Chapter 67 heavenly love

There are still people living on the top of the mountain, but they are not the survivors who avoided the Qin Dynasty, but a pair of elopement men and women who moved here many years ago. They originally lived in Xiushui, Jiangxi Province. They were uncles and nephews. Because the nephew went to Guangdong to work and was away for many years, the nephew and daughter-in-law had to ask their uncle for help when they were in trouble.It's time to farm, so I have to ask my uncle to drive the oxen to plow the field.The pigs are going to be sold, so I have to ask my uncle to catch the pigs with a rope.Sometimes my niece and daughter-in-law have a headache and brain fever, so I have to rely on my uncle to hire a doctor, grab herbs, and serve soup and water.After going back and forth three times, the two of them stuck together.My niece and daughter-in-law were a primary school teacher in the village at the time.

The wind reached my nephew's ears.The nephew rushed home and picked up a kitchen knife and was about to kill someone. The adulterer and adulterer ran away in fright, almost leaving the house without a needle.They knew that they had messed up Dalun and had no face to go back to the village, so they wandered here from Jiangxi.They worked part-time, begged for food, and finally heard that there were barren fields and vacant houses in the old mountain, so they quietly came here to settle down. About half a year later, the people who drove the horses and the trees saw the smoke from the kitchen, and the news spread.Only then did everyone know that this pair of thieves and men lived on the mountain.The township government sent people to check and found that they were not secret agents or criminals, but only corrupt mistresses and black households who disrupted family planning.Such people should also be repatriated to their country of origin.But some mountain people at the bottom of the mountain interceded for them, saying that the pair of idiots were also pitiful. When they heard that they were going to be repatriated, they claimed that they would fight to the death and hung the hanging rope on the beam—the woman was still pregnant.At this point in the matter, it seems that it is not easy to force.Besides, those fields on the mountain were not planted anyway, and it would be a pity for the ancestors to leave them unused. It would be better to grow some grains in their hands.

The township cadres couldn't find a better way, so they let it go. We climbed up a high slope and came to the mud house where the elopement couple lived.There are dogs barking on the grounds, and there are three cubs, Doremi, apparently a series of fruits of love.These fruits discovered us early, shouting excitedly one by one, and have enough reasons to regard us as aliens from space, or unfamiliar humanoid animals.But is this the Garden of Eden?There are no roses, crystal necklaces and endless sweet fruits here, but pigs, sheep, chickens and ducks have been released wild for a long time, making the air filled with the sour smell of wild dung.In the days of too much freedom, the owner's farm tools and furniture are also scattered in a particularly scattered way-everywhere outside the house is a home, and everywhere is a living room.

An old man was pounding rice. He didn't look like the baby's father, but rather their grandfather. His back was bent and his teeth were missing. Not only his skin was yellow, his teeth were also yellow, his hair was also yellow, and his whole body was scorched by the sun. All that was burnt was brown, like a piece of old bacon.He was not good at socializing, so he smiled, but said nothing; his lips quivered a few times, but he still didn't say anything.After running back and forth a few times but still not bringing a bowl of tea, I rubbed my hands together and had to go to the ground to call the hostess.

The hostess came home later with a load of corn, walking through the rainbow pulled up by the mountain mist.She is a bit fat, with big arms and round waist, but with long eyebrows and big eyes, she still has a bit of a young woman's charm, she looks much younger than her concubine.She is worthy of being a teacher before, and she is graceful when she comes out, with a little bit of Beijing accent in her Jiangxi accent. Seeing the three cubs hiding behind their mother timidly, Teacher Long asked them about their ages one by one.He came here today to mobilize the cubs to go to school. "Who says it's not? We've been like this for the rest of our lives anyway. It's just a baby..." The hostess suddenly turned red.

"It's a bit far to go to school, but boarding is available, and the cost is not too high..." The children were very excited when they heard about reading, and couldn't help but raise their voices and read some pinyin letters to show that they didn't know everything.One of them even sang - apparently also taught by the mother. I found a penny on the side of the road Hand it over to the police uncle... "How did you sing it?" My mother felt that the last sentence was out of tune, so she couldn't help correcting it: "Give it to the police uncle...it's like this, turn it up, and then turn it down!"

In fact, she didn't sing very well herself. Another child also brought his own copybook.At this time, a billowing cloud tide rushed up along the mountain, splashed the cloud waves in front of a huge rock, solidified high in the air for a moment, then slowly collapsed, and finally swallowed us up.But the hostess did not ask us to sit in the room, as she was accustomed to such situations. Teacher Long's hometown used to be in this area, and he went down from here to study when he was young.He and his hostess were separated by clouds and mist, talking about farming, burning charcoal, ditches, leopards and other obscure things, and finally returned to the more obscure issue of reading.According to his idea, the problem will be basically solved if the children stay in the boarding school and the parents pick them up on the mountainside every weekend.

"How do we know what day of the week it is?" The voice on the other side of the cloud was a little flustered, "We only know that it is dawn and dark, and the moon is full and the moon is waxing. If we don't go down the mountain, we can't even know which day the Chinese New Year is." "You've got to have a calendar." "What if I tear up the wrong one? There's nowhere to find someone to ask." "...Is there a mobile phone signal here?" I vaguely saw Teacher Long took out his mobile phone, but he forgot that even if there is a signal here, charging the mobile phone is still a problem.When I was talking about this, the cloud tide began to leak quietly, forming cloud creeks, cloud waterfalls and cloud rivers of various sizes, flowing back to the cloud lake in the valley on the right, throwing us back into the bright sunshine.Strands of remaining clouds fell from our shoulders, flowed through our fingers, and lingered around our shoes for a long time.

We are now back on the subject of clarity.I said that there is a small hydro motor, which is not too expensive, and can drive a household's electric lights and TV. I have seen it in other mountainous areas, and they might as well give it a try. The hostess expressed her gratitude for these suggestions, and participated in the calculation of water storage and power generation. Seeing that each of us was ready to get up, she warmly invited us to stay for dinner, saying that she had just pounded new rice today, and there was still dried fish at home. Eat before leaving. It's not that we don't want to have a mouthful of heavenly food, but we have to rush to Qianshidong before dark, otherwise it will be dangerous to go down the mountain.Seeing the sunset, the Yin Gorge was suddenly cold, we shivered, put down our sleeves and fastened our collars, and returned to the world under the clouds.