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Chapter 431
Although Meng Zhe had a smile on his face when he said this, Song Jiang and Lao Deng both felt a little shudder. The former naturally knew that Meng Zhe was definitely the kind of person who would do what he said, while the latter just had an instinctive feeling To an inexplicable fear...

When it was almost noon, Lao Deng pointed to a big rock facing the sun and said, "Let's go over there and rest for a while. I usually rest there when I go up the mountain."

Song Jiang was already exhausted, but he saw that Meng Zhe was not blushing along the way, so he couldn't open his mouth to say that he was tired. After all, he insisted on taking care of this matter to the end, so he couldn't go away. You can't stand being tired on the mountain road, can you? !
After the three of them went to the big rock and sat down, they each took out the food on their bodies to satisfy their hunger, while Lao Deng was still talking about some legends in Cangduo Mountain, but in Song Jiang's view, all of them had been beautified yes, nothing new...

"Uncle Deng, how did you become obsessed with collecting this thing?" Song Jiang asked casually, taking a bite of the bread in his hand.

After hearing this, Lao Deng laughed and said, "Actually, I was curious at the beginning, thinking that the things left by the older generation are very interesting... I remember seeing a wind lantern from the Republic of China on a street stall, and it looked like it at first glance. The size of a copper cigarette case turned out to be a hand-held small wind lamp in the hands of the stall owner. It is very portable. I thought at the time that the wisdom of the ancients should not be underestimated. Some ideas and designs It is beyond the imagination of modern people. That is, from then on, I became obsessed with collecting old objects, not because I could make a fortune, but because I didn’t want the wisdom of the older generation to disappear in this world. "

Song Jiang didn't expect that Lao Deng, a middle-aged greasy uncle, still had a lot of ideas, and instantly put his previous wretched image behind him, so he said with a smile, "Then do your family members support you in collecting these old objects? "

Unexpectedly, as soon as Song Jiang said this, Lao Deng's face changed slightly, and then he said with some embarrassment, "To be honest...not very supportive, my wife divorced me because of this matter a few years ago."

When Song Jiang heard that he was just poking at other people's scars, didn't he?So he said hastily, "I'm sorry, Uncle Deng, look at my mouth, which pot is not open and which pot is lifted..."

After hearing this, Lao Deng waved his hand and said, "It's okay. I've gotten used to it by myself after so many years. There is no pressure. I earn money and spend it myself. I don't have to be responsible to anyone or drag anyone down. I just need to be responsible for those old things I collected. As long as the object is responsible, in fact, such a day is quite happy.”

What Lao Deng said made Song Jiang not know how to answer it. He had always envied those who had family members, but he never thought that there were people like Lao Deng who didn’t need family members in this world...

Meng Zhe, who hadn't said much all the time, said at this moment, "Whether you have family members depends on fate. You can't force anything. If you have one, cherish it. If you don't have one, don't underestimate yourself."

Song Jiang smiled wryly after hearing this, "Well, as Uncle Deng said, if you don't have family, you have no responsibility... That's pretty good."

Just when the three of them rested and were about to leave, Meng Zhe accidentally glanced at the big rock where the three of them were sitting, and found that the green moss on it seemed to be regular, so he quickly picked up a piece from the side The branch scratched vigorously, and found that there were some strange patterns underneath, which seemed to be very similar to the totem image...

Seeing this, Song Jiang leaned down and observed carefully. They quickly came to a conclusion. It seemed that this area should have been the territory of the tribe where the mute ghost belonged to. They must have found the right place this time.

"I have sat on this stone several times, but I have never noticed that there are carved patterns on it?! It's a pity that it is too big, otherwise I will definitely not be able to move it home!" Lao Deng looked surprised Said.

Hearing what Lao Deng said, Song Jiang smiled and said, "It doesn't matter... When you come next time, you can rub the pattern on it!"

Old Deng immediately said happily when he heard this, "That's right! You young people are still smart!"

On the subsequent road, Song Jiang and Meng Zhe found many huge stones engraved with totem images one after another, but most of them were covered with thick moss. If you didn't look deliberately, it would be difficult to be spotted at a glance...

It got dark very early in the mountains, and it was completely dark before five o'clock. Song Jiang and the others could already see the smoke from the chimney of the Laojiao's house from a distance. It seems that they will come just in time for their dinner .

When approaching the door of Lao Zhuo's house, Lao Deng specially told Song Jiang and the others to say, "Lao Zhuo has a bit of a stubborn temper, so don't mind if you say something nasty!"

Song Jiang waved his hands as soon as he heard it and said, "Don't worry, we know it well..."

As soon as they walked to the door of Lao Jiao's house, they saw a woman wearing a flowered cloth turban coming out to feed the chickens with a wooden basin. When she saw someone coming, her expression was a little flustered, but when she saw the person walking in front clearly When it was Old Deng, he hurriedly turned his head and shouted into the room, "His father...Brother Deng is here!"

As the woman's voice fell, a middle-aged man with a dark complexion came out of the house. Song Jiang knew at a glance that the other party was the kind of expert who walked in the mountains all the year round... When Lao Zhuo saw Lao Deng, his face turned pale. There was a hint of a smile, but when he saw Song Jiang and the two behind him, the smile disappeared quickly.

Old Deng was well aware of his old friend's temper, so he quickly explained, "These two are friends I just made, and I want to ask you something about Sister Drum."

Lao Bao's face changed slightly when he heard this, but for Lao Deng's sake, he still said in a deep voice, "Let's go into the room and chat!"

After Song Jiang and the three followed Lao Zhuo into the house, they found that the other party's house was really shabby. Once inside, there was a kitchen. In addition to the stove for cooking, there was only a wooden table, one on the left and one on the left. There are two bedrooms on the right, one of which smells like herbs...

Lao Zhuo saw that he was the kind of unsmiling person. After letting Song Jiang and the others into the house, he asked his daughter-in-law to serve dinner on the stove, and then greeted the three of them, "Let's eat first. I'm tired after walking for a day on the mountain. Let’s talk about something when we’re full.”

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