Film and Television: Starting from the Journey to Guandong

Chapter 61 Let’s start with Mu Bang (two in one, please read it!)
According to Zhu Kaishan's description, that route is very dangerous. If you are not careful, you will be blinded by the miasma, and then your whole body will rot and die.

Thinking of this, Zhu Chuanren's face became solemn. According to later generations, miasma seems to be unique to tropical areas such as Lingnan. I have never heard of miasma in the north.

And according to later research, the miasma is visible to the naked eye.

In spring and summer, mosquitoes fly in swarms in the fields above the pond, chasing people and livestock like exuding evil gas. Many of these mosquitoes carry malaria parasites. Once bitten and infected with the disease, "[-] to [-] will die" ".

Of course, the ancients did not know that the culprit of malaria was mosquitoes. They blamed miasma, saying that it was caused by "miasma suffocating the body during the day" and the disease-causing air evaporating from the humidity and heat in the mountains and forests.

So, what kind of gases are there in the dense mist in the forest? Are these gases harmful to the human body, or even fatal?

If you have read the popular science articles or videos of later generations, it seems not difficult to understand.

The virgin forest is a huge ecosystem containing various plants, animals, bacteria, and the remains left after the death and decay of animals and plants.

Trees, various grasses and mosses carry out photosynthesis under sunlight, absorb carbon dioxide in the air, fix the carbon, and then release oxygen.

The vegetation grows taller and taller little by little, which is the result of their absorption of carbon dioxide.

But at night, plants will inhale oxygen and "exhale" part of the carbon dioxide. Generally speaking, plants inhale more carbon dioxide during the day.

Animals in the forest are all consumers of oxygen. They inhale oxygen and exhale carbon dioxide just like humans.

When the lives of animals and plants come to an end, they will become food for bacteria and fungi in the process of decay, and the remaining parts will be converted into carbon-containing organic matter and become the new soil of the forest.

As the bacteria decompose the debris, they release carbon dioxide, nitrous oxide and methane, which is quickly absorbed by the plants.

The concentration of carbon dioxide in the dense forest in the early morning is slightly higher than during the day. This is the result of the trees' nighttime respiration. However, no one will collapse due to inhaling too much carbon dioxide, and the small animals in the forest are also living well.

Nitrous oxide, commonly known as "laughing gas", is non-toxic and will produce a pleasant feeling after inhaling it. Unfortunately, the content of this gas in the forest is very small.

Methane is not toxic either. Only when the methane concentration in the air exceeds 15% will people feel uncomfortable breathing. This is not because there is too much methane, but because the proportion of oxygen is reduced. However, there is only one more methane than nitrous oxide in the forest. Click.

In addition to these gases, there are various other gases in the forest, because leaves, flowers, insects and the excrement of various animals will release large and small molecules into the air, and we can smell their scent, either fragrance or Smells, but certainly not poisonous.

Some people mistakenly call fog in the forest miasma, but it is actually mist droplets formed by condensation of evaporated water vapor on the leaves of vegetation. This water vapor is not poisonous.

Zhu Chuanren also felt that he should believe in science before, but as he traveled to this world, he felt that science was just that.

Take this miasma as an example, it can really kill people. Zhu Kaishan would never lie to Zhu Chuanren, it must be the truth.

Since it can kill quickly, it means that miasma is not just a matter of oxygen ratio, which must be paid attention to.

Thinking of this, he couldn't help but said:

"Let someone burn some charcoal and prepare some rags."

Zhu Chuanwu was puzzled:
"What are you going to do?"

"Let's get ready first."

What is he going to do?
Of course, making a gas mask was not difficult. He was familiar with the history of ordnance and knew the principles of this thing.

Anyway, the simplest is the filter type, which uses activated carbon and filters to create multi-layer filtration to isolate the entrance of toxic substances.

Of course, after wearing this thing, breathing will definitely be difficult, but that is not a problem. If it is not smooth, it is better than losing your life.

In the next two days, he and Lao Guozi studied making gas masks in the tavern, while the gold husbands panned for gold step by step under Zhu Chuanwu's supervision.

No matter how small the mosquito legs are, they are still meat, and Zhu Chuanren will definitely not let them go.

Besides, so many people can't be idle. Problems easily arise when people are idle.

In order to prevent them from having too many distracting thoughts, it is better to just dig for gold honestly.

At the same time, Zhu Chuanren did not give up monitoring the bandits. He sent two groups of brothers to lurk in the Paoma Gang and the Linchang Mu Gang to keep a close eye on the movements of these two groups of gangsters.

The gunshots made in the past two days did not seem to arouse the vigilance of the bearded people.

In addition to collecting gold in the gold market, the Horse Racing Gang also often robbed passing caravans and made a lot of money.

The gangsters from the Wood Gang occupy forestry resources. They usually rely on logging for health care, and do some work of robbing houses. Of course, they also have a piece of cake in the gold farm.

In short, they are not good birds.

However, compared to the Horse Racing Gang, the Wood Gang is easier to deal with.

You have to pick out the soft persimmons, so go to the forest farm first.

...

In the forest area of ​​Shanchangzi, a temporary mountain temple was built.

The wooden gang was about to hold a grand ceremony to worship the mountain god. A one-armed old man personally laid out the fruits and incense.

The sound of firecrackers sounded, and Lao Yizu knelt in front of the gang's queue, roaring at the top of his voice like a wolf:
Grandpa Mountain God is the boss,
Don't worry, don't worry.

We come to pay homage to you today,
The incense is ready for you to enjoy.

May the Mu Gang go smoothly,
The wood flows along the river.

risking one's life to make wood,
When you make money, buy a cow.

My wife and children have someone to rely on.
Come and support the old boss again...

A group of people knelt on the ground and looked at the Mountain God with serious expressions on their faces.

Everyone in the Wood Gang kowtowed to Old One-Armed, and then heard Old One-Armed Chief roar:

"The Mountain God has spoken! The trap has been opened! The saw has started!"

The empty mountain forest echoed with the shouts of the tree gang:

"The set is open! The saw is started!"

Spring is coming, flowers are blooming, and rivers are thawing. Not only is it time for gold fields to start drying, but wood gangs also have to roll up their sleeves and get to work.

Under a towering tree in the distance, two carpenters got the order, picked up a big saw and sawed the bottom of the big tree quickly.

The old one-armed man led the gang to watch solemnly as the tree was about to fall. The two men picked up their mountain axes and chopped hard at the base of the tree, one on the left and the other on the right.

The sour "clicking" sound of the tree trunks makes people's ears itchy.

The old one-armed man and the other members of the tree gang shouted together:

"Down the mountain!"

The towering trees fell down the hillside as if they could understand human speech, and everyone in the wooden gang cheered and hugged each other.

The old one-armed man shouted with a smile:

"Okay, this is a good sign. It's a good year. Let's do a good job!"

In fact, they are just auspicious words. Even if he has to carry a mountain to his back, he still has something to say.

The guys jumped in the snow and ran to the forest separately to start a year of logging work.

It's cold in the mountains, with snow and frozen soil, and the chill is overwhelming. Even though it's spring now, the cold winter has just passed, and the cold air hidden in the land has emerged. Coupled with the altitude on the mountain, it feels warmer than the temperature in the valley. Much lower than higher.

But even at this temperature, everyone in the Mu Gang was still shirtless, sweat dripping from their necks, and everyone was having sex in full swing.

A woman wearing a large red fur coat walked slowly through the snow in the forest. Looking around the forest and snowy fields, she couldn't help but sing:

Hey, hey, hey, hey, hey...

Walking one mountain after another,
Mountains and mountains keep rising,

Crossing ridge after ridge,
Ridges and ridges connected...

This loud voice passed through the forest sea and stopped the moving clouds.

The gang members who were logging stopped their work one after another and listened to the singing with varying expressions, the lingering lingering sound lingering on their faces.Her name is Hongturban. She is an old member of the Wood Gang and the owner of a big kang seller.

An old wood gangster laughed and said:

"Red turban, why are you making a fuss here so early in the morning? How about brother accompany you?"

"You? Are you rich? Are you the one who likes me so much?"

The red turban put his hands on his hips and shouted:
"Listen to me. The rules are still the same as before. If you want to go to the kang, pay first. If you have silver dollars or gold coins, I will make you feel the dignity of a man.

But if you can't pay, don't blame me for being unkind. I'll go where I came from. We'll still be friends when we meet again! "

The gang members laughed loudly, obviously not paying attention to the red turban's declaration of openness.

They don't have much money, but as long as they have it, they must leave half of it for the red turbans.

This mountain is so lonely. There is no woman at all except Jin Fu at the foot of the mountain. The red scarf on the mountain is like a flower. What kind of wolf should not bow twice when it comes?You can't just suffocate yourself to death, right?

...

Not to mention the interesting things that happened in the forest farm, Zhu Chuanren led people to the foot of the mountain where the wooden gang was located. The brothers marched hard in the snow nest with one foot deep and one foot shallow.

The snow at the bottom of the mountain has melted, but there is still a lot of it on the mountain. It has melted in some places and is still there in some places. The road is really difficult to walk.

After walking for who knows how long, I heard the sound of the wooden gang shouting from the distance:
"It will fall along the mountain, it will fall against the mountain, it will fall across the mountain!"

Everyone stopped and followed the shouts.

In the mountain forest thousands of meters away, I saw big trees falling down and clouds of snow and mist rising.

All the trees shouted: "The mountain is falling, the mountain is falling, the mountain is falling!"

Gou Sheng'er, who was walking at the front, listened for a while and then quickened his pace. However, he heard a "pop" sound and felt a sharp pain in his left foot. He was suddenly caught by a roe deer, and he did not dare to shout for fear of disturbing the wood. help.

He struggled desperately, but the noose became tighter and tighter.

In the room, the man with the red scarf was mending clothes for Mubang. His movements suddenly stopped and he muttered abruptly:
"But it's ruined. Don't be the one roping a roe deer. I have to go and have a look."

After a while, the red scarf ran over and looked at Gou Sheng with a smile, but did not relieve him.

Gou Sheng didn't expect there was a woman here, so he said in a high-handed tone:

"What are you laughing at? Didn't you see that I was trapped? Untie me!"

The red scarf covered his mouth and chuckled:
"What did I trick you into? It turns out he's just a kid. He's not at home sucking your mother's dick. Why are you here?"

Gou Sheng was worried that the large army behind him would be alerted by this woman, so he immediately stared and said:
"You guys are out to relax, can you take care of that?"

The red turban smiled even more happily, and the sharp laughter was very harsh:
"You're such a big man, why don't you wear crotchless pants? Let me see if your little brother is awake." He said as he unbuttoned the remaining belt of his pants.

Gou Sheng was ashamed and angry. He was indeed young and had never experienced women. He was often laughed at by his older brothers. Now he was teased by a woman. His face was hot and he felt uncomfortable all over.

I saw him covering his crotch with both hands and shouting:

"What are you doing!"

The red scarf gave a flirtatious look:

"Hey, you are still ashamed! Let my aunt see what's wrong? There are quite a few pieces of meat. If it's good, I can let you try it."

After saying that he was about to take action, Gou Sheng hurriedly used his other leg to sweep down the red scarf who was about to untie his waistband, and clamped her head firmly, and then combined his legs to prevent the red scarf from moving.

This is the locking technique taught by Zhu Chuanren.

Even though he has no professional training, he loves to watch UFC and is very knowledgeable in all kinds of skills.

The red turban struggled hard, but couldn't move at all, and the two were in a stalemate for a while.

"You brat, you're as strong as a mule. Let me go and I'll untie you."

After hearing what Red Turban said, Gou Sheng said uneasily:

"Seriously?"

The red turban rolled his eyes at him:
"My aunt said it exactly!"

Unleashing his legs, the red scarf climbed up and untied him.

Gou Sheng took a few breaths and asked casually:
"Is this a trap set by you?"

The red scarf raised his head and waved his hands as if to shoo away flies:
"It's my bad luck, you can go."

Gou Sheng rolled his eyes: "Is there a mountain farm ahead?"

"So what? What if you don't?"

"Hey? Why are you so long-winded?"

"Didn't your adults teach you manners? My aunt is older than you, what should you call her?"

Gou Sheng endured his displeasure:

"Sister, are you alright?"

"That's pretty much it. Don't worry, you won't suffer any loss if I call you Sister Sheng!"

"Okay, Sister Hong, is there a mountainous area ahead?"

The red scarf hugged his shoulders and narrowed his eyes:

"What are you asking about?"

Gou Sheng was smart and responded quickly: "I want to be a member of the Wood Gang."

The red turban laughed loudly and said: "You want to make a gangbang before your hair is dry? Go home."

"I just want to go to Mu Gang. You take me there and I'll give you money."

"You? Are you rich? You are so poor that you have become a carpenter. Do you still have money for me?"

"Why are you talking so much nonsense? Let's just say whether to take it or not?" Gou Sheng asked pretending to be impatient.

"Okay, haha, I want to show my kindness today. I want to see how much money you have. Come with me!"

The red scarf waved his hand and walked up the mountain swaying his butt.

There were two large Kangs in the room, and a large stove was burning in the middle. Plate was burning in the stove, and around the stove were roasting wooden buns, foot wraps, wet cotton trousers, etc., and the smoke was rising.

Dozens of wooden gangs were resting and having fun.

The old man was baking pancakes with one arm around the stove.

The red scarf led the dog in and said to the old one-armed man:

"Here comes another trespasser, I'll leave it to you."

The old one-armed man saw that he was just a raw melon and egg, his childish look was still on his face, and he suddenly said angrily:
"Who asked you to bring him here? Isn't this a child? Send him down the mountain, I won't accept him here."

The red scarf scratches the neck:

"Did I get him? I put a trap on him. He insisted on coming to our mountain farm. I couldn't get rid of him. He followed him on his own."

The old one-armed man nodded helplessly:
"You talk a lot, so you must be arrogant again, otherwise you can hook up with this little boy?"

The red turban was unhappy:
"Who's being arrogant? I think he's a gangster. Don't you think he's young? He's not as strong as a mule."

(End of this chapter)