Although it is Inner Mongolia, it is actually not far from Heilongjiang, and it is almost at the Outer Mongolia border. The residents are mainly Han people, and only a few Manchu and Mongolian people. If you have never been to Ganggang Yingzi, you will never think of how difficult that place is. There are six people in our group of educated youth, four men and two women. When we arrive, we are stunned. There are rolling mountains and endless primeval forests around us. If you walk a hundred miles away, you can't see anyone.

There is no road access here, let alone electricity. Lighting an oil lamp is a cadre treatment. In this place, the flashlight is equivalent to living in the presidential suite now. It is completely impossible to imagine in the city. At that time, we thought that all parts of the motherland were upstairs and downstairs, and there were electric lights and telephones.

However, I felt it was fresh at that time. I had never seen such a big mountain. It was the first time I had eaten many things produced in the mountains. The nearby mountains are rich, with a lot of mountain goods, and I could catch fish in the river, so I didn’t have to worry about not having enough food. Later, after returning to the city, I heard them go to Shaanxi to go to the countryside and say that they were really complaining. I have never seen a decent grain in recent years.

The educated youth's life is not too heavy, because this place is backed by the mountains and eats the mountains and does not have many crops. In summer, we take turns to see the crops in the fields. Because we are afraid of being eaten by wild animals, one or two people have to live in the fields to spend the night every night.

The crops in the mountains are not a thousand-mile green gauze tent like the North China Plain, but a piece to the east and west, and a piece to open a piece of field wherever the land is flat. So I often go out to walk around at night. That night, I happened to catch up with my fat man and I sleep in the straw shed. I went out for a walk, but when I saw that it was nothing, I felt like I went back to sleep.

When I was almost at the straw shed, I saw a reunited white shadow not far from the straw shed. I rubbed my eyes and looked carefully. It was indeed not a dazzle, but it was too dark to see clearly what it was. I didn't believe in ghosts at that time and thought it was an animal, so I picked up a wooden stick and wanted to drive it away.

A white thing in the darkness was shaking slightly. What exactly was this? It didn't look like an animal, but why would it move if it wasn't an animal? It was too dark and I didn't have a kerosene lamp to illuminate what it was.

Although I am not afraid of ghosts, when facing unknown things, I still have some fear and dare not swing the stick to hit it directly. The stick in my hand is actually a thick branch picked up from the ground. I used the branch to poke the pile of white things, which was very soft... Suddenly, I heard the fat man screaming in the dark: "Ah...what are you doing? Hu Bayi! Why are you doing with the branch to poke my butt?"

A false alarm was found. It turned out that the fat man ate unclean fruit during the day and had a stomachache at night. He squatted there and put his thirst on the thorns. In the dark, his big white butt was conspicuous.

The next morning, the fat man refused to give in and asked me to compensate him, claiming that he scared me to death by more than one million brain cells last night. I said, can you have so many brain cells in your brain? You and you are both poor bachelors. After receiving the highest instructions, come to the countryside to receive the necessary re-education of poor and lower-middle peasants. What do you want me to compensate you? I can tell you in advance that as your close revolutionary comrade-in-arms, all my belongings are the last pair of pants I wear now. You wouldn't ask me to compensate you with these pants, right?

The fat man smiled wickedly and said that it wouldn't be necessary. I saw a very large honeycomb in the old forest of Tuanshanzi yesterday. Come with me and poke the honeycomb. Let's get some honey and drink it, and you can also exchange honey for rabbit meat with swallow's father.

Yanzi is the name of a girl. Her father is a famous old hunter in the village. Fatty and I both live in the educated youth spot at her home. The father and daughter often go to the mountains to hunt and invite us to eat wild game from time to time. We always feel that it is a bit disgusting to eat other people's good things, but we are too poor and there is nothing to use to invite Yanzi and his daughter.

The fat man discovered a big honeycomb, so we decided to get some honey back and give it to the swallow. Both of us were anxious and did it as soon as we said. In the past, Fat man and I were both famous naughty kings in the entire military region. It was nothing to poke a honeycomb, and we often acted ten times more powerful than this.

I was afraid of getting lost, so I borrowed his hunting dog from Swallow. This was a half-large puppy. It was raised by Swallow. Swallow named the puppy Lizihuang, but he had never been willing to take it out for hunting. When we saw that we were going to Tuanshanzi to play, he lent the dog to us.

Tuanshanzi is not far from the straight line of our village, but because there is no road, I crossed mountains and ridges and walked for half a day before I arrived. The forest was huge. The people in the village once warned us not to go in, saying that there were bears inside. We had seen a man in the village with only half of his face. When he was a child, he met a bear here. Fortunately, Yan Zi's father arrived in time and shot and scared the bear away and rescued him. However, the child's face was still licked by the bear. The bear's tongue was covered with thorns. A large piece of meat was licked off. His left face had no eyes and ears, and his nose and mouth were also crooked. He was in his forties and could not get a wife. The old people in the village would cry when they talked about him.

Although we are bold, we dare not enter the primeval forest rashly. The beehive that Fatty mentioned was discovered on the edge of the forest when he and the villagers came to pick pine seed oil. The beehive was on a big tree near a stream outside the forest.

But unexpectedly, the honeycomb is too big, bigger than the ones we have poked before. From a distance, it looks like a calf without limbs hanging on a tree, with huge black stinging bees flying around inside, and the buzzing sound is deafening.

I said, Xiaopang, just cheat me, is this a honeycomb? This is simply a big hornet atomic bomb. Is it okay to be stabbed and exploded? The fat man said that's right, would it be necessary to find you if an ordinary honeycomb is needed? I solved it myself, how about it? Do you dare to do it?

I said what this is. Our team is invincible. We are not afraid of American imperialist aircraft and tanks. How many little bees can we be afraid of? They are all his grandmother's paper tigers, **** mother. Today we will eat honey.

Having said that, you can't do it recklessly. If you make a mistake, you will be stung to death by the hornets. This kind of bee is so huge, it must be poisonous. No need to take too much. Just one or two of them will be done. There happened to be a small river next to it, which is called God helping me. I took out a piece of cake and broke it up, fed it yellow chestnuts and let it run away from a distance. Then each put on the military coat he brought, wore a dog-skin hat and tied a scarf, put on gloves, and covered a transparent sand towel in front of the hat that I had borrowed from a female educated youth. After checking that there was no spot of skin and flesh on my body, the fat man found two hollow reeds, one by one, and prepared to jump into the river to avoid the attack of the bee swarm to breathe.

After we were about to stop, we came to the tree like two bloated bears, one step and three times. I held a ball of winter seed grass and matches in my hand. The fat man counted with a long pole: "One, two, three." After counting to three, he used a long pole to pole to pole the part connected to the tree trunk. Without pole four or five times, the huge honeycomb fell under the tree, and countless hornets inside immediately flew out like a camp, forming a large area of ​​black fog in the sky, buzzing over our heads.

I prepared in advance quite well. Regardless of the attack of the bee colony, I lit the winter seed grass with a match and placed it on the downwind vent next to the honeycomb. The giant bees flying out of it lost their sense of direction when smoked and flew everywhere. The fat man and I used soil to pile a firewall around the burning dead grass to prevent a burning fire from forming.

At this time, the hornets that were not smoked had already recognized the target and rushed towards us. I felt like hail was falling on my head, and I didn't dare to stop anymore. I hurriedly ran to the stream next to me with the fat man. The stream was not deep, and it was less than one meter deep. One of us pierced to the bottom, and the hornets on our bodies were washed away by the stream. I pressed the dog-skin hat on my head with one hand to prevent it from being washed away by the water, and took out the reeds with the other hand to breathe.

After a long time, I found that the bee swarm was either drowned or fainted by smoke. There was no danger. Although it was midsummer, the streams in the mountains were cold. My whole body was already frozen by the stream water. I finally climbed ashore and lie on the stone to breathe heavily. The sun on my head made my whole body warm and I felt indescribable.

After a while, the fat man couldn't hold on anymore and climbed up the shore. Halfway through, he suddenly uttered a roar and raised his arm suddenly. Something was pierced in his hand, and blood was flowing.

I hurriedly went down to the stream to help him. The fat man held the wound tightly and said, "Be careful, it seems that there is a broken bowl in the river, and ******* has pierced me to death."

There is no one living nearby, so how could there be a broken bowl? I was curious, took off my light, sneaked into the stream with bare arms, and found half a broken porcelain bowl where the fat man was stabbed. Looking at the style and blue pattern of the bowl, it looked a bit like the blue and white porcelain of the Northern Song Dynasty that my grandfather collected before.

My grandfather's antique calligraphy and paintings were smashed by the Red Guards when they broke the four old ones. I didn't expect that the fragments of such antiques could be seen in the deep mountains and forests. It was really a bit intimate, but this thing was useless to me. I raised my hand and threw the half of the broken bowl into the woods.

The fat man also stripped all the wet clothes, wrapped the holes on his hands, and jumped into the stream. We took a shower, then hung our clothes, shoes and socks one by one on the pebbles by the stream. I whistled and greeted Li Zihuang to come back.

I saw Li Zi Huang running back from a distance, holding a fat gray hare in his mouth. I wonder what the unlucky rabbit was doing, but it actually hit Li Zi Huang, a hunting dog that was still in the internship. When I saw a hare, I was overjoyed and rolled on the ground with Che Zi Huang in his arms. It was such a good dog. I broke a large piece of honeycomb from the hive to reward it.

The fat man said: "When we go back, we will also ask someone to raise some puppies, and we will have rabbit meat to eat every day from now on."

I said, "You think so beautifully. How many rabbits in the mountains can't stand your big trough and eat them hard. Stop talking nonsense. I'm really a little hungry. You should clean up the rabbits quickly and I'll pick up firewood to make a fire."

The fat man washed the rabbits by the stream. I carried the pine branches and lit a bonfire. I applied a thick layer of honey to the peeled hare and put them on the fire to grill it. After a while, the fragrance of honey-made roasted rabbit meat dissipated in the air. I cut off the rabbit head and fed it to the dog. The remaining rabbit meat was split in half and eaten with the fat man. I had never eaten such a fragrant thing before. I almost swallowed my fingers together. Although there was no oil and salt seasoning, the hare meat made of wild honey and roasted with pine branches had a unique natural flavor. I would never imagine that there would be such delicious things in the world in my life. The life of educated youth is like this. We were driven to the remote mountainous areas by society. While we lost some things, we also got some things that we could not get in the city. It seems that some things in life cannot be used and lost.

After eating, I saw that it was getting late and my clothes were almost dry, so I used thick branches to build huge honeycombs. The two of them carried them one after another, singing revolutionary songs back to the village: "The sky is great, not as determined as all of us, fathers and mothers are not as good as the kindness of the Communist Party." This was the sound of a whip hitting the golden tread, and they sang triumphant songs together. The only thing that was not very harmonious was that the excited barking of chestnuts and yellow dogs was mixed with our loud revolutionary songs, which made me feel a bit like the atmosphere of the Japanese entering the village in the movie.

When I returned to the village, I saw that half of the people were missing, so I asked Yanzi: "Where have Yanzi your father and the others been?"

While helping us carry the beehive, Yanzi replied: "The water from Chaganha River has been flooded, and the wood in the forest farm has been soaked. At noon, most people in the village went there to help carry the wood. The branch secretary asked me to tell you to take good care of the crops and don't cause trouble. They will take seven or eight days to come back."

The least I don’t like to listen to others’ words that don’t let me cause trouble. It’s like I’m born to be a person who causes trouble everywhere, so I said to Yanzi: “Is the branch secretary confused by drinking? What kind of trouble can we cause? We are all good children of Chairman Mao.”

Yanzi smiled and said, "You are not causing trouble yet?" After beating these educated youth in your city, the hens in the village made you so much that you couldn't lay eggs."

The other two male educated youths we were with also went to the forest farm, and only Fatty and two other female educated youths were left. We were not sent to the forest farm to work because we went out to play. We felt very lucky. We controlled the honey into the jar and filled more than a dozen large clay pots. Swallow said that the remaining hives could be eaten in whole dishes, and we would cook the roe deer meat for you to cook for the hives in the evening.

When I talked about fat people, I was happy and said that today's life is similar to the Chinese New Year. I just ate roasted rabbit meat in the afternoon, and then ate roe deer meat to stir-fry the beehouse in the evening, and my saliva was flowing out. Swallow asked where we roasted rabbits? I told the story. Swallow said, "Oh, don't mess around, roast hares by the old forest, and the aroma of meat will lead the human bear out."

When we heard her say this, it was really dangerous. Fortunately, the bear may not smell the aroma of barbecue when he was sleeping. While I was helping the swallows to set fire, I told the story of the fat man being broken into pieces in the stream. How could there be such blue and white porcelain bowls from the Song Dynasty in the wilderness?

Yanzi said that it was not new at all. When the girl in our village got married, there were several bottles and jars for dowry, all of which were fished out of the river.

The more I heard it, the more I felt strange. Can I still catch antiques in the river? Swallow also turned out two porcelain bottles from under the bed for me to see: "It's not grown in the river, but they all rushed down from the upper reaches. The source of these rivers near our village is Niuxin Mountain in Lamagou. I heard that the mountain was buried, and it was not the tomb of the empress dowager in the Liao Dynasty and Jin Dynasty. The good things buried in the old nose went there. Many people wanted to find the tomb, but they didn't find it, or they couldn't get out after entering the Lamagou. The forest in Lamagou is old. My father once saw savages appearing in the ditches. Some people said that Niuxin Mountain was haunted. Anyway, no one dared to go again in the past few years."

As he spoke, night fell, and swallows could cook the food. The fat man went to call two other female educated youths to have dinner. As soon as he went, he ran back with one of them, Wang Juan, panting and snorting. I hurriedly asked them what had happened?

Wang Juan gasped for a long time before she made it clear that the female educated youth Tian Xiaomeng, who was with her, wrote a letter from her home saying that her mother had asthma and was hospitalized and she was quite ill. Tian Xiaomeng heard that the Bodhisattva fruit growing in the Lama Groove is effective for asthma, so she went to the Lama Groove alone to pick the Bodhisattva fruit. She went there since the morning and has not come back until now.

How high is the blue veins in my forehead? Tian Xiaomeng is too rash. The place is full of primeval forests. Even experienced hunters in the village dare not go there casually. Why did she go there alone?

Wang Juan cried and said that I couldn't stop her. Let's go find her quickly. What if something happens?

But now all the laborers in the village have gone to the forest farm, and the remaining people are old and young. If you want to find someone, I and Fatty will go. Yanzi also took the chestnut Huang and the hunting rifle with us, leaving Wang Juan to watch the crops in the village.

If there is a dog in the mountains, we are not afraid of getting lost. We dare not delay. We lit a torch and led Li Zihuang into the mountain overnight. There is no road to go in the deep mountains and forests. I really can't figure out how Tian Xiaomeng, a girl, dares to be single and break into the deepest part of the mountain. The fat man said that she might be in a hurry, and whose mother is sick, she is not in a hurry.

Because it was dark, the dogs had to track the smell. Chestnut Huang had not received professional tracking training and often lost it and had to turn back and look for it again. So we walked very slowly. After four or five hours, we walked all night, dawn appeared in the east. The morning breeze in the forest made people get goose bumps. The fresh air made people feel energetic. Swallow pointed to us west: "Look, that mountain is Niuxin Mountain."

Fatty and I looked west. Among the mountains covered by the vast forests, there was a strange and huge mountain peak. The whole mountain was like a cow's heart. Nine large waterfalls like white jade dragons were flowing down the mountain. The porcelain the villagers picked up rushed out of these waterfalls. It seemed that the legendary tomb of the Empress Dowager of Liao might be in the mountain, but no one could find the entrance for so many years.

When I saw this spectacular mountain, I suddenly felt a feeling, and assured Chairman Mao that I had seen such a mountain. After a thought, I finally remembered a record I saw when I was flipping through the broken book left by my grandfather. This landscape pattern is an excellent Feng Shui treasure cave, with hope in front and back behind. The nine waterfalls seem to be the Nine Dragons taking water, dividing the hills like a blooming lotus. By the way, it seems to be called "Nine Dragons Covered Jade Lotus".

The nine waterfalls on the mountain are one or less, or there is no such large water flow, which cannot reach the pattern of the Nine Dragons covering the jade lotus. Nine is the largest in single digits, has the hidden meaning of supreme, has the same pronunciation, and has the same meaning as eternal, and has always been regarded as the most auspicious number. In addition, if the water flow of the waterfall is smaller, it will not be called a dragon, it is a snake.

There are also some other names for this Feng Shui treasure cave called "Luo Shen Yan". According to the book, the most suitable one is to bury women in such places. If a man is buried, his family will be in trouble.

At this time, I felt a little in my heart that my grandfather's book "The Secret Technique of Yin and Yang Feng Shui" was not a messy four old one. The content in the book was indeed meaningful, and I have to read it carefully after I go back.

However, I don’t think this Feng Shui technique has any practical value. Since ancient times, there have been so many emperors and generals in China. Which one of them was buried casually after death? The historical torrent of dynasties and the rise and fall of the rise and fall can be controlled by the ancestral tombs whether they are buried well or not.

Yanzi pointed to the valley in front of Niuxin Mountain and said, "This is the famous Lama Valley. It is said that there are savages in it, and they are still haunted at night."

The fat man looked at the primeval forest in the valley that was covered with the sky and sun, frowned and said, "If Tian Xiaomeng enters the Lama Grotto, he will definitely get lost. We only have three people and one dog, so it is a bit difficult to find her."

I saw that the two of them were a little discouraged, so I cheered them up and said, "Communist materialists should not believe that there are any ghosts in the world. Whether it is a ghost or a savage, even if it is a bad luck when I meet it, I will capture a few of them alive and take them to Beijing to give them to Chairman Mao. Chairman Mao must be surprised when he sees it."

Fatty, like me, was born into a military family. He was born with a fearless element in his blood. After hearing what I said, he became energetic and ready to go into the ditch.

Only Yan Zi was worried. As a local, she had heard countless terrible legends about this Lama ditch since she was young, and naturally she had a congenital fear. But now it is important to save people, so she could only leave those behind.

The three of them sat down and ate some dry food and had some equipment. We had two shotguns in total. These two guns were used by Yan Zi and her father when hunting. One was three sleeves, and the other was a pole lift commonly used by Oroqen people. Both guns were very backward, all of which were loaded with a front bore, which had great close-range lethality. However, shooting targets 35 meters away from the target, the power and accuracy were difficult to guarantee, so it was easy to hit a hare, roe deer, and so on.

Since I was six years old, my father took me to the shooting range to play with guns. I am familiar with the PLA's standard long and short guns, but I have no confidence in controlling this kind of flintlock hunting rifle. The fat man has similar experience as me. We discussed it. I took one shotgun and Yan Zi each, and the fat man took a machete for chopping wood. I was about to stop, so the three of them plunged into the dense forest of the Lama Grotto.

In the Lamadou, compared with the legendary savages and mountain ghosts, the most real and direct threat comes from the human bear. Although the human bear is both bear and the black blind man, the human bear likes to walk on the street, so he gets this name. The human bear is huge in size, thick skin and flesh. Hunters dare to attack the human bear only when they are in groups and with a large number of hunting dogs. If a person encounters the human bear in the primeval forest with a broken gun, it is almost equivalent to being sentenced to death.

After walking in the forest for more than half a day, the sound of the nine waterfalls on Niuxin Mountain rumbling louder and louder. Seeing that the Lama Guln had reached its end, it was almost at the foot of Niuxin Mountain.

The man from Bear was not seen, nor did he see Tian Xiaomeng. The fat man was so tired that he sat on the ground: "No... I really... I can't walk anymore."

Yanzi said let's take a break for a while. Lizihuang seemed to be unable to find Tian Xiaomeng's smell. Oh, what can I do? If I can't find her, the branch secretary and my father would not scold me to death when they come back.

I was tired enough, so I picked up the kettle and took a few bites, and said to the two of them: "Isn't Tian Xiaomeng so a bear to eat? Otherwise, it might be that he was caught by the savage and became the wife of the village."

We were resting and chatting, and suddenly I heard the chestnut yellow screaming at the depths of the dense forest. The hunting dogs are all good dogs of good blood. They would never be so yelling in extreme danger.

I asked Yanzi: "What's wrong with the dog? Did you find any wild beast?"

The swallow's face was pale: "Come up the tree, it's a human bear."

When I heard that it was a human bear, I hurriedly climbed up a big tree in a few seconds. When I looked down, I saw that the swallow was holding the fat man's butt hard. The fat man couldn't climb a tree, so I struggled to hold the tree trunk and rubbed it up little by little. I quickly slipped down from the tree and held the fat man's butt with the swallow. The fat man finally climbed up the lowest tree fork, and lay on it sweating profusely and said, "I... this tree *******... is too tall!"

The chestnut yellow screamed more and more quickly. Before I could climb the tree and I could see a black-haired bear emerging from the bushes. When it saw the living person, it immediately became excited and stood and roared like thunder.

Yan Zi has been hunting in the mountains with her father for many years, and she has extremely rich experience. Without having time to think about it, she raised her hunting rifle and fired a shot at the bear. The fire splashed, and the projectile hit the bear's belly.

Because the distance is very close and the abdomen of the human bear is the softest, the shot opened a big hole in its belly, and blood and intestines flowed out at the same time. The human bear was injured and extremely angry. He stuffed his intestines back with his big bear's paws, and then rushed towards the swallow. The swallow's hunting rifle could not be fired continuously, and there was nowhere to escape from the trees and thorns behind him, so he could only close his eyes and wait for death.

It is important to save people. I didn't even bother to think about it. I hurriedly raised my gun and aimed at the head of the bear. If this shot failed, the swallow would be finished. Thinking of this, my hands were a little shaking. I gritted my teeth and pulled the plate machine. With a bang, the huge recoil of the tooth-raising hunting rifle almost knocked me over and sat on the ground. I don't know if the musket had insufficient lethality or if I shot it missed. Although it hit the bear's head, it just blinded one of its eyes.

Although this shot was not fatal, it saved the swallow. The bear blinded his eyes, his face was covered with blood, and half an eyeball was hanging on his sockets. It became even more crazy, and he threw the swallow away and rushed straight towards me.

At this time, the chestnut yellow bit the bear's hind legs from behind. The bear turned his head and wanted to catch the chestnut yellow. The chestnut yellow was very alert. When he saw the bear turn around, he ran away and bared his teeth and provoked the bear.

As soon as it slowed down, Yanzi and I both grabbed the life-saving time for more than ten seconds and climbed up the big trees respectively.

The human bear was not injured slightly, and its intestines were penetrated, and a large part of it flowed out. It also blinded one eye. Even the tiger was afraid of it in the mountains. It had never suffered such a big loss. It wanted to catch the chestnut yellow, but it was not as fast as the hunting dog. It wanted to bite those three people. The guys climbed up the big tree again. After walking under the tree for a few times, although they had a stomach full of evil fire, they didn't know what to do for a moment. They were furious and roared towards the sky, shaking the valley.

I lay on the big tree and saw the bear below in a hurry, forgetting that he was in a limit situation. He felt funny and shouted to the fat man on another tree: "Little Pang, why haven't your second uncle left yet? Why are you wandering around with the one below? Tell it, don't be too lazy to think about it."

The fat man is not afraid of human bears but high heights. In modern terms, he may be a little afraid of heights. He was trembling with fear on the tree fork, but he heard that I was squeezing him, but he refused to suffer losses and started to scold me: "Hu Bayi, just *******, just be immoral. The person below is not my second uncle. If you see clearly, then you will say that, isn't that your wife?

I laughed loudly, pointed to the man below and said to the fat man, "Oh, I read it wrong. It turns out that this is your aunt, I won't be your uncle."

The fat man was so angry that he wanted to throw the pine cones on the tree, but he held the branch tightly with both hands, for fear that he would fall down as soon as he let go, so he didn't dare to make too much movement, so he could only stare at me.

I felt even more funny when I saw the fat man, but my smile froze immediately. The bear under the tree was climbing up the big tree where I was desperately apart.

Although it was heavy, it had a very powerful force and was seriously injured. The pain had completely lost its mind. In its eyes, there were only three of us and one dog. It stared at a blood-red bear's eyes. The flesh thorns on the big bear's paws firmly clamped the tree trunk, and its huge body climbed up to a distance of more than one meter high with every jump. I cursed in my heart: "Who told me that bears can't climb trees? Isn't this a trick?"

There is a saying in the mountains for an old hunter to tell young hunters: I would rather fight a tiger than a crazy bear. A bear who is completely crazy because of injury has amazing destructive power and explosive power. I was shocked and I had no intention of joking with the fat man. I kept thinking about how to get out.

At this time, the swallow reminded me: "Hurry... hurry up and put iron sand and hit it in the other eye!"
To be continued...