20 years of restarting life

Chapter 1503 Tianmu Village

Because there are many fork roads, and each fork road winds and stretches for more than ten miles to dozens of miles. The end point is a village in the mountains, or it is connected to other township roads, like a spider web in the mountains.

So Meng Xuedong gave Zhao Changan a very accurate hand-painted map of searching for secrets, so that he would not get lost.

On the map, that place is called Tianmu Village, which is located deep in Tianmu Mountain.

Zhao Changan motioned Xiao Lan to look at the small notebook paper he clipped on the edge of the car glass: "This is a map. According to the route, there is a big village a few miles ahead, and the expert we are looking for on this trip lives in it." , to collect herbs for a living. If the Taoist masters are indifferent to fame and wealth, and live in peace and happiness, they all like to live in seclusion in the barren mountains and mountains, looking at the mountains and rivers and looking at their hearts, so the reputation is not obvious and it is not easy to find. Of course, more It’s because life forces me to go out without any survival skills, so I’m just begging for food in a corner in the countryside.”

"Then what do you mean by that? You mean he is a master of Taoism, or he has a plan to get stuttered." Xiao Lan asked suspiciously, "Where did you get the news, and you are a businessman looking for him?" What is he doing, asking him to tell your fortune? Hehe, change your fate against the sky!"

As he said that, Xiao Lan himself felt ridiculous and laughed.

"Your state of mind is clichéd. Do you have to go with a worldly purpose when you see an expert? It can't be to see an expert's lifestyle and get insights and inspiration from it."

"You are really free! And you are only this year, if you talk 30 years later, it will be like that. Now it is like trying to write new words."

Xiao Lan sighed, but after talking with Zhao Chang'an for a while, she felt that the chills on her back were not so creepy.

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The car drove another seven or eight miles on the winding mountain road, and when it drove out of a mountain pass, it suddenly became clear that it was a valley basin surrounded by mountains. There is a low stone slab bridge with a length of [-] meters, and the piers are all logs to support the bridge deck.

On the opposite side of the bridge is a large group of villages in northern Zhejiang that live along the river, with blue bricks, black tiles and white walls.

It was evening at this time, and the roof tiles of the whole village were covered with a layer of faint green smoke. The farmers went home to plow their cattle into the pen. Towering mountains shade the sun.

Looking at this very primitive ancient village, Zhao Chang'an understood why the road was deserted.

Because in such a village, basically no one will enter the mountain until four or five o'clock in the afternoon. After all, in this era, in such a mountainous village, the tools for people to go out of the mountain except for bicycles, rack cars, and tractors are basically Rely on the legs.

The car drove across the stone bridge while the bridge deck was slightly swaying, the lines of the map drawn by Meng Xuedong stopped abruptly here, and Zhao Changan had to ask for the location below.

'Old Li Tou Picking Herbs', this is the name of Master Meng Xuedong, or more accurately, it should be a nickname that is not very respectful.

Because there are many herbal pickers in this large village of more than 2000 people, in order to avoid ambiguity, Meng Xuedong asked Zhao Changan to add, "It's the old Li who has a bad temper and a bad temper, he There is also a girl who has a bad temper. '

Although Meng Xuedong's words sounded like he was accurately anchoring Zhao Changan's character, he always felt that he was euphemistically telling him about his master's family situation.

That is, there are two stubborn donkeys in the house!
The local dialect is very heavy, Zhao Changan asked several young people and children along the way, and finally came to the edge of the westernmost village, a thatched hut under a cliff.

There are several thatched huts, and a somewhat large yard paved with blue bricks. Not far behind the thatched huts is a 400-meter-high cliff. In the reflection of the sunset light that can still shine on the mountains to the east of the river, Zhao Changan You can see that on the cliff, there are large expanses of smooth boulders.

This place seems a bit lonely, and it is more than 100 meters away from the nearest villager's house, although it is only spring, and the wildly growing weeds and trees around it almost surround this place into a separate desert island.

Zhao Chang'an noticed that 200 meters to the east of the thatched cottage, that is, in the residential village, there was a tall signal tower. He took a look at his mobile phone and saw that the signal was full.

This is a bit interesting.

In this day and age, mobile phones are still a luxury, and the cost of calls is ridiculously high. You need to pay for both calling and receiving calls. There are two-way charges, and it costs 1 to [-] cents for less than [-] minute. If you roam, it will be even more expensive. , all start with one dollar.

There is no signal coverage in many plain areas in southern Jiangsu and northern Zhejiang, but there is actually a signal tower here?

This is too advanced!
Zhao Changan withdrew his gaze, and stood with Xiao Lan outside the fence made of all kinds of wood. He could smell the tangy aroma, which was the very intoxicating aroma of stewed chicken with mushrooms.

One of the thatched huts looks like a kitchen, with electric lights on, and a chimney on the wall, emitting smoke.

"Hehe, it's better to come early than to come by coincidence. Today we two have a good fortune."

Zhao Changan smiled at Xiao Lan, and took out a box of Moutai from the trunk of the jeep. According to Meng Xuedong, his master is good at wine, and he likes Moutai the most.

As for the tobacco, don't take it. His master only smokes the roasted tobacco leaves he grows himself.

In fact, there are so many fake wines on the market now, the wines that Zhao Changan bought were bought through a person from the City Supply and Marketing Headquarters that Xu Xiaoman knew, not to mention whether the prices were cheap or not, but it was guaranteed that all the wines he bought were genuine wines .

He and Xiao Lan walked to the leaky and airtight gate of the courtyard made of broken wooden planks, and were just about to make a sound.

"I was woken up by the magpie on the tree this morning. I was thinking about something happy. I should be here, and I have a distinguished guest at home."

At this time, a thin monkey-like old man came out from the thatched hut of the main house, with a hunchbacked body, his body was almost at a right angle forward, and his palm-sized face was covered with old trees. Same wrinkles.

Looking at the wine that Zhao Changan was holding, his face was full of joyful smiles: "I was worried that there was only medicinal wine in the house, which took away the taste of stewed mushrooms from the old hen, and asked Juan'er to go to the village to fetch a catty of wine, but she just didn't want to drink it." Go. I really fell asleep and the wind brought the pillows. Juaner, hurry up and open the door to welcome the distinguished guests."

"What kind of guest, just one bowl of chicken soup is enough for two people to eat, here are two more, the skinny one is okay, can't eat two pieces of chicken, but this strong one's bowl is not enough for him."

A well-proportioned, medium-sized village girl with big thick braids came out of the kitchen, holding a spoon still dripping with chicken soup, and looked at Zhao Changan and Xiao Lan with a frown: "You don't want to come over at meal time?" Do you know how many cold dishes to bring?"

(End of this chapter)