I ate a whole roasted suckling pig last night. Because I was too tired to sleep, I had to spend 3 yuan to buy a bottle of sour plum juice and drink it. Then I fell asleep in a daze in the middle of the night.

When I woke up in the morning, the sun in the sky had passed the treetops, and the weeds cut yesterday afternoon had wilted. Xi Yunfei sat on the bluestone slab and stared at the scenery at the foot of the mountain in a daze.

"Oh, it's so boring. If it weren't for the limited funds, I would have to buy a helicopter and fly out."

After drinking the remaining bite of sour plum juice last night, Xi Yunfei had to start thinking about what to eat for lunch. After all, he perfectly slept with breakfast time. Since he had saved a meal, he would definitely have to eat something good at noon.

"Roasted duck?"

"Pig's trotter?"

“Braised platter?”

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Xi Yunfei looked at the goods on the light curtain and was a little hesitant. The main reason was that he would spend one cent less. Anyone would want to eat something good, but the pain of cash in his pocket... Who can understand it?

In the end, I had no choice but to bite the bullet and bought a serving of pork head meat with sauce. It was very cheap, which cost only 10 yuan per pound. By the way, I bought two bottles of Qingdao pure rice for 7 yuan. This added the sour plum juice from last night, and another 20 yuan was spent.

He made two chopsticks with branches, and the greasy pork head meat was paired with the refreshing beer. Xi Yunfei said that this kind of life is still very good.

I looked at the weeds piled up next to me, but fortunately I ordered them all. I didn’t know how long it would take to burn firewood after they were dried. I couldn’t keep mosquitoes. Anyway, there was nothing here, but there was no shortage of wood and weeds for burning fire.

With a lighter, it is much easier to make a fire, but it may be because the weeds are not drying out, and the entire mountain top suddenly seemed to have a beacon fire, with thick smoke rolling, and the situation was a bit scary.

Xi Yunfei hesitated for a long time at the fire, and finally shook his head with a self-deprecating look. No one noticed this shitty place, no matter how big the cigarette is, it was estimated that no one would notice.

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Just as Xi Yunfei was happily eating pork head meat with beer.

Massage graves a few miles away.

More than twenty ragged plain people looked at the corpses piled up in the hillside, and their eyes were full of resentment. These corpses were basically villagers in this radius of ten miles. They were captured and used as strong men because the Turks went south to plunder. If they were not obeyed, they would be beaten to death and thrown here.

Among the villagers, a young man about sixteen or seventeen years old sat on the ground lonely, his eyes empty and unconscious, while the villagers walking by were filled with regret and sympathy when they looked at him.

An old man in the crowd walked over with a water hyacinth, handed the gourd in his hand to the young man, and sighed and said, "Dalang, Erlang has a great life, maybe he is still working in the Turkic barracks. You are the only male left in your family now, so you must cheer up."

The young man took the water hyacinth and didn't drink water. He just looked up at the old man who was already crying and red, and said, "Second Master, you don't have to worry about me. I just came here a few times and didn't see Erlang. I don't know if I should be happy or..." [~￥ABC Novel Network                                                                                  

"Of course, I am happy. Life is better than anything else. We have to come here to find the body of our relatives. Do you want Erlang to be as bad as that brat in my family?" The old man reached out and slapped the young man's head, and tried very hard. When talking about his son, the old man's eyes were filled with tears. Why were those Turkic people so cruel and insisted on beating people to death like animals before they were willing to do so.

In this tragic year, the people were surviving like livestock. Today they were skinned and cramped by the taxes under the government, and tomorrow they would be driven by foreign tribes as cows and horses. The weakness of the court disappointed the people, but life still had to continue.

Second Master picked up the water hyacinth on the ground, took a sip like wine, let the water wash away his tears, wiped his cheeks with his broken clothes, and said with a forced smile: "Dalang, go, help Second Master carry the mountain home together."

"Dashan?" The young man's lost eyes returned to the clear light. Dashan was the youngest son of the second master and the last bloodline of the second master's family, but he didn't expect to die: "Second Master, do you think Erlang is really alive?"

Second Master looked back at the rows of corpses, a total of nine, and they were all covered by the villagers with straw mats. Hearing the young man’s problems, Second Master shook his head bitterly: “Second Master doesn’t know, but Yun Fei is a good person, he will definitely survive.”

The young man knew that Erye was comforting himself, but there was a voice in his heart telling himself, 'Erlang is not dead, Erlang is still alive...'

In the distance, a villager shouted to them, "Second Master, Dalang, it's time for us to go back, otherwise it will be dark and the mountain roads will be difficult to walk."

The second master nodded with difficulty and pulled the young man over.

The nine corpses were covered with straw mats, and the corpses were lying on a temporary assembly stretcher, which was wrapped with vines between two pieces of wood. Although simple, it was practical.

The young man and the second master were all alone, lifting the body and leaving.

At this moment, someone next to him suddenly shouted: "Look, what is that?"

"Is it a wildfire?"

"Maybe, but it rained for several days a few days ago, and there was no fire in the deep mountains. How could it burn for no reason?"

The villagers looked north. Although the distance was very far, the mountain was a little taller than a crowd in the dense forest. At this time, there was a wisp of smoke rolling upwards on the top of the mountain. Because there was no wind, it felt like the lonely smoke in the desert was very obvious.

The second master frowned slightly: "Is it because of the Turkic barbarians digging for treasures?"

"Digging treasures? Is the Second Master saying that those Turks are robbing tombs?" the young man said with anger.

"It's very likely. I don't know which noble tomb is the big tomb of this noble. It's buried so remotely, and someone has discovered it."

The villagers were talking about the thick smoke. Tomb robbing was very familiar with Guanzhong. Not to mention the distant past, Cao Mengde of the Three Kingdoms period organized a special tomb robbery organization called the Jinshi Captain.

The young man looked at Gu Yan in a daze, suddenly raised his eyebrows, and had a strong premonition in his heart that he had to go to the mountain to see.

"Second Master, please ask Dabao to do a favor. I want to go there to see it." The young man gave the stretcher to an empty-handed villager next to him. The villager was not old and seemed to obey the young man very much. After taking over, he just looked at him in confusion.

The second master turned around anxiously and scolded, "You don't want to die? That's a Turkic person. Only they can do the things that are so rich that they can make a fortune. Although you can fight, you can't beat four hands with two fists. Don't be gone. If you don't have your only seedling in your family, how can you explain to your mother when you ask me to go back?"

The young man was stunned when he heard this, but his intuition told him that if he didn't go, he might miss something.

"I'm sorry, I must go and see my mother's place... Please take care of you, I will definitely rush home before dawn tomorrow." After saying that, the young man went straight out of the crowd and ran towards the mountain.

The villagers looked at each other, and the second master sighed helplessly: "It's a blessing, not a disaster. I hope the old Xi family won't be as good as me."
Chapter completed!