This is the time when there is plenty of sunshine in the afternoon. The clothes can be dried quickly by hanging them on the hot stones.
Wild fish is delicious. Just grill it a little and sprinkle it with a little salt, and it will immediately become full of color, flavor and flavor.
After meditating in the river, I turned around and found that my clothes were missing. I looked around among the pile of clothes on the river beach but couldn't find them, so I looked at Zhang Shuxun with questioning eyes.p>
Zhang Zhuxun reached out and pointed at a stone not far away and said, "Yours and Fatty's are over there. They will be dried in a while."
The little brother nodded and said thank you softly.
There were several Huo family members helping out, and the fish was quickly grilled. The fat man asked the two of them to hurry up and come over to eat.
After repairing, the group put on their clothes, rearranged their equipment, and then walked downstream along the river.
After walking for more than two hours, they finally saw the unique smell of fireworks belonging to the village. The woods on both sides of the river gradually thinned out, leaving traces of farmland and ponds.
They walked straight through a bamboo forest, followed a path paved with small stones, and came to a rice field. Next to a well under a big tree, there were several old men from the Yao family sitting on bamboo deck chairs, swinging thin fans.
I was enjoying the cool air, smoking a pot leisurely, and chatting about everything. It was very relaxing.
The fat man approached them and asked them for a drink of well water and directions.
The fresh water drawn from the well is cool and has a hint of sweetness. After a ladle of water, all the heat in the body is swept away. It is refreshing and more thirst-quenching than mung bean soup.
After the fat man drank enough water, he handed the gourd water ladle to Zhang Zhuxun, and then asked the villagers where this place was and how far it was from Agui and his Banai Yao village.
Unfortunately, those old men can't understand Chinese very well, and they can't speak Mandarin. Only one of them, an old man who looks like a layman who has returned to his hometown, can speak one or two sentences in Chinese, which is not standard.
The fat man didn't even make gestures to clearly communicate his meaning to the other party, so he turned around and called Zhang Zhuxun to come over and act as his translator.
Zhang Zhuxun repeated the fat man's question in Yao language, "Grandpas, we are all tourists here. We accidentally got lost when we went up the mountain. We followed the river to find this place. Could you please give me some directions?"
,How to get to Banai Village?"
The old man looked at them for a few times and saw that most of them were young people without the cunning look of poachers on their faces. He felt a little more confident and stood up and motioned for them to follow him.
Zhang Zhuoxun smiled and thanked him, and asked Fatty and the others to follow.
As they walked, the old man introduced to them that the name of this village was Kuming Village, which was adjacent to Banai Village across the mountain.
Like Banai Yao Village, the tall bamboo buildings here are also built on the mountains. The village is surrounded by abundant water sources. The specifications of the houses are also very similar to those of Yao Village, but the scale is larger than that of Yao Village. Zhang Zhuxun
They had not been to this place before when they investigated the surrounding area.
The old man took them to a brick house with the word "Village Hall" written on the door number. He took out a book bound with twine, which was as thick as a full volume of Water Margin, and asked them to read it.
Write your name on it and sign it.
The fat man muttered on the side, "What's going on? This old man Yazi saw that we all have thin skin and tender flesh, and wants to sell us as fat sheep?"
The old man is the village cadre here. Seeing that they were all standing still, he turned the book to the cover, pointed to the words on it for them to read, and explained: "It's not that I don't believe you, but if you really have no problem,
, then leave a mark on it, so that if something happens in the future, we can have an explanation to the people above who come to investigate."
Zhang Zhu looked at the line in the book, which read "Registration Book of Foreigners" in Chinese, and there was an English translation below, and thought to himself that the village cadres here were really thoughtful.
He conveyed the words of the old village cadre to everyone, and the fat man curled his lips, "What kind of rule is this? What can I do if I don't write it down?"
"I guess they are afraid that we people are related to poachers and leave evidence to arrest people." Zhang Zhuxun said calmly.
If there are really poachers, they will definitely not leave their handprints on the paper with big, separated lines as if they were separated by mountains. Their familiarity with the mountains and fields is much inferior to those who crawl around in the mountains all day long to track their prey.
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The fat man snorted, "This old man's eyes are so thick that he even doubts someone like me, Fatty, who I know is a good citizen at a glance."
Everyone looked at him speechlessly, Fatty, do you feel guilty for saying this?
The names of many people are recorded in the front of the book, so densely packed that it has accumulated into a very thick stack.
This thing is very well preserved, and is as good as the ancient county chronicles. There are obvious signs of repair and reinforcement on it. The ones at the back should have been newly ordered in recent years, and the paper colors are different.p>
Zhang Zhuxun flipped through the pages and scanned the names at random. When he was about to turn the page, he suddenly felt stunned.
He was aware of his state. When he glanced over just now, his attention didn't notice anything, but his subconscious noticed something strange.
He immediately turned back and stared at the names on that page, reading them one by one from beginning to end. His eyes finally stopped near the sealing line. There was a three-letter name there, which was very strange.
Looking at those three words, he suddenly felt a familiar feeling that "this is it" he was looking for.
Zhang Mengyu, Zhang Mengyu - Zhang Zhuxun's heart shook violently, and his eyes suddenly felt a little hot. This was not a sign that he wanted to cry, but the emotions he had suppressed for a long time suddenly came up. This kind of touch made him a little confused.
Measures.
It has to be said that they come from the same origin. The writing habits of these three characters are very similar to his, but compared to his informality after practicing cursive writing, these three characters have a little more stability in the flow, but they do not appear rigid.
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He immediately looked at the header date of this page, which was September 1, 197. This time was before the funeral of Banai Archeology. In other words, Zhang Menyu had already visited the Zhang Family Ancient Building before that.<
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Combined with the mark left outside the third sealing stone, he was already sure that it was Zhang Menyu's mark.
But Zhang Menyu also stayed in this place called Kujiang Village, leaving behind a fake name full of original meaning. Does this mean that Zhang Menyu took the name in Siguniang Mountain for some unknown reason?
I also received the wrong password.
It is more likely that he is now walking down the road that Zhang Menyu walked down.
There were mixed feelings in my heart for a while, and everything seemed to be destined for a long time.
His arrival, the black gold balls obtained from all the ancient tombs he had experienced before, the altar under the sacred tree in the Qinling Mountains, and the unicorn carvings inlaid with Tibetan Sherpa beads in the underwater Yao Village, the bronze mechanism, and the fire mark
, all of this seemed to indicate that his arrival was not an accident of bad luck, but had been planned in advance, leading him forward step by step.
I couldn't help but feel a little depressed. Did these old guys all come from the same training class? Why do they all like to dig holes for their offspring so much?
Someone suddenly pinched his shoulder. Zhang Zhu looked back and saw the younger brother standing beside him, staring at the name with a hint of doubt in his eyes.
Zhang Zhuxun took a deep breath, gathered his thoughts, took a pen from the pen jar on the table, wrote the word "Yu Mu" on the last page, and took advantage of the old village cadre to turn around and write
With the help of water, he quickly grabbed Huo Xiaoli's hand and pressed it into the red seal mud, then poked it into the blank space behind the name.
Then, while handing the notebook to the little brother, he moved his left hand slightly, coughed slightly to cover up the sound of the paper being torn apart, and quickly balled up the paper in his palm and stuffed it into his trouser pocket.
The old village cadre carried the teapot and went to look for tea leaves in the cabinet on the side. The younger brother grabbed Huo Xiaoli's arm as quickly as possible, put his thumb still stained with red ink on the book, and then wrote.
The next two words are "Dong Nuo".
Huo Xiaoli's eyes widened, "?"
Seeing the old village cadre coming back humming a little tune, Huo Xiaoli hurriedly made up a name and stamped it with another finger.
When the others saw this, they followed the same pattern, blocking and covering their faces, and making finger prints mixed with them.
Seeing how cooperative they were, the old village cadre smiled. He poured tea for everyone and explained the purpose of doing so.
It turns out that when the previous village chief of this village was still there, a group of people pretended to be an archaeological team and worked on the mountain for a long time. In the end, they left quietly at some point, and waited until the villagers realized that they should not go up the mountain to check.
At that time, the mountain was full of burnt trees and traps for catching wild animals, and it was a mess.
Only then did they realize that the group was actually poachers disguised as poachers. After catching enough prey, the group had smuggled the furs of the beasts across the Vietnamese border through other channels found in the mountains.p>
The village chief at that time beat his chest with regret, but it was too late. Even if he reported the case, those people had already disappeared without leaving any trace, and the police did not know where to arrest them.
Later, the village set a rule that all outsiders who came to Kujing Village must register.
Zhang Zhuxun understood this, and echoed the old village cadres in scolding those damn poachers.
The old village cadre also took them to the village hall for a meal, filled their water bags with well water, and then found a young man named Lan Baihong from the village and asked him to guide Zhang Zhu and several others.
Go to Banai.
There is actually a large mountain between Kujiang Village and Banai. If you take the land route, you have to walk at least half of the way up the mountain. There is no day or night that you can't walk across. However, people in the village generally take the water route and paddle boats from there.
If you drift over here, you can reach the place in the evening.
Zhang Zhuxun took out three red cards, two of which were used as payment for Lan Baihong's hard work, and the remaining one asked him to hire someone else, because there were too many people in their group and they couldn't fit on one bamboo raft.
Lan Baihong was particularly happy. She thanked them repeatedly and asked Zhang Zhuxun to wait. She only accepted two sheets, saying they were deposits, and the remaining one was used as the final payment after arriving at the destination. Then she ran back to look for them like a breeze.
People.
To be continued...