Whether it is the surrounding villages or the men who travel north and south to hunt here, their livelihoods are inseparable from Nangong Mountain, which has stood here for a long time. This is because the mountains are densely forested with small animals and there are many wild vegetables, which is incompatible with the flat land at the foot of the mountain.
The poor and impoverished people don't care about what they collect from the mountains and return to the mountains. They just want to take more food from the mountains to make a living. They can use it to pay back the money or to satisfy their hunger. As for the elders' method of taking one tree and burying two seedlings, this has long been forgotten by poor people, and few people continue to act according to this old saying.
But Zhao Ziyang was the only one who still acted according to the rules.
As for the reason for this, it was probably because of the old hunter who taught him hunting skills.
This old hunter, who has never traveled far in his life, has lived in the village for almost half his life, guarding the rich Nangong Mountain and making a living.
Until the old Orion passed away, Zhao Ziyang still remembered that his master often dug out a few sweet potatoes from the nooks and crannies of the mountains when the autumn wind was bleak, and after boiling them in the fire, they were very sweet and refreshing.
After the two of them finished eating the sweet potatoes, the old hunter always sighed quietly, saying that people nowadays always just want to find things from the mountains for their own use, forgetting the teachings of their ancestors; There is something inexhaustible and inexhaustible. Whatever you take, you must return something. This allows those who came before you to plant trees and those who will come after you to enjoy the shade.
If the people in the past only knew how to cut down wooden houses, then future generations would not be able to complain. After saying that, the old hunter took the young Zhao Ziyang up the mountain again, picked a few sweet potato canes, and carefully buried them in the soil. This was considered the work was done.
Compared with other common people, hunters who make a living from mountains, rivers and abundant products all year round pay more attention to nature. Especially this old hunter, he has always believed that mountains, forests, vegetation and trees have spiritual powers.
He has been exposed to it since he was young, so although Zhao Ziyang acted unscrupulously, he always kept the rules spoken by the old Orion.
Not long after traveling with Li San, they arrived at the foot of Nangong Mountain. Zhao Ziyang found a lying cow stone everywhere for the package and put it down. He didn't worry about anyone stealing it, so he just carried an old book and headed up the mountain.
Nangong Mountain is dangerous, but only on the mountainside. The lower part of the mountain road is not steep. Even an old man can climb it without much effort and find herbs, wild vegetables, hares, grass chickens, etc. in the mountains to bring back. The family subsidizes the family income; but if you go up, you will reach a steep cliff with no way to go. Let alone the common people with average foot strength, even the hunters who are young and strong and have martial arts skills have never been willing to spend all their strength to go up the mountain. Set foot.
After all, there is a land rich in treasures below the mountainside. Who would go up the mountain without hesitation and risk falling off the cliff and losing his life? Therefore, no one has climbed to the top of the mountain for many years.
"Gang leader, why do we have to go to the trouble of climbing to the top? In this cold autumn season, not only are my clothes thin, but I also have to worry about my feet, lest I slip and fall off the cliff. Why bother?" Seeing that Zhao Ziyang was too lazy to talk, Li San had no choice but to follow. When you go up the mountain, you don't have a moment's leisure to talk.
"The wind is strong in the mountains. If you don't want the cold wind to pour into your stomach, I advise you not to say anything. As for why you went up the mountain, I have my own plan. If you don't want to contribute, you might as well go back to the village to rest first. Why suffer here?" Zhao Ziyang wrapped himself in a tight shirt and said without looking back, but his steps never stopped, stepping on the bleak fallen leaves, as if he was about to fall into it.
Li San screamed at the mountain wind that made his whole body feel cold and stiff, but he really couldn't control Zhao Ziyang, so he had no choice but to close his mouth tightly, swallow his doubts, and follow Zhao Ziyang through the long mountain road lined with red leaves.
He has been in the White Tiger Gang for a long time, not to mention that Li Sanben is an extremely shrewd person. Over the past few years, the White Tiger Gang, which was originally weak and inferior, has been able to manage it in an orderly manner, drive out enemies from outside and eliminate cunning gangsters from within, and manage the gang that originally had a bad reputation among the neighbors like a small government official.
Although the sparrow is small and well-organized, although the village is not a place of big gangs, the people in the White Tiger Gang come from a variety of people and have different ideas. If they want to control the situation and earn unparalleled prestige, they have the necessary character. The skills, and even the courage of the city, are probably not as easy as managing small gangs and sects.
Zhao Ziyang's character and skills are truly extraordinary.
When Li San first joined the gang, he noticed that Zhao Ziyang had great talents. He thought that no one could see his little thoughts. After Zhao Ziyang came to the door and exchanged some casual greetings, he unknowingly blurted out everything, and he saw everything until Zhao Ziyang. After saying goodbye, Li San realized that he had made a mistake.
The knowledge contained in words cannot be learned in private schools. Some people with weak qualifications cannot learn the ability to use words as bait even if they have been wandering in the world for a long time. Li San was originally a refugee. His elders in the family were all Confucian scholars, and his ancestors had been high officials in the court. He claimed to be very capable in his methods and thoughts, but Zhao Ziyang also exposed his fault in a few words.
So in his opinion, a mere White Tiger Gang or an unknown dilapidated village at the foot of Nangong Mountain could not compare to the value of climbing Zhao Ziyang's thick thighs. Therefore, he bid farewell to Gang Leader Lin and followed Zhao Ziyang on his own. travel.
Only he knows the meaning behind it.
Zhao Ziyang had roughly estimated what Li San was thinking, but for him, this thought was nothing to worry about. What really concerned Zhao Ziyang more was the top of Nangong Mountain.
To this day, he can still remember the man who was so skinny that he shamelessly traded a few tattered books for a few fat rabbits.
Even the woman didn't pay attention to it. On the last page of the old book about qi, there were a few words written down. It said that when the reader can understand the method of qi, he can go to the top of Nangong Mountain to find it. Chance, if the blessing is deep, maybe the realm can soar to the sky, no longer bound.
Zhao Ziyang went up the mountain today because of the four-character soaring into the sky.
Be it the White Tiger Gang or the nameless village at the foot of Nangong Mountain, if he, Zhao Ziyang, had no ability, how could he make the families of his neighbors prosperous?
When a person attains the Dao, chickens and dogs can ascend to heaven, but the person who attains the Dao must first attain the Dao.
Autumn landscapes have always been praised by literati. Although Nangong Mountain has always been inaccessible and few outsiders have passed by, this does not mean that the scenery here is bad. On the contrary, the red leaves in the mountains and forests are spread out, and the red and yellow fallen leaves are always in the air. The body is constantly flowing side by side, like a jade belt lingering between the mountain roads.
The strong wind was biting, and countless snow-like beards rose up from the unknown ancient trees in the mountains and fell in front of me. It was not winter, but it was like being covered in heavy snow.
Thousands of people were playing the harp and the sheng in the wind, but only two people in the mountain moved silently. Broken leaves and frost wafts blow against your face, just like stepping into a beautiful river.
