Mrs. Tan was lying in the room.
Sifang hid in Liujiacun and never came back.
The lunch was handled by Jin alone, and Yang Yongjin helped Jin.
When Yang Huazhong returned to his house to eat, he smelled the aroma wafting from the kitchen.
The man's face was full of emotion.
Entering the door, my wife and daughter were busy preparing the food, one on top of the other.
The man felt that this was like home.
Yang Huazhong sighed while placing the chopsticks and bowls.
"Mom can't cook, so my sister-in-law and Yongjin were tossing over lunch that night. I'm afraid the meal will be half-cooked," he said.
Yang Ruoqing was silent and said nothing.
Mrs. Sun said: "My mother is sick in bed, and my fifth brother is also recovering from his injuries. It is not good for the health of the two of them to eat raw food."
The woman's eyes immediately fell on Yang Ruoqing.
"Qing'er, how about we send some food to your milk and your fifth uncle?" she asked.
Yang Ruoqing knew that she could no longer pretend to be silent.
She turned her head and glanced at Yang Huazhong and Sun.
"It's not that I'm stingy about the food, it's just that I don't like having a hot face and a butt."
she said.
"I gave you dumplings and steamed buns the first two times. Didn't you learn enough lessons?" she asked.
Neither of them said a word.
After a moment of silence, Mrs. Sun continued, "How about I send some to your fifth uncle?"
Yang Ruoqing frowned.
Don't hide it from Mr. Sun.
In fact, this is called pork liver in town.
She just planned to give Uncle Wu a bowl to nourish his body.
Pork liver replenishes blood. He lost a lot of blood in the past two days.
But who knew that so many things would happen later, and Mrs. Tan also fell ill.
In this way, just sending pork liver soup to Yang Huazhou is a bit unreasonable.
She shook her head and said, "There are two sick and injured patients. It's not appropriate to only send Uncle Wu but not my milk!"
Sun was also in trouble and looked at Yang Huazhong.
Yang Huazhong said: "Either give it to them all, or don't give it to them at all! Then don't give it away!"
Yang Huazhou is destined not to be so lucky today.
The family has a meal.
Pork ribs, stewed radish, pork liver soup, stir-fried cabbage.
A hearty meal.
The next day, the sun shines brightly.
Early in the morning, Luo Fengtang came to pick up Yang Ruoqing.
We made an appointment to go cut down trees in the mountains behind today.
Make roof beams and build furniture.
"Eat more and be full before you have the strength to cut down trees."
Mrs. Sun piled the hot green onion and egg pancakes into Luo Fengtang's bowl.
Luo Fengtang smiled and said: "Third Aunt, my stomach is about to burst. I really can't eat!"
Sun said: "Why can't you eat such a big thing? Eat two more!"
Luo Fengtang couldn't laugh or cry.
Yang Ruoqing laughed at the side: "Mom, just let him go, this is not stuffing ducks!"
Sun gave Yang Ruoqing an angry look.
After eating and drinking, the two of them took their hatchets, saws, axes, and ropes and went out under the watch of Sun.
Behind Changping Village are mountains.
At a glance, there seems to be no end to the peaks, big and small.
"Where to cut?" Yang Ruoqing asked.
Luo Fengtang thought for a moment: "The trees in the grove behind the village are relatively thin and not old enough."
"It's better to go to Shanchongli on the right side. There are many old cedar trees there."
Yang Ruoqing nodded: "Let's go!"
The so-called Shanchong is actually an open valley.
The valley is deeper, deep in the mountains among the peaks.
And this mountain rush is usually not too far away.
The two men walked upstream along the river at the foot of the mountain for two or three miles.
A stone arch bridge appeared in front.
The stone arch bridge looks old, and some places on the sides are damaged.
Lying on the river, connecting the two ends.
The two of them crossed the bridge, walked to the foot of the mountain, and then walked to the right.
At the foot of the mountain in the middle of winter, most of the vegetation is withered, and the ground is covered with tiny pebbles.
It is very quiet at the foot of the mountain, with almost no passersby.
The two of them walked another three miles and reached a downhill slope.
Going downhill, there is still a mountain on the front. Turn left and you will enter the mountain.
This mountain rush is like a pocket.
Once inside, there are mountains on all sides and a large open space in the middle.
The vacant land was opened up by villagers from nearby villages and used to grow sweet potatoes, mung beans and the like.
This season is naturally desolate.
Occasionally, in some reclaimed land, some mung bean poles have not yet been pulled out.
A few scattered ones poked into the ground, with one or two birds perched on them.
"Tangyaozi, look over there. Why is there a small house?"
This is Yang Ruoqing's first time back here in Shan Chong.
Very new to everything.
At a glance, I saw a lonely thatched house standing at the foot of the mountain opposite.
Rather than the house, it collapsed on all sides.
The thatch roof fell to the ground.
Luo Fengtang glanced at the thatched house opposite.
"That house is quite old. I heard that there used to be a lazy man in Zhengjia Village next door who did all kinds of evil."
"Kicking down the widow's door, digging the grave of the poor family, and even peeping at the old lady taking a bath."
"I was kicked out by the villagers later, so I hid in this mountain and built this thatched house."
"What happened next?" Yang Ruoqing asked.
"Later he died in this house. When he was found, one of his ears had been bitten off by a mouse," he said.
"Eh, that's disgusting." Yang Ruoqing said.
Luo Fengtang nodded.
"Let's not talk about this anymore. Let's go to the fir forest over there." He said.
Yang Ruoqing nodded.
Walk forward behind him.
She was surprised when she saw the direction he was leading.
"Tangyazi, the cedar forest is over there. Wouldn't it be closer if we go this way?"
She pointed to the road ahead and said.
If you go here and go around behind the thatched house, you can save a long way!
Luo Fengtang hesitated.
"What's wrong?" Yang Ruoqing asked.
Luo Fengtang said: "It's better to take a detour. I don't want to go to that thatched house."
"Why?" she asked again.
Luo Fengtang showed a trace of embarrassment on his face.
Seeing the way he hesitated to speak, her curiosity was completely aroused.
"What's going on? You should tell me!"
she urged.
The one who can't tolerate the most hesitation is grinding and chirping.
Luo Fengtang said: "I told you, don't be afraid!"
Yang Ruoqing twitched her lips: "What a joke, the thing that can scare my sister hasn't even been born yet!"
Luo Fengtang nodded and glanced at the collapsed thatched house over there.
"Ever since that slut died, the house has been rumored to be haunted."
"Haunted?"
Yang Ruoqing was surprised, her eyes widened.
Seeing her like this, Luo Fengtang thought she was scared and was about to shut up.
Her eyes brightened again.
Grabbing his arm: "This is interesting, why are you making a fuss? Say it, say it!"
Luo Fengtang is ashamed!
After organizing his words, he continued to talk about the rumors he had heard.
"I also listened to what my uncle said."
"It was said that it was a rainy day in the past, and there was a cowherd boy in a nearby village hiding from the rain behind the house."
"Far and near, I always hear the sound of muttering."
"It's like someone talking, in your ear."
"But when you prick up your ears and listen carefully, there is nothing!"
These words caused goosebumps to appear on Yang Ruoqing's arms.
Look up at the sky.
It's a sunny day today, not a rainy day.
She pricked up her ears and listened.
"Then one winter night, two villagers came back from a banquet in a village on the other side of the mountain."
"When I was rushing through the mountain, I saw the lights on in the thatched house."
"Drunk and cowardly, both of them are strong men, so they sneaked behind the house."
"Put your eyes against the broken window and look in..."
