The Sovereign Descends

Soon, Yu Fei's voice spread to the whole village, and more than a dozen families were boiling. One by one, they went out to meet them. The only "promising" young man in the village who went out of the mountains to work.

The villagers were so enthusiastic that they went to the village to cut firewood and burn fire. They said they were going to kill chickens and sheep. But in such a gap, Chen Yi stopped the people and took out the food that he and Yu Fei bought temporarily in the town!

The men in the village sit in the courtyard chatting with the people, while the women are cooking with fire. A group of children with their big wolf dogs outside the yard, from time to time, put out their heads to take a look at it, everywhere appears incomparably harmonious!

Hushugou is really poor. There is only one telephone in the whole village. It is a wired telephone which has been eliminated decades ago. The cable line is also the one that was buried during the war and maintained by Mr. Yu for so many years!

More than a dozen families don't have a TV set or any kind of household appliances. The only thing they have is children running all over the mountain. At least there are three or four families, but the top one is dressed in rags and covered with mud!

Yu Fei's house is a house built of earth walls. Its roof is made of turf. It is almost impossible to say that there are four walls in the house. The only thing that attracts Chen Yi's attention is the wall covered certificates pasted in the main hall!

From the model militiamen in the 1940s, to the great military competition in the 1950s and 1960s, and to the first-class and second-class meritorious deeds in the 1970s and 1980s, the honors of generations of Yu's ancestors and grandchildren are all on the wall!

After chatting for a long time, Mr. Yu took his big wolf dog to the back mountain without saying hello to them. Chen Yi was a little curious, so he followed him.

The old man built a wooden house on the back of the mountain. It was built on a tree nearly 100 years old. A rope ladder was hanging down. If you want to climb up the wooden house, you must climb up from here. Under the wooden house, there is a small earth bag, which is carefully repaired with green bricks. It is obviously a tomb!

To Chen Yi's surprise, just in front of the tomb, a skeleton in a shabby military uniform is being fixed by a pile of wire, just as if kneeling in front of the grave!

Instead of asking directly, Chen Yi followed the old man to a fireplace not far from the wooden house. There was a small wooden table with a cloth covering a set of tea sets.

Chen Yi sat on a small bench, drinking tea and looking at the old man. "What kind of life is it in the village now?"

"Planting corn, raising chickens and ducks, accumulating the raw eggs, and then carrying them to the town in baskets and selling them for daily necessities on the market day!" The old man said, with no change in his face.

"But I just saw that there are not many places to open up wasteland on the mountain, and the harvest is not very good..." Chen Yi put down his tea cup and worried, "and it will take a day to go down the mountain. What can I do if there is something urgent to do!? What about children going to school? "

This kind of living conditions, according to the law, some people pay for the demolition, which is just a pie in the sky. But even so, more than a dozen families here still do not agree, which makes Chen Yi very puzzled!

The old man sighed, "that's the reason, but I can't help it. I can't leave..."

with that, the old man frowned and lit a bag of cigarettes, and then he sat there and started smoking!

"Why can't you leave?" Chen Yi asked.

Hearing this, the old man raised his cigarette pole and pointed to the grave bag under the wooden house. "He saved the lives of all the villagers in huxugou. We can't forget our roots. We have to keep our souls for him."

Chen Yi looks at the tomb bag carefully. It is very well repaired. There is not even a weed around it, even within five meters. It shows how attentive the old man is!

And the skeleton kneeling in front of him is not more than 1.5 meters in height. The old military uniform also looks like the island army several decades ago!

"Master, what is buried here is..."

"anti island hero, commander Jiao!"

The old man said, and a trace of sincere reverence flashed through his eyes!

"It seems that commander Jiao did not make less contribution to the country when he was alive." Chen Yi nods.

"It was in 1945, when I was just 12 years old. The island devils captured Beihe County, and stationed a team of men and horses, trying to rule the boundaries of our ten mile eight village..." the old man smoked a cigarette, looked at the direction of the tomb, and began to recall the scene of that year.

"But you want us to be slaves. Can we do it!? There are some bloody men in shiliba village, so they set up a team, and commander Jiao is the leader! "

"Later, my father died and entrusted me to commander Jiao. I was young at that time, but I knew what I could do and what I couldn't do. I asked commander Jiao to be a guard for him. At that time, I didn't know what kind of force commander Jiao was. Some people said that he was surnamed Guo and others said his surname was Communist. But we didn't care about that. It's good to fight ghosts Han

"What happened later?"!? How did commander Jiao die!? Who is kneeling in front of the grave? "Chen Yi's story arouses Chen Yi's curiosity. He is prepared to go to the bottom of the story and listen to it completely.

"Grandpa, brother Yi, have dinner!" But at this time, Yu Fei ran over and abruptly interrupted the old man's speech box. "Grandfather, my grandmother said don't forget to bring down the half wild boar that was roasted yesterday!"

"I can't forget it!"

The old man took two puffs of smoke in his hands and knocked twice on the soles of his shoes. Then he began to pick up the fire pool, revealing a huge "leaf bag". Needless to say, it must be the half wild boar in Yu Fei's mouth!

This old man, the wild boar that beat yesterday, unexpectedly left half buried under the fire pond. After this night's baking, it must be incomparably fragrant and tender!

The old man let Yu Fei carry the leaf bag, and the three of them went down the mountain like this!

When Chen Yi and Chen Yi came back, they were all seated. A dozen bowls were placed on the table and filled with their own home brewed corn wine.

"You drink first, I'll put the boar on the shelf!"

The old man said with a smile, tearing open the bag of leaves, and revealed the extremely fresh half fan wild boar which was roasted inside. For a time, the aroma swept the whole yard!

"Mr. Yu, it's so fragrant. Do you want to roast it?" Zhou Tianpeng watched the pork was inserted with a big stick, and the saliva in the corner of his mouth almost flowed down!

"It's necessary to bake. All the fruit trees in our mountain are over 100 years old. It's delicious to roast them with this one!" With a smile on his face, the old man put the half fan of wild boar on the fire, and took out a dozen bottles and jars from the room, and began to sprinkle it on the surface. A layer of greasy honey was smeared on the surface!

Wild boar is baked there, needless to say, the dishes on the table are full of food!

Looking at the old man's extremely skillful technique, Chen Yi began to wonder, "master, do you usually use this to beat wild boars?"

Chen Yi pointed to the machete standing on the wall and asked!

"There's still a fake!? In the past, when the state did not confiscate guns, they also used guns. Later, when the policy changed, they could only make traps and use this guy! "

When they heard the speech, they all shed a cold sweat!

You know, the wild boar is not as easy to be provoked as in the cartoon, not to mention its body weight of three or four hundred jin, just say that its layer of invulnerable fur is not ordinary people can break!

Boars like to rub on pine trees. Their hair, which is as hard as steel needles, is coated with a layer of rosin. Then they roll in the stones. Once the rosin dries up, the stone is just natural armor. Even if a tiger sees it, it has to fear three points, let alone human beings!

However, it is a myth that an 86 year old man could kill wild boars with a machete!

People push a cup to change a cup, a drink of high intensity of wine, a top of the red face!

"Master, these awards on your wall are wonderful. There are several soldiers in our family!" Zhou Tianpeng holding a bowl, while drinking, looking at the wall of the certificate of honor!

As soon as the voice fell, the old man's look became dim!