The golden cicada's escape from its shell is a stupid idea.
But if a stupid idea is used well, it will turn into a good idea.
I want to be free and I don’t want to be restricted by adding any puppets.
It is impossible to work part-time. Now that I leave it here, it is impossible for me, Xiang Yunfeng, to work part-time in this 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 leader said: "Wen is the person who stabilizes Zhao Qingwan. Yunfeng, I asked you to be a kuding for more than a month to help them get 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 messy.”
"Go, just 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 you ask for proof, a large number of people will have to be sent to find you. You will 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 for a while and said: "Don't set a location, don't call me, go to a place you don't even know, and keep in touch after you stabilize."
.....
I will never forget that summer.
The walk from Nancuo Lin 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 saw the figure.
"Hello!"
"Hello!"
I waved my bamboo pole and ran over to shout.
There were fishing rods supported by bricks on the shore. 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 wore 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. Go 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 splash, 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 Er Pengju. 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 loser 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 dollars 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.
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 to look 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 just passed by a place where a lump of earth bulged out from the flat ground. The lump was covered with weeds and saplings, and it looked like a mound of earth.
I thought to myself, "I really have a connection with the tomb. How come I can meet him in such a remote place?"
When I think of it, I think of the name of the village in the ravine, "Tianjing Village".
The patio is a structure in a tomb. When searching 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 names.
Look for mountain ranges in place names with the word tomb, such as Laofengshan, Huafengshan, Xiaofenshan, and place names with tombs, such as Jiangling, Lanling, Guangling, Tongling, Fuling, etc., as well as stone figurine villages, Longyao villages, 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, then lowered my head and looked 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 tombs 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 in our village soon."
"Oh, I didn't see anything," I quickly followed.
In the past, the villagers were very simple. If you could chat, it was easy to go home for a meal. The world is constantly changing. Nowadays, if a stranger wants to come to your house 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 uses rabbit skins to make tiger head hats at home every day. When she is finished, others will buy them.
I asked, the tiger head hats made by his mother sell for 95 yuan each, and it takes about five days to make one, excluding the cost of rabbit skin and cotton fabric, and he earns 60 yuan in five days.
After eating potatoes and rice, I stayed at his house for two days and gradually became familiar with Wang Zhiqiang and Er Pengju.
It was calm for a few days, and that afternoon I quietly asked: "Hey, prodigal son, 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, but 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 local area network.
I saw this brother who plays CS. He couldn't sit up straight. He would shake his head violently when he fired a shot, and he would make a lot of noise when clicking the mouse.
After waiting for a while, they left, and the prodigal son Er Pengju 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.
"Ahem".
The qq prompt sounded and I coughed.
