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Donkey Xiemo, the name is so strange that the oriole couldn't help but sigh with emotion. www ( )

Sitting on the mountain road, eating some compressed biscuits, eating an apple, and drinking a large bottle of water, the oriole finally regained some strength, and the lame old seven asked Dong Kuiwu to push the motorcycle into the nearby woods. Then be ready to hit the road.

"Uncle Qi, just leave this car here? Aren't you afraid that someone else will take it away?"

The lame old seven waved his hand, "Don't worry, no one comes to this place!"

Huang Hailin didn't care about the two motorcycles at all. At this moment, all his thoughts had already flown to the place mentioned by lame old seven just now. Can the donkey unload the mill, can he find the answer in his heart in this place?

"Kuiwu, you lead the way ahead and help me with the old seven. I'm fine!" The lame old seven has trouble with his legs and feet, so Huang Hailin naturally wants to take care of him. To be honest, in this kind of ghost place, there is no lame old seven. The oriole took out her mobile phone, it was already nine o'clock in the morning, but the signal of the mobile phone had already disappeared. The virgin forest of this distance must not be called, but it must be inaccessible.

"Understood, Second Lord!" Dong Kuiwu strode forward according to the route designated by Lame Seventh, and Lame Seventh followed behind. Huang Hailin's body can be regarded as pampered, and he was out of breath after a while. When they went there, they still gritted their teeth desperately, occasionally helped Huang Hailin, and the four of them walked slowly in the boundless belly of Nushan Mountain.

After more than four hours, at one o'clock in the afternoon, the four of them finally climbed to the so-called high point of Lame Seventh, and then there was a series of downhill roads. At first, the oriole thought that going down the mountain must be easier than going up the mountain, but it was later. I know, it's not the same thing at all, the four people are walking on some small paths trampled by others, and they can only see clearly under the instructions of the lame old seven, and it is more comfortable to walk along this kind of path. The sparrows are tightly clutching the branches on both sides. Of course, the orioles are willing to roll down and smash their heads, but this time, if there is no one left, the orioles will really scream every day. Spirited.

The feet were already blistered, and I didn't know how much sweat shed, and the squirrel was numb.Looking at the three people in front, Lame Seventh and Huang Hailin were obviously staggering, only Dong Kuiwu seemed to be in good spirits. At this time, except for a small bag on Huang Que's body, all the luggage of the three people had been placed on Dong Kuiwu shoulders.

"Persevere, don't stop. Once you stop, you may lose the will to stand up!" The lame old seven was sweating, cheering everyone up, and he limped down slowly. He slipped and yelled, Dong Kuiwu in front quickly turned around, and then pulled him back. The lame old seven broke out in a cold sweat. He remembered that there was a stinky boy named Xiaodiu in the village last time. Going down the mountain is as fast. Although he is not as tall as Dong Kuiwu, his skills are definitely top-notch. Going back to the place that can't be called a village again, the lame old seven is really emotional.

At 04:30 in the afternoon, when everyone came to the flat valley, and then looked up at the so-called Nushan cubs of Lame Seventh, the oriole was a little scared. Damn, it was so difficult to come, how should I go back? , but now is not the time to think about these things. Fortunately, it is summer and the sun is still high. The lame old seven led the people forward, through a ravine, and then through a canyon, finally heard the sound of water, lame old seven Qi said that this was a small branch of the Lancang River, which passed directly through the mountain. Looking forward, it was the hill mentioned by Lame Lao Qi. It's really not too high up.

Everyone washed their faces by the river beach, filled the mineral water bottles in the future tense, set off again, replenished their energy, washed their faces, and drank water, but they were not as energetic as before. This is what Lame Seven said. Don't stop, once you stop, all the energy will be gone.

It was another two hours of gnashing of teeth, and finally, around seven o'clock, everyone finally saw some people, thatched cottages, wooden houses, with a little smoke from the kitchen.

"Old Qi, are you here?" Huang Hailin's face was covered with sweat, his hair was messed up, his lips were turning white, and Huang Que's legs were trembling.

The lame old seven doesn't look like he has a weak leg, but he is actually better mentally than these two guys. Seeing Huang Hailin's question, he touched his pocket, took out a cigarette, and distributed one to everyone, Huang Hai Lin was not addicted to cigarettes, so he lit up at this time to relieve his fatigue.

The lame old seven took a puff, "There are still about ten miles to go. This is the trading place in this wild village. Usually, if someone grows vegetables or hunts game that can't be eaten, they come to this place to exchange."

"Isn't that similar to primitive society?" the oriole said.

Lame Old Seven smiled wryly, "Some people will never think of it in their entire lives, but in fact there are still people living the most primitive and wild life."

Huang Hailin nodded, the world is so big, there are no surprises, this time, even if you can't find the answer in your heart, it is worthwhile to learn more about things, but this time the price is too high. After tossing, after going back, Huang Hailin felt that he was going to the hospital to recuperate for half a year.

"Let's go!" The lame old seven finished smoking his cigarettes and told everyone to put out their cigarette butts and lead the way ahead. After seven o'clock, the sun had almost disappeared. Even in the summer with long days, the sky began to slowly darken.

Knowing the destination, the road became easier and walked a lot, but the speed slowed down. In this way, walking on the road that looked like a road but not like a road in this jungle where the sound of strange birds kept appearing, it took an hour. After that, I finally arrived at the destination that lame old seven said, the 'primitive' village called Donkey Unloading Mill.

More than 20 houses, to be precise, should not be called houses, they can only be called sheds, some are made of wood, some are covered with thatch, and a bunch of bonfires are burning in the most concentrated places, which are very hot.

Seeing Huang Que and his group, some people have already rushed into the house, while some people are staring at them, and some have already picked up hoe-like objects. It seems that they have realized that the visitors are not good. Character.

The savage tribe, this was the first thought of the oriole.

The lame old seven limped forward and said something that he couldn't understand. Immediately, everyone put down their things and even exclaimed. Looking at the lame old seven, he laughed, "The lame old seven Putting down the backpack, he took out biscuits and candies from it, distributed them to the children here, and then waved to the three orioles to signal them to come in.

"Did you speak the Dai language just now?" Huang Hailin asked.

Lame Seventh shook his head, then nodded again, "It can be said to be yes, or it can be said to be no. If there is an official language, it should be called Donkey Xiemo language. It is a special language here. It is very complicated. It’s not good to say, I can only gesture.”

Huang Hailin nodded, half-understood. In this primitive village, the most important thing is not money, not strength, but communication. If they can't communicate, they will always be their enemy.

"Seventh Uncle, Seventh Uncle, are you really back?" A very dissonant mandarin came from behind. Although it was not very standard, it surprised Huang Que a little. Could it be that there are also relatively fully evolved people here?

"Little Diu!" Lame Seventh walked over, and he was very happy to see this man who just spoke Mandarin.

The one called Xiaodiu by the lame old seven is actually a tall boy of seventeen or eighteen years old. Standing beside Dong Kuiwu, he is not inferior at all, with short hair, dark face, shirtless, and two rows of dazzling white teeth when he smiles. Huang Que suddenly thought of two words, innocence, that’s right, this kid’s smile is the kind that makes you see no impurities, very sincere, very straightforward, you can’t see any cunning in the world in his eyes With treachery.

"Uncle Qi, I thought you wouldn't come back. Grandpa misses you very much!"

The lame old seven burst into tears and laughed, "Is your grandfather in good health?"

"You'll know it when you see it." After finishing speaking, the kid walked towards a wooden house in front with bare feet, and the lame old seven greeted, and the three followed behind him.

This is a wooden house similar to a house on stilts. It looks very rough, but compared to other thatched houses, it looks much more 'upscale'.

The crowd followed the boy named Xiaodiu and walked in.

"Grandpa, Seventh Uncle is back!"

An old man was sitting in front of a dim oil lamp smoking a cigarette. Hearing what Xiao Diu said, he raised his head, and when he saw the lame Seventh, he coughed twice, "Tired?" The words were very clear and round.

"Old man!" The lame old seven sat down in front of the old man, "The road is a bit far, but I made it through."

Huang Que looked at the old man, with white hair and haggard face, at least over 80 years old. Although he looked a little sick, his eyes had a kind of probing light.

"Who are these?"

"Oh!" Lame Seven hurriedly turned his head, "These are my friends. They heard that the water quality of Houshantan is good, so they came here to test it. They are all experts in this field."

"Water quality expert?" the old man asked back.

"Yes, yes!" The lame old seven said with a smile, this is the tone that was discussed before coming here, otherwise you just say that you want to see the dragon, look at the phoenix, or you want to fight some other ghosts Idea, it would be strange if I didn't blow you away.

The old man took a puff of cigarette and said to himself: "No one has been to this place for a long time except you, Chen Qijiang. Check the spring water, yes, yes!"

While talking, he suddenly realized as if he had come to his senses, and said: "Sit, everyone sits, the visitor is just a guest, there is nothing to entertain in the countryside, Xiaodiu, I will make some tea for you, and in addition, cook some bison meat Come."

"Got it, Grandpa!"

Huang Que quickly put down her burden and sat down on the ground, "Finally some rest."

As soon as he finished speaking, the old man's eyes suddenly fell on him, and he smiled, "Young man, how are you? Are you tired from the journey?"

"Oh, I'm not tired, I'm not tired!" The oriole coped with it casually, looking at the place, wood, all wood, absolutely not a single brick, and even very little mud, but the ground is quite dry, just the one in front of it. Old man, Huang Que is full of doubts. There is still such a person in this kind of place. He speaks standard Mandarin and speaks decently. It feels a bit out of place.

Huang Hailin and Dong Kuiwu were also tired, pinching their bodies and legs, only lame Lao Qi was talking with the old man, everyone's stomachs were rumbling with hunger, half an hour later, the one named Xiao The lost child finally came in with a pot of water, and then showed that innocent smile, "Bison meat, it will be ready soon."

Bison?The oriole has some interest. It is probably the most fundamental experience to come to a place and taste the delicacy of a place.

Ten minutes later, everyone drank some tea, and their physical fatigue was reduced a lot, but the hunger in their stomachs became even more uncomfortable.

At this time, the sweaty little Diu finally appeared in front of everyone, holding a large wooden basin full of steaming bison meat, with a big fist, exuding the kind of meat that makes people want to swallow the tip of their tongue. Fragrance off.

Putting it on the table, Xiaodiu smiled happily, "Uncle Qi, it's been a long time since I've eaten the beef I cooked, this time I specially added raingrass." As he spoke, he jumped and jumped off the beam. He actually pulled out a long pig iron knife, stuck it on the beef, and stretched it out in front of the lame old seven, "Seventh Uncle, try..."

Before he finished speaking, Xiaodiu's smile disappeared instantly, and he slowly put the beef on the knife back into the tub, holding the long knife, and suddenly stood up straight.

At the same time, there was a noise outside, and a shrill hiss pierced the night sky, like a cat meowing spring, but it was many times louder than this sound.

The lame old seven also felt that something was wrong, his face was pale, "Master, is it the smell of meat that attracted them?"

The old man shook the dry smoke, shook his head, "It smells like a stranger!"