on his face.

Peng Wen and the old man said goodbye simply, and then took a van toward Chenjiazhuang, which was more than 20 miles away.

Chenjiazhuang is located in a remote location. In the mountains of Danxia Mountain, driving on the path of Danxia Mountain. Looking at the wonders of Danxia Mountain, Peng Wen couldn't help but sigh that the magic of the Creator could actually give birth to such wonders.

After learning about it, Peng Wen learned that the two stones that look like reproductive organs have two very famous names. The stone pillar is called Yangyuan Stone. It is said that Yangyuan Stone is also the most strange stone in China. The one that echoes it is called Yinyuan Stone. In addition to the two strange scenes of Yin and Yang, Danxia Mountain, there are many strange scenes.

For example, the teapot bee, a stone mountain that looks extremely like a teapot, and other attractions include the Nine Heavenly Ladder, the ** Peak, the Sleeping Beauty, the Seven Heavenly Bridges, three ancient mountain villages, many anthropomorphic creatures, and the shapes of the mountain stones that imitate animals and birds. These scenes look extremely realistic.

There are more than 680 large and large stone peaks, stone walls, stone pillars, and Tiansheng Bridges. The peaks are like forests, sparse and dense, with uneven heights and lower levels, and orderly; the high gorges and valleys in the mountains are lush, elegant and quiet, and spotless. The beautiful water of the Jinjiang River runs across the north and south, along the way, Danshan Mountains are clear waters, bamboo trees are swaying, and the scenery is full of the river, with tenderness.

Because the mountain road is rugged, it took nearly an hour to arrive at Chenjiazhuang.

The geographical environment of Chenjiazhuang is very similar to that of the stone ravine. It is surrounded by mountains on three sides and leaning against Jinjiang on one side. Generally speaking, Chenjiazhuang is better. There are rich pine trees planted on the surrounding mountains, and there is not a single tree that is as convex as the stone ravine. There is also a rectangular stone tablet about five meters high at the beginning of the village, engraved with three big characters: Yinglie Village, signed by Renhua County Government.

There are more than 100 families in Chenjiazhuang. These people live a life of peace and stability through Jinjiang.

Zhao Lin, who came to Chenjiazhuang to drive, stopped the van and said, "You go, I'll wait for you here."

Peng Wen got out of the car and called the two of them to walk into this village that had been peaceful for more than 30 years.

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Chapter completed!