Chapter 6 Donkey Unloading

The name of the donkey is strange enough, and the yellow finch can't help sighing.

Sitting on the mountain road, he ate some compressed biscuits, nibbled an apple, and drank a large bottle of water. The yellow finch finally got a little strength. The lame old seven asked Dong Kuiwu to push the motorcycle into the woods next to him, and then prepared to go on the road.

"Uncle Seven, did you lose this car? Aren't you afraid that others will take it away?"

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

Huang Hailin doesn't care about the two motorcycles at all. At this moment, his mind has all flown to the place just mentioned by the lame Seven. Can he find the answer in his heart?

"Kui Wu, you open the way in front of you and hold on to Lao Qi. I'm fine!" The lame seven legs and feet are inconvenient. Huang Hailin naturally has to take care of him. To be honest, in this kind of ghost place, it can't be without the lame seven. It's already nine o'clock in the morning when the yellow finch took out his mobile phone. However, the mobile phone signal has long disappeared. It must not be said that the primitive forest is this distance, but it must be inaccessible. .

"I know, Second Master!" Dong Kuiwu strode forward according to the route designated by the crippled seven. The crippled seven followed him. Huang Hailin was also a spoiled body. After a while, he was out of breath. Although the yellow finch could not go there, he still gritted his teeth desperately and occasionally helped Huang Hailin. The four people were in the belly of the vast angry mountain. Slowly forward.

More than four hours later, after one o'clock in the afternoon, the four people finally climbed to the so-called high point of the lame seven, and then there was a series of roads down the mountain. At first, the yellow finch thought that it must be easier to go down the mountain than to the mountain, but later I learned that it was not like that at all. The four people walked on by others. Some of the paths can only be seen clearly under the instructions of the lame old seven. Along this kind of road can be more comfortable. Along the way, the yellow finch pulled the branches on both sides tightly. Of course, the yellow finch is willing to roll down and kowtow. However, if there is no one to roll, the yellow finch really wants to call Tiantian. The ground doesn't work.

The feet have already blistered, sweating, and I don't know how much it has flowed. The yellow finch is numb. Looking at the three people in front of him, the lame Lao Qi 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 himself, all the luggage of the three people had been placed on Dong Kuiwu's shoulders.

"Persist, don't stop. Once you stop, you may have no idea of standing up!" Lame Laoqi sweated and cheered everyone. He also limped slowly down. Suddenly, his feet slipped and shouted. Dong Kuiwu in front of him quickly turned around and pulled him. Laiqi scared him into a cold sweat. He remembered that there was a stinky boy named Xiaoduo in the village last time he came to the village. The boy was powerful and went up and down the mountain. It's as fast. Although he is not as tall as Dong Kuiwu, his skills are absolutely first-class. Once again, when he returns to the place that can't actually be called a village, Lai Laoqi really sighed.

At 4:30 p.m., when everyone came to the flat ravine, and then looked up at the so-called angry mountain cubs of lame old seven. The yellow finch was a little afraid. Damn, it's so difficult to come. How can I go back? It's just that this is not the time to think about this. Fortunately, it's summer, and the sun is still very high. As everyone walked forward, through the ravine, and then passed through a canyon, they finally heard the sound of water. Laoqi said that this was a small tributary of the Lancang River, which came directly from the mountain. Looking forward, it was the hill mentioned by Laoqi. When the yellow finch saw it, it was a little gratifying. This hill looked really not good. Too high.

Everyone washed their faces by the river beach. In the future, the mineral water bottle was filled with water. They set out again, replenished the energy, washed their faces, and drank water. On the contrary, they were not as strong as before. This is what Lao said. Don't stop. Once you stop, the energy will be gone.

It was another two-hour gritting of teeth. Finally, close to seven o'clock, everyone finally saw some people, thatched huts, wooden houses, and some cooking cigarettes.

"Lao Qi, are you here?" Huang Hailin's face was full of sweat, his hair was messy, his lips were white, and the yellow finch's legs trembled.

Although the lame old seven didn't look at one leg, he was mentally better than these two guys. Seeing Huang Hailin asking a question, he touched his pocket, took out a cigarette, and gave everyone a cigarette. Huang Hailin was not addicted to smoking. At this time, he also lit it to relieve fatigue.

Lao Qi took a sip, "There are still about ten miles. This is the trading place of this wild village. Usually, whoever grows vegetables or can't eat all the game will come to this place for exchange."

"Isn't that similar to primitive society?" The yellow finch said.

Lame Seven smiled bitterly, "Some people will never think that in fact, some people are living the most primitive and wild life."

Huang Hailin nodded. The world is so big that there are all strange things. This time, even if he can't find the answer in his heart and can learn more about some things, it's worth the trip. It's just that the price this time is too high. After going back, Huang Hailin feels that he has to go to the hospital to recuperate for half a year.

"Let's go!" After smoking a cigarette, Lao Lao Qi told everyone to turn off the cigarette butts and lead the way in front of him. After seven o'clock, the sun had almost disappeared. Even in the long summer, the sky began to darken slowly.

Knowing the destination, the road became much better, but the speed slowed down. In this way, in this jungle where the sound of strange birds kept appearing, I walked on the road that looked like a road but not like a road. An hour later, I finally arrived at the destination mentioned by Lao Lao, the 'primitive' village called Donkey Unloading Mill.

More than 20 houses, to be precise, should not be called houses. They can only be called huts. They are made of wood and covered with thatch. In the most concentrated place, there are a bonfire, which is burning vigorously.

Seeing the yellow finch and his party, some people have rushed into the house, while some people are staring at it, and some have picked up the hoe-shaped pole-shaped object. It seems that they have realized the four words "unfriendly".

Savage tribe, this is the first thought of the yellow finch.

Lao Qi came forward with a cripple and said something he didn't understand. Suddenly, everyone put down the things and even exclaimed. Looking at the crippled Seven, he laughed. Lao Qi put down his backpack, took out biscuits and candy from it, distributed it to the children here, and then waved to the three yellow sparrows. They want to come in.

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

Laoqi shook his head and nodded again, "It can be said, or it can be said that it is not. If you really want to have an official language, it should be called Lv Moyu. It is an exclusive language here, which is very miscellaneous. I can't say many of them well, so I can only make gestures."

Huang Hailin nodded and seemed to understand. When it comes to this primitive village, in fact, the most important thing is not money, not strength, but communication. If it can't communicate, it will always be their enemy.

"Uncle Seven, Uncle Seven, are you really back?" A very discordant Mandarin came from behind. Although it was not very standard, it surprised the yellow finch. Are there also more fully evolved people here?

"Little lose!" Lame Laoqi walked over and saw that he was very happy to see the man who had just begun to speak Mandarin.

Called Xiao Diu by the lame old seven is actually a tall teenager of seventeen or 18 years old. Standing beside Dong Kuiwu, he has short hair, black face, naked arms, and two rows of white dazzling teeth with a smile. The yellow finch suddenly thought of two words. Innocence is good. This boy sends out the kind that makes you You can't see a smile of impurities. It's very sincere and straightforward. You can't see any cunning and treacherousness in his eyes.

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

Lame Lao Qi burst into tears and laughed, "How's your grandfather?"

"You will know when you see it." After saying that, the boy walked to a wooden house in front of him barefoot. The lame old seven greeted him, and the three of them followed him.

This is a wooden house similar to a hanging foot building. It looks very rough, but it looks much more 'high-end' than other thatched houses.

Everyone followed the teenager named Xiao Diu and walked in.

"Grandpa, Uncle Seven is back!"

An old man sat in front of the dim oil lamp and smoked dry smoke. Hearing Xiao Di's words, he raised his head and coughed twice when he saw the lame Seven, "Are you tired?" The words are round and very clear.

"Old man!" Lai Lao Qi sat down in front of the old man, "The road is a little far away, but it's over."

The yellow finch looked at the old man, with white hair and haggard face, at least more than 80 years old. Although it looks a little sick, its eyes have a kind of light to detect people's hearts.

"Who are these?"

"Oh!" Lame Laoqi quickly turned around and said, "These are my friends. I heard that the water quality of Houshantan is good, so I specially want to test it. They are all experts in this field."

"Water quality expert?" The old man asked rhetorically.

"Yes, yes!" Lao Laoqi said with a smile, this is the tone that had been discussed before he came here. Otherwise, you can directly say that you want to see the dragon, the phoenix, or have any other ideas. It's no wonder if you don't drive you away.

The old man smoked a cigarette and said to himself, "No one has been here for a long time except you, Chen Qijiang. Test the spring water, okay, okay!"

As he spoke, he suddenly seemed to wake up and said, "Sit down, sit down. The person who comes is a guest. There is nothing to treat in the countryside. Xiaoduo, boil some tea for you. In addition, boil some wild beef."

"I know, Grandpa!"

The yellow finch quickly put down the burden and sat on the ground. "Finally, there is a rest."

As soon as he finished speaking, the old man's eyes suddenly swept over him and smiled, "Young man, how's it going? Are you tired on the way?"

"Oh, I'm not tired, I'm not tired!" The yellow finch dealt with it casually and looked at this place. The wood was all wood. There was absolutely no brick. There was little mud, but the ground was quite dry. It was just that the old man in front of him made the yellow finch full of doubts. There was such a person in this kind of place. His Mandarin was standard and his speech was decent. It was a little awkward. The right feeling.

Huang Hailin and Dong Kuiwu were also tired. They pinched their bodies and legs. Only the lame old seven was talking with the old man. Everyone's stomachs were hungry. Half an hour later, the child named Xiaoduo finally came in with a pot of water, and then showed that kind of impurity-neutous smile, "Wild beef, It will be ready soon."

Wild beef? The yellow finch has some interest in coming to a place and tasting the delicious food of a place. This is probably the most fundamental experience.

After about ten minutes, everyone also drank a cup of tea. The fatigue of the body was reduced a lot, but the hunger in the abdomen was even more uncomfortable.

At this time, the sweaty little lose finally appeared in front of the crowd, holding a large wooden basin in his hand, which was full of steaming wild beef, and a big fist, exuding the fragrance that people could not wait to swallow the tip of their tongue.

Put it on the table, and Xiao Di smiled happily. "Uncle Seven, I haven't eaten the beef I made for a long time. This time I specially added rainweed grass." As he spoke, he jumped suddenly and pulled out a long iron knife from the beam, one inserted into the beef, and reached in front of the lame seven, "Uncle Seven, you taste..."

Without saying that, Xiao Diu's smile disappeared in an instant. He slowly put the beef on the knife back into the wooden basin, held the long knife, and suddenly stood up straight.

At the same time, there was a noise outside, and a sad hiss cut through the night sky, like a cat. Chun, but I don't know how many times louder than this sound.

Lao Yan Lao Qi also felt something wrong, and his face turned pale. "Sir, did the meat attract them?"

The old man shook the dry smoke and shook his head, "It's a stranger!"