Chapter 1119
"Going to Mang Mountain? Tonight?" I asked in surprise.
He looked at me and nodded.
"No, boss, it's already past nine o'clock. I asked Xiaoxuan to go up to Mang Mountain? Are you looking for a place to visit a tomb?"
"And I looked at the weather forecast. It may rain moderately in Luoyang at night."
The boss said: "It's okay, bring an umbrella. You and Xiaoxuan will accompany Mr. Li's family of three. He asked me specifically."
"What are you going to do? Are you going to take the lead?"
"I'm not going. Mr. Li will explain to you on the way. I'll leave at 10 o'clock. If you hurry, I'll be back around one o'clock."
"Then...okay, I'll call Xiaoxuan."
Xiaoxuan was also confused when she heard that I wanted to go to Mang Mountain.
Around 9:50, the guests dispersed. Mr. Li, Yuan Bao, and Yuan Bao's new daughter-in-law, who had just passed by, came out. The new daughter-in-law's name was Xiaoxia. They all had umbrellas in their hands, and they probably also read the weather forecast.
There was a three-wheeled motorcycle parked outside the courtyard, a blue Jincheng Suzuki King. There were two bamboo baskets on the back of the three-wheeled motorcycle, covered with a raincloth.
"Xiao Xiang, can you ride a bicycle?"
I said yes.
The old man nodded, threw the key to me and said, "You can get on the car and follow me later. It will take about half an hour to reach the foot of the mountain, and then we will walk up the mountain. Thank you for your hard work."
After saying that, he looked up at the sky and said, "I hope it won't rain. If it does, it will be difficult to walk on the mountain roads."
I took the Suzuki car key and asked, "Master Li, you didn't tell me, why are we going to Mang Mountain so late?"
A trace of sadness flashed in the old man's eyes, and he said lonelyly: "Go and see my son and daughter-in-law. I promised at the beginning that when Xiaobao gets married, I will come and tell them."
At this time, Xiaoxuan bit my ear and asked quietly: "What's going on, Yunfeng? Does their family live in the mountains? It's such a big event that my son is getting married, why don't you come during the day?"
I see....
I couldn't help but say in my heart, if I could only come during the day, it would be a ghost in broad daylight.
Mr. Li originally hired someone else, but on this day he replaced us temporarily. I guess it may be because we are all insiders.
Xiaoxuan and I are a boy and a girl, and our status is equivalent to the best man and bridesmaid.
Suzuki's battery failed and there was no power to start the ignition.
I kicked more than ten times in a row before I hit it. After a few turns of the accelerator, Xiaoxuan sat up and put her arms around my waist.
Mr. Li was riding a three-wheeled motorcycle in front, Yuanbao and his wife Xiaoxia were sitting in the car, and I followed behind.
The couple were loving each other on the road. Yuanbao hugged Xiaoxia to help block the wind. From time to time, he would raise his head and kiss each other.
The road was a little bumpy, so Xiaoxuan hugged me and pressed her face tightly against my back.
10:30.
We couldn't ride anymore as we approached the bottom of the mountain, so we started hiking up the mountain.
We were afraid of what would happen. Not long after we went up the mountain, raindrops began to fall from the sky. We used flashlights and held umbrellas.
The north-south range of Mang Mountain is almost 200 kilometers, and the altitude is more than 200 meters. The altitude here is not high, with more soil and less rocks. It is a loess mausoleum landform. The highest peak is Cuiyun Peak.
"It's raining and the road is slippery. Grandson, hold on to Xiaoxia. Don't slip. The next section of the road will be difficult to walk on."
"I know, Grandpa."
The old man turned back to remind me and Xiaoxuan: "Xiao Xiang, you also need to pay attention to your steps and look out for the burrowing holes that have not been filled in tightly. I am not exaggerating, but there are probably more than 20,000 robber holes here in the north of Guangming Mountain."
"So many..." Xiaoxuan couldn't help but exclaimed.
The old man held an umbrella and smiled and said: "You don't know something. There are more stolen holes in the south of Mang Mountain. There are at least more than 30,000 stolen holes in the past and present. The Forestry Bureau conducted a survey more than ten years ago. The mountains, there’s a lot of backfilling.”
I secretly smacked my tongue.
