Chapter 141 Chapter 24 Guozhuang

The grass that is not withered and yellow is like a woman's hair, dense and high, and it does not wither in winter.In the green grass, there is a bright red blood stain on the blade of grass, as if someone wrote a big "one" with blood.When we climbed the mountain, we thought the blood stains were flowers from a high place.I touched the blood on the blade of grass with my hands in doubt, and then rubbed it lightly. The blood was still sticky. The blood is not dry, and the person has not gone far!I raised my head in amazement and looked at the direction where the bloodstains extended. The nearby grass was messy, as if someone had fought here.Behind a few ancient trees pointing straight to the sky, there is a house hidden. If no bloodstains were found, that house would probably be overlooked.I breathed hot air on my hands, raised my feet high, and walked through the grass to see what happened.However, plum tea immediately stopped me and told everyone not to act rashly.

Li Xiaobei asked why he didn't go there, and Meizicha told us that it was already winter, and some wild animals might hide in abandoned houses for the winter.I looked up at the thick lead cloud, and had a premonition that it would snow heavily tomorrow or the day after tomorrow, and these green grasses and trees would definitely become covered in silver.The southwest is different from the north. In winter, many mountains and forests are still very green. Unless there is a few days of heavy snow, they will not wither.Although it hasn't snowed yet, many wild beasts are in their dens and dare not come out to be presumptuous.

That room is similar to the Plum Tea Inn. It is in the shade, and it is now in tatters, so it is impossible for people to live there.But there is indeed blood on the blades of grass, and the smell is unmistakable. My sense of smell has already made a great leap forward.We walked along without noticing if anyone was ahead, perhaps a woodcutter attacked by wild animals.Even though it was the 1990s, many people still went to the mountains to cut firewood for burning, and they couldn't afford gas at all. I was in a hurry to save people, so I didn't have so many scruples, so I picked up a slippery stone and threw it towards the house behind the bushes.The stone hit the wall of the house with a bang, and nothing happened after that.If there were wild animals lying in ambush in the house, they would have already rushed out, and they would not be so timid.I bravely walked over, Mu Qingxiang followed, Li Xiaobei and Meizicha took out the pistols they had prepared in advance.

All tea people who go to the mountains to collect tea will bring their own guns, because there are wild animals in many places, unlike the wild animals that have been eaten up by people now.I'm not used to using a gun. Anyway, there must be no wild animals in the house. As long as the opponent is a human, there is nothing to be afraid of.I ran all the way, there are so many cold depressions in the grass, if the boots I wear are not waterproof, the socks are now wet. Meizicha shouted worriedly from behind: "Xiaolu, slow down, don't run so fast!" Li Xiaobei caught up with me after running a few steps, and shouted, "Don't run so fast, or you won't be able to fight for nine lives!"

I ran to the side of the house a long time ago, it was trampled on here, and the grass all around was fallen into one piece.The house hasn't collapsed yet, but it won't last long, and it might fall if it snows.The second floor of the house has been scattered, and only the lobby on the first floor can rest, and the original purpose cannot be seen from the remaining things of the house.Since the house is not big, I ran to the house and looked around the corners, but the blood was gone when it got here, and there was no one person or animal in the house. When I saw Mu Qingxiang following, I immediately asked, "Didn't you say that the Xia River was the water you drank? You lived nearby before, have you ever seen this house?"

Mu Qingxiang opened up the words: "I used to not be able to come out casually, I was always in the house, only my aunt went out a few times. I don't know anything about these peripheral things and routes." "Oh, forget it." I had expected this to happen, and I no longer made things difficult for Mu Qingxiang. Mu Qingxiang didn't understand my implication, so she didn't pay much attention to it. After entering the house, she was also looking for the source of the blood.Li Xiaobei climbed over several fallen brick walls and wooden boards, scaring away a few hiding toads.Meizicha followed pantingly, and bluntly said that he was only seven or eight years older than us, and his physical strength was so far behind.My whole mind was focused on the blood, I just wanted to find the owner of the blood, but I couldn't find anything, so I became anxious all of a sudden.

Plum Tea took out a pot of water, took a sip, moistened my throat, and asked if we really don't know what this house is for.I thought to myself that I still need to ask, so I humbly asked Meizicha for advice, and Li Xiaobei also asked curiously.Meizicha said that this house is Guozhuang, which has a longer history than his inn. There are many Guozhuang in the Qionglai Mountains. The so-called Guozhuang is a local inn for merchants to store goods and stay.At the beginning of the Qing Dynasty, there were only 4 Guozhuang houses near the Qionglai Mountains. By the middle of the Qing Dynasty, there were 48 Guozhuang houses.Guozhuang mainly received traders who traded tea and horses. At that time, the border tea trade entered its heyday, and Guozhuang even drove into the depths of the Qionglai Mountains so that traders who had no time to go out of the mountains could stock up and stay.

I think there may be no houses for dozens of miles in the mountains, so why not settle down in the abandoned Guozhuang today, the day will soon be overwhelmed, and it will rain in winter if there is no snow.Meizicha still had lingering fears. His family had an accident in this neighborhood, so how could he dare to stay overnight.However, looking at the sky with gray clouds, it seems that those lead clouds are pressing on the hair.Meizicha knew that it was best to stay in Guozhuang tonight, and it might be even worse to go to another place. Li Xiaobei is not afraid of anything, he stays as long as he says, no one is afraid of anyone.I also let go and said, isn't it just a few drops of blood, if I want blood, I will give him two or three pots of urine, for fear that he won't be able to finish it.Mu Qingxiang saw that I couldn't spit out ivory from the dog's mouth, so she turned her head to the side, ignoring the men's jokes.

I realized that my words were too much, so I said seriously: "The blood must not have come out by itself, let's look for it carefully, otherwise I will not feel at ease when I fall asleep." "That's what I mean too. Be careful when sailing for ten thousand years, don't be too careless." Meizicha is cautious everywhere, and his pressure on this trip is probably greater than ours. Mu Qingxiang and the others were searching in front of and behind Guozhuang, and I was anxious for a long time, so I avoided them and went to the right side of Guozhuang for convenience.Unexpectedly, as soon as I got there, I found that the haystack had been shoveled and dull, and the soil had just been refurbished.I squatted down suspiciously, and directly picked up the loose brown soil with my hands, and a bunch of white hairs came out of it.After digging into the soil two or three times, my hands were stained with blood, and the soil below was mixed with blood.

"My God, there's something wrong here!" I whispered, and then yelled, "Hey, come here, there's a lot of blood!" Li Xiaobei rushed over first, followed by Mu Qingxiang and plum tea. I felt a little strange when I saw this scene, but the feeling disappeared quickly.My attention was all on the bloody dirt, but fortunately we had calculated that we would use a shovel, so we prepared two folding shovels.Li Xiaobei came over with a shovel and started to dig. I was worried that the person buried in the soil would be strange if his head was not cut off when he went down with the shovel.So, I asked Li Xiaobei to put the shovel aside and dig slowly with his hands first.

Mu Qingxiang didn't mind being dirty, so I scraped the wet soil with my hands, and after a short time, we found the head of a white-haired old man in the soil.Almost all the blood came from the old man's mouth, because it was buried in the soil, and there was a lot of blood on his face when he dug it out.When I saw that human head, I was terrified. This was the first time I had dug a human head. Plum Tea's face had already turned pale, and he was not the owner of a black shop. This was the first time he saw such a scene.Mu Qingxiang was neither surprised nor afraid, and continued digging down the soil. It turned out that the head had not been moved, and was still attached to the body.I felt that the skin of the white-haired old man was still warm, and his breath was still there. The old man was not dead yet.Because I felt Lin Hongyan's pulse by mistake last time, in order to make sure it was right or wrong, I asked Mu Qingxiang to feel it again. While digging, Mu Qingxiang said, "He's still alive, hurry up." I let out a nervous "Oh" and continued digging with Li Xiaobei, only Meizicha was a little scared and moved a lot slower.Digging and digging, I always feel that I have seen this white-haired old man before, but I can't remember it all at once.The old man has been unable to speak, and I asked him who he was while digging.When I dug into the waist of the white-haired old man, I felt something was wrong, so I squeezed his mouth open, only to find that his tongue had been cut off.I don't know if the man's heart has softened. The white-haired old man's tongue was not completely cut off, but half of it looked terrible. It wasn't until we dug out the white-haired old man in white clothes and a white stick in the soil that I remembered that I had seen this white-haired old man a year ago. In the Qingdao Tea Battle, I played for Liao Erer, and the judges were two black-clothed old men and one white-clothed old man.The two black-clothed old men are brothers of Yang Chishan, and the identity of the white-clothed old man is not quite clear.I asked Liao Laoer what the origin of the old man in white was, and quoted Liao Laoer’s original words, that is, "His surname seems to be Tan. I don’t know his real name. Everyone calls him Baimu Old Man. But Baimu Old Man and Tea King have no Relationship, just an old tea person living in seclusion in Sichuan, just being lobbied out to be a judge." The white wood old man didn't talk much, and with a white wooden stick in his hand, his legs and feet were probably not flexible.I clearly remember that at that time, I, Zhao Shuai, and Mu Qingxiang offered tea together, and Mu Qingxiang offered tea to Old Baimu, who was stunned for a while.Since the old man Bai Mu lived in seclusion in Sichuan, and his surname was Tan, could it be that he had something to do with Mu Qingxiang who was originally called "Tan Wanting". I was full of doubts, but it's a pity that the old man Baimu's tongue was cut off in half.This is a barren mountain, what is the old man Baimu doing here, and who is killing him.I hastily asked Mu Qingxiang if she knew old man Baimu, or else he couldn't have appeared here by such a coincidence. Meizicha didn't seem to hear us, and asked in a panic, "Is this old man still alive?" "No way, I think even if we don't dig him out, he won't last half an hour." Li Xiaobei shook his head. Mu Qingxiang told me the truth: "When I was young, I remember that apart from Yangchishan, there was another young man who also came to see my aunt. The man stayed for a few days and then left. I have never seen that man a few times. My aunt never Let me ask this, so I know very little. I only remember that the man held a white wooden stick in his hand, which was probably used to prevent slipping when entering the mountain, but the white wooden stick of the man and the current one Exactly the same." I know that Mu Qingxiang has a photographic memory, even after a long time, she will not forget the details, if she said yes, she must be.I picked up the white stick and wondered if this stick really belonged to the old man, and could the man who went to find my aunt be the old man Baimu.If the old man Bai Mu was that young man, then he might have known my aunt's secret all along, but it's a pity that both Mu Qingxiang and I missed the opportunity. Mu Qingxiang and we lifted the old man Baimu and put it in Guozhuang, and then told me that she also suspected that the old man Baimu was that young man.Old man Baimu's real name was Tan Simu, and his aunt never called the young man's name in front of Mu Qingxiang, so Mu Qingxiang couldn't be sure whether it was the same person.A few years ago, Mu Qingxiang found the old man Baimu and said that she wanted to find the place where her aunt lived, but the old man Baimu denied it, and Mu Qingxiang couldn't do anything about it. Now that the old man Bai Mu suddenly appeared here, Mu Qingxiang felt very surprised, let alone us unrelated people.We are helpless, digging out the old man Baimu is futile, and it may make the old man Baimu more painful.After a while, the white wood old man finally came back, he raised his hand and waved it towards us, pointing his withered index finger at the white wooden stick beside him, we all held our breath for a moment.