Chapter 33 Chapter Thirty-Three Wild Boar Mouth

After getting up early the next morning, Da Ya and I diligently helped Uncle Tao wash the vegetables, carry water, busy ourselves, and chatted with Uncle Tao intentionally or unintentionally.As soon as we got started, Uncle Tao was very sorry, and kept asking us to go back to the house to rest, saying that this kind of rough work should not be done by our guests. Da Ya didn't seem to hear him, he saw him talking endlessly around the old man.From now until before the liberation, and from before the liberation to the Qing Dynasty, in the end, Uncle Tao was taken aback for a moment, nodding his head in agreement, wondering if he understood what Da Ya said.

Until the end, Da Ya pointed to the stone pillar at the gate, and then asked Uncle Tao, "Master, I'm not bragging with you, we are always running outside, and we see a lot of things, we can be regarded as half-experts , I see that this stone of yours is not a modern thing, it must have been passed down from the older generation, right? Looking at the pattern and size, it should be a horse tie, right?" Uncle Tao laughed when he heard it, and pointed to the stone pile and said, "What ancestor uploaded it! I picked it up at the mouth of wild boars when I was herding sheep in the early years. It looked neat at the time, so I got it back. I’ve been pressing firewood stacks, but I haven’t burned firewood in the past few years, so it’s a pity to throw it away, so I buried it there and blocked the door. It’s just right.”

Oh?Wild boar mouth?Where is that? While I was thinking about it, I saw Da Ya grinned and smiled at Uncle Tao: "So I picked it up, I thought it was a family tradition, it's a bit embarrassing! Haha, I saw that there are patterns on it." What, I thought it was a horse tie post." Uncle Tao smiled and shook his head: "This thing is quite old. It was soaked in the water on the mountain at that time. A broken stone is not a good thing. No one cares about it. Fangshan has no shortage of stones." "That's right, let's talk about white marble. It is produced in many places in China, such as Henan white and Sichuan white marble, but only Fangshan white marble is the authentic white marble." climb up.

Uncle Tao nodded proudly when he heard what I said, and told us that not only the royal road walked by the emperor in the Forbidden City in Beijing, the railings in the palace, but also the Circular Mound Altar in the Temple of Heaven, and even the reliefs on the Monument to the People’s Heroes and the Chairman Mao Memorial Hall The seated statue of Chairman Mao inside is made of Fangshan white marble, a specialty here. Looking at the proud Uncle Tao, being praised and praised by Da Ya and me, his beard is pouted and looks tall. This chatter made Uncle Tao get closer to us a lot and opened up the chatter box, but what he was talking about was old things in Fangshan District. Da Ya and I had heard very little of it, so we could only add a few words from time to time. The old man chatted with great interest, he really knew everything, he talked endlessly, and he spoke with joy.

While chatting, Da Ya casually asked the old man, where is the wild boar's mouth he mentioned? Uncle Tao didn’t think much about it. He pointed to the highest mountain among the mountains in the west and told us that there was a path from the foot of the mountain. Together, it looks like a grape trellis erected, and then continue walking along the front of the third pine tree from the left. After turning around the mountain, you can see a gap not far away, which can be viewed from a distance. It's like the big mouth of a wild boar, so people who live here call it "wild boar's mouth".

There is a cave in that place, which can shelter from the rain. There is a spring not far from the entrance of the cave, and there is water all year round.Having said that, he pointed to the stone pile and told us that the stone pile was soaked in the stream not far from the spring. Uncle Tao suddenly took a look at us, and told us with a serious expression that there was nothing interesting about that place, and there was nothing interesting about it. It would be fun to go rafting on the Juma River, rowing bamboo rafts and so on.Yezhukou said that it was not peaceful, and it was said to be haunted by ghosts. Even they used to herd sheep. They didn't go there, unless they took shelter from the rain and drank water or something.Back then, I was young and vigorous, and I was not afraid of anything. I have only been there a few times, and I haven't been there for many years.

"Haunted? Isn't it? Is it true or not?" Da Ya obviously didn't expect to have these words, and he couldn't help being a little surprised. The old man sighed: "Oh, who knows if it's true or not? It's said so, and the older generation also said so. Besides, whoever goes to the mountains in the dark day has nothing to do? I don't know if it's true or not. Don't be impulsive, you two young men must not cause trouble, where should you go to play, if you come back for dinner at night, please call in advance." Da Ya and I nodded repeatedly, but didn't talk much.

After breakfast, Da Ya and I put our backpacks on our backs, said hello to Uncle Tao, and left the yard. Early in the morning, the sky was gloomy, and the sun hid in the thick clouds and never came out. Although there was no wind, it seemed much cooler than yesterday. After turning a corner and walking a certain distance, Da Ya approached me and asked me if I was going to relax or to "hunt"? I took a look at the towering mountain to the west, and told Da Ya to "relax" during "hunting". Da Ya smiled, patted the backpack at me, and said shyly: "If you say that we are born to be handsome, we have already expected such a release, and everything has been prepared. It should be done." Master Cheng, I made a fortune, as the saying goes, if you lose it in the water, you will lose your life and luck!"

I curled my lip at him: "If you want me to tell you, this thing can't be forced. When it's time to make a fortune, you can get a gold brick inadvertently!" We both kept our mouths open along the way, playing and fighting, and we arrived at the foot of the mountain before we knew it. When I got closer, I realized that this mountain was much more imposing than I imagined. The mountain was so steep and majestic that it seemed to rise suddenly. When I looked up, I couldn't see the top of the mountain. About to collapse down, aggressive. The most troublesome thing is that there is no way up the mountain at all.The so-called road is only a narrow path less than half a meter wide. At first glance, it can be seen that few people have walked through it. It is overgrown with weeds and has uneven potholes.

I took a look at the small path ahead, and Da Ya and I both complained secretly. It’s almost the same as if there is no road, and we don’t have trekking poles or anything. With just these two legs, I really don’t know if we can do it. I climbed up, but since I'm here, I can't be scared back.I had no choice but to bite the bullet and walked over. The pines and cypresses on the mountain are lush and dense, the trees are sparse, and the vines are entangled.Unknown wild flowers bloom all over the ground, and there are bursts of fragrance from time to time. At the beginning, it was easy to walk, but after a while, it became difficult to walk. The mountain became steeper and steeper, and the center of gravity could only lean forward as far as possible. After walking for a long time, my legs felt unbearably sore.In addition, the mountains and forests are lush and airtight, and the sweat on the head is like beads with a broken thread.

After climbing less than a hundred meters, Da Ya and I gave up a little bit. On the side of the road, Da Ya pulled off a leaf of some plant, which was the size of a washbasin, and fanned it back and forth as a cattail fan. I looked up at Da Ya, shook my head, panted and told Da Ya, at that time I didn’t ask Uncle Tao how high he wanted to climb, I just knew it was halfway up the mountain, but I never saw the big pine trees he mentioned Come or not. After Da Ya groaned for a while, he opened his broken throat and began to howl: "Second sister, I'm sitting in the embroidered building, looking at the capital! Which Yihu is hi, hi... thinking of my second brother, Zhang Xianggong..." When I came out, I brought four jugs of water, but I drank two of them before I climbed far. Da Ya must have sung so thirsty, I grabbed the water bottle and asked for a donkey to drink, I hurriedly shouted at Da Ya: "Master Cheng, Master Cheng, take it easy, you have to save some water, or if you don't have a place to wait, I drank all the water, and if there is no water, it will be troublesome." Hearing what I said, Da Ya could only take a sip, then screwed the lid on, put the water bottle back into the bag, and complained to me: "If you say that the old man is real, I don't even know how tall he is. I thought that with his body and bones, the height of the sky would be fifty or sixty meters, but I can't imagine that it will be two hundred meters up, and I haven't reached the place yet. I didn't expect the environment to be so harsh, and I complained endlessly.Up to now, there is nothing to do, so I can only persuade Da Ya to persevere, he has prayed ninety-nine times, and he is short of shivering, holding back his urine, and reached the top of the mountain with all his strength. The two of us bravely climbed up, and climbed for nearly two hours. It was almost noon, and finally saw a large row of pine trees planted side by side in front of us. Eight pine trees. Finally, we saw hope, just like a child who has not been breastfed seeing his mother. Big Tooth and I stared straight at the row of pine trees, and we finally climbed under the tree with our hands and feet. Panting heavily, without time to rest, I quickly counted, yes, exactly eight trees, and finally arrived at the place. The river is the Qingluo belt, and the mountains are like jasper hairpins.In the distance, mountains, waves and peaks, layer upon layer, are hidden in the mist, suspended in clusters like islands, like a scroll of landscape paintings, so beautiful.