It's a stupid way to get rid of the golden cicada.
But if a stupid idea is used well, it will turn into a good idea.
I want to be free and do not want to be restricted by adding any puppets.
It is impossible to work part-time. If I leave it here, I, Xiang Yunfeng, will never be able to work part-time in my life.
After drinking four ounces of wine that night and thinking about it, he said three words and a few sentences about my current situation.
"stable."
"wait."
"Walk."
The boss said: "Wen is the person who stabilizes Zhao Qingwan. Yunfeng, I asked you to work as a kuding for more than a month to help them make money, just to dispel the doubts of Lao Zhao, Er Yatou, Qin Xiaofang and the others."
"Wait, we have to wait until the first day of July," he said, banging his head on the table: "At this time, Zhao Qingwan is busy dealing with the Changchun Society, because according to the news, in the next few months, there will be internal discussions within the Changchun Society.
It’s very messy.”
"To leave is to run away."
"If things go well, in a few days, the snake girl will tell the public that she saw a man bitten to death by a poisonous snake in Nancuo Forest."
"Yunfeng, some people will believe it next, and some people won't."
"Zhao Qingwan will most likely not believe it when he learns the news. If he asks for proof, he will have to send a large number of people to find you, to see the person alive and the body after death.
"She is busy dealing with the Changchun Society. If she wants to find you in a short time, it will take a lot of manpower and material resources. Yunfeng, now compared to the importance of the entire Changchun Society, you alone are nothing."
After hearing these words, I threw a peanut into my mouth and asked: "Boss, where will I go after that? Where will I wait for you?"
He thought about it and said, "Don't set a location, don't call me, go to a place you don't even know, and then contact me after you stabilize."
.....
I will never forget that summer.
The walk from Nancuo Forest to Naitao Mountain was far more difficult than I thought. When I was hungry, I ate some bread prepared in advance and drank some water. I didn’t go out on the first day. I stayed in a small temple on the mountain at night.
Sleep well.
There is no one, it is desolate. The small temple on Naitao Mountain was built decades ago. The temple bricks were carried one by one by manpower. When I slept in the temple at night, the surroundings were buzzing with poisonous mosquitoes, which bit me many times.
Two days later, I went down the mountain and before I knew it, I came to a wastewater reservoir.
Finally I saw a figure.
"Hello!"
"Hello!"
I waved my bamboo pole and ran over to call.
On the shore, there were fishing rods supported by bricks. Two young men took off their clothes and wore shorts and were swimming and taking a shower in the reservoir.
I rushed down and shouted: "You two, which village is this?"
One of the men had a stainless steel tag around his neck. He swam over quickly in the water, wiped his face and said, "Look, you came down from the mountain. Are you lost? This is Tulingou. You are going down.
Tianjing Village is half an hour away.”
The clothes I was wearing were smelly, wet, and I was sweating all the time. I hadn't washed them for two or three days. Now I desperately wanted to take a shower, change clothes, and eat something.
I quickly took off my clothes and jumped into the reservoir with a thud, which shocked the young man.
After taking a shower and chatting for a while, I reached an agreement with these two people and asked them to take me to Tianjing Village.
The man with the stainless steel plate around his neck is named Zhiqiang. Wang Zhiqiang is a local from Tianjing Village. He no longer goes to school and swims and fishes every day. He is nicknamed the Reservoir Prodigal.
The other is that when he was young, he remembered that the prodigal son always called him Erpengju. In fact, he was quite normal, but his reaction was a bit slow.
He was carrying a bucket and a fishing rod, and I followed with my bag on my back.
"Damn, it's a bad year. I just caught such a small fish today. When I get home, my mother will probably call me a waste again."
Er Pengju carried the fishing rod and said, "Brother Zhiqiang, why don't we buy a fish and put it in a bucket? Let's just say we caught it in the reservoir."
"You are such a fucking genius. I only have five yuan and I still want to buy cigarettes. Do you have any money?"
Er Pengju immediately shook his head: "I have no money."
I fumbled in my back pocket for a while, then ran forward and said, "Brother, this is fifty yuan. Thank you for helping me lead the way."
"This... is not good..."
"Hey, you're welcome, take it." I smiled and stuffed it over.
Zhiqiang took the money and immediately smiled at me and said: "Our place is poor and there are no restaurants in the village. Just go to my house for lunch."
I ate one piece of bread in two days. I was really hungry, so I agreed.
I saw the outline of a small village at the foot of the mountain from a distance. At this time, I turned my head and looked at the surrounding terrain, and frowned unconsciously.
The village is surrounded by mountains and built in a sunken area.
The beginning of the village and the end of the village are connected, and it looks like a... big coffin without a lid.
I frowned not because this village looked like a coffin, but because I passed by a place just now and there was a lump of earth bulging out of the ground. The lump was covered with weeds and small trees, and it looked like a mound of earth.
I thought to myself, "I really have a connection with the grave. How come I can meet him in such a remote place?"
When I first thought of the name of the village in the ravine, it was "Tianjing Village".
The patio is a structure in a tomb. When looking for a tomb a few decades ago, many people used maps. They would lay the map on the table and look at it to look for such a name.
Look for mountain ranges in place names with the word tomb, such as Laofen Mountain, Huafeng Mountain, Xiaofen Mountain, and place names with mausoleum, Jiangling, Lanling, Guangling, Tongling, Fuling, etc., as well as stone figurine villages, Longyao Village, etc.
What kind of Jingcun... There may be ancient tombs in these places, but many ordinary people don't pay attention.
It was noon, so I looked at the sun with my hands, and then lowered my head to look carefully at the position of the little earth bag.
The location is at the bottom of the slope. Although it cannot be 100% certain, if it is an ancient tomb, it should be a tomb after the Tang Dynasty. It is most likely a Tang tomb or a Song tomb. The Yuan tombs are excluded directly. In my impression, the Yuan tombs have almost no seals.
There is an old saying in our industry that makes sense.
"The tombs of the Spring and Autumn and Warring States periods were buried on the top of the mountain, the tombs of the Qin and Han Dynasties were buried on the mountains, the corpses of the Eastern Han and Southern Dynasties were buried on the mountainside, and the corpses of the Sui, Tang and Song Dynasties were buried on the slopes."
"What are you looking at? Let's go, we will arrive at our village soon."
"Oh, I didn't see anything," I quickly followed.
In the past, the villagers were very simple. If you could talk, it was too easy to come to your home for a meal. The world has been changing. Now, if a stranger wants to come to your home for a meal, most people will not agree, right?
Although this place is close to Nanping, it is completely in the mountains. There is no shuttle bus. When they leave the village, they ride motorcycles, bicycles, or simply walk.
Wang Zhiqiang, the prodigal son of the reservoir, has a mother and a younger brother at home. His mother is not old, but her hair is all white. She makes tiger head hats from rabbit skins at home every day. When she is finished, others will buy her.
I asked, the tiger head hats made by his mother sell for 95 yuan each, and it takes about 5 days to make one, excluding the cost of rabbit skin and cotton fabric, and he earns 60 yuan in 5 days.
After eating potatoes and rice, I stayed at his house for two days and gradually became familiar with Wang Zhiqiang and Er Pengju.
After a few days of calm, that afternoon I quietly asked: "Hey, Prodigal, who in your village has a computer? The one with Internet access."
He said no, but he could go to an Internet cafe to surf the Internet.
I asked where the Internet cafe was.
He said: "It's 10 miles away from here. It's in another village. Are you going?"
"Go, you take me there, let's go play together, I invite you."
They were very happy, so they led me around the ravine for more than an hour in the afternoon, and arrived behind a primary school.
There is no name, they are all called Xiaoqiang Internet Cafe. There are only 6 machines in total, but there are more than ten people surrounding the room. One person is playing Legend, and the other five are playing CS on the LAN.
I saw this brother who plays CS, he couldn't sit up straight, and would shake his head violently when he fired a gun, and he would make a lot of noise when clicking the mouse.
After waiting for a while, they left, and the prodigal son Erpengju and I hurriedly took our seats and sat down.
At this time, I need to access QQ on my computer. QQ is available on my mobile phone, but only my Symbian phone can access it. I don’t have it.
I forgot my password and had to enter it several times before I could log in.
