When I heard that I was going to go into the mountain and to see the cemetery, Cao Yanhua's face turned into a bitter gourd. If he twisted it harder, he would probably lose his bitterness.

Luo Ren has three reasons.

First, there is not much time, only 15 days left.

Second, Wan Fenghuo's side has not made much progress, and the five of them cannot sit and wait, so they have to do something.

Third, based on the situation I have found out in the past two days, the "Long Town" may really be ruined. In this case, there is nothing left to ask about the living people, and they can only rely on the dead to speak.

After all, if "up the mountain" is a tradition for generations in the local area, then those people in the town, Mr. Wei and Miss Wei in private schools, should all be lying on the mountain. If you are lucky, look at the epitaph and inscriptions, and you may have some clues.

He raised his hands to vote, and passed the unanimous vote, although Cao Yanhua raised his hand very reluctantly.

It is expected that there will be no progress in the short term. Luo Ren went to the front desk to renew his room for two days. When he was 13,000 yuan, he picked up the tour introduction page of Zhangtong County, which was enjoyable.

There are quite a lot of attractions in this area, after all, they are old, and Hangu Pass has been called the "first heroic fortress" since ancient times. The surrounding chickens and dogs radiate to the sky, and the attractions are all called "elements" and "must-visit".

"Hey, fat, be careful when entering the mountain." He said to the single page, "The Qinling Mountains are rich in wild animals, and there are also wild boars, black bears... and the richest pheasant group in the world, wow... there is hope of liberating and getting rid of singleness."

Cao Yanhua was not angry and glared at Cao Jiefang, who was excited in the cage at his feet: "What are you jumping around? This kind of chicken in the mountains is not cultured and is not suitable for you."

As he said that, he looked at the community opposite with puzzlement: "What are my little masters taking Sister Hongsha to do?"

When I got in the car, the question was finally answered. Muday brought back several yellow paper, as well as Xiangwa Paper Treasure.

All the way, he instructed: "After arriving at the place, we will burn incense together and bow. We should have a respectful heart, and do not make noises. When walking inside, we should always pay attention to saying 'disturbance'..."

Cao Yanhua heard it and got goosebumps all over his body: "My little master, you are too superstitious. The more you say it, I'm more afraid..."

Mu Dai deliberately grinned his teeth, untied his seat belt, turned around, knelt on the passenger seat, and held his arms in the seat, looking at Cao Yanhua as if he was smiling.

Cao Yanhua kept shrinking back: "Little... Master, don't, I'm afraid of you like this..."

Mudaye Wen: "Cao Pangpang, think about it, they have been dead for hundreds of years, lying peacefully on the ground. I don't know how quiet it is, but suddenly you ran away, not with a human touch, but still running around the roof of someone else's house..."

She actually called that "Ring Roof", and Luo Ren was really amused and crying.

"What's wrong with me asking you to burn paper? It's polite. When you visit someone, you have to bring a gift to the door. The decoration has aroused the neighbors and you have to say hello in advance to let Baobao. Why has it become superstitious?"

Cao Yanhua timidly said: "What the little master said is very true."

Mu Dai snorted, turned around and sat down again, glanced at Luo Ren, and saw her, so he looked back with a look: "What's wrong?"

Luo Ren said: "Tie the safety."

***

When he arrived at the mountain pass outside the city, the car was not easy to enter again. Cao Jiefang stayed in the car to watch the car - if it entered the mountain, it would be too unsanctified.

Several people got off the bus, each with their own backpacks, brought dry food and water, and walked in on foot.

This is like a trail in a canyon. On both sides of the mountains, there are high trees and dense forests, covering the sky and sun, and with a cold and coldness - I don’t know if it is the wind blowing or the psychological effect.

There are many hills, one connected to the other. Mu Dai took a telescope and glanced at it. It was faintly found on each mountain, two monuments hidden among the long grass.

The workload of "tomb sweeping" is not small, and Mu Dai inquired in advance that there was no fixed tomb group formed in the mountains. In other words, each of them was buried. The high, low, near and deep burials all depend on the financial resources of the head of the household and the location of the Feng Shui master at that time.

If you can do your homework in groups, you will probably be more efficient. However, before Luo Ren could express this idea, Cao Yanhua was already trembling: "I think, everyone will be one by one, don't get separated, be more at ease."

So as Muday said, burn incense first and bowed four times. Even so, when I went up to the first mountain, my heart was still pounding, and I couldn't help but hold my breath. I always felt that I was an outsider. When I entered another world, I should pay attention to everything and be careful everywhere.

The forest was a little dark, and several people did not discuss it, so they naturally formed a division of labor. The Wooden Commission helped Luo Ren blew a flashlight to let him see the words on the tombstone. Yan Hongsha was carrying yellow paper. Every time he pulled one or two pieces, he would ignite her fire and put it down. As for Cao Yanhua, his hands were almost closed in front of his chest, and he was "disturbing" anytime, anywhere, from all directions, "Don't be surprised."

There is indeed no logic in the distribution of tombs. Some are lonely tombs, some are three or five of the same surname gather together, some are brick-made stones, and some are just inserted into wooden stakes, and the engravings are used as tombstones. After hundreds of years of wind and rain, the characters are no longer visible, and the wood is decayed, and even fungus grows in the cracks.

It took more than two hours to sweep this mountain, about twenty, and in the ages, there were those from the Republic of China and those from the late Qing Dynasty.

When resting, Luo Ren was standing at a high place and looking far away, looking at the mountain that was endless. He was a little worried: This was the first mountain in the first canyon they arrived at, and the speed... was really worrying.

Indeed, after one day, I swept four hills and found nothing. I also encountered a tomb from the late Ming Dynasty. It was probably stolen, with the cover of the coffin slanted, looking very desolate.

After a tragedy, the few people would have to fill the earth with a burial, which is also a merit.

It's strange that after the construction of this tomb, Cao Yanhua was no longer afraid and said to him that there would be gods three feet above his head. If a person really had a spirit after his death, he knew that we were not bad people and would bless us.

When we left the valley, it was already dark. On the way back, Cao Yanhua hugged Cao Jiefang, scooped a handful of millet in his hand, and watched it eat it loudly, and he actually suggested that this speed was too slow, or we would like to group it tomorrow.

The first day passed like this.

The next day, I divided two groups and there were more places to scan, but the result was still the same. Not all graves would have tombstones, and most of the tombstones were just "test xxx first" and "dead wife xx family". Even if there were words, they could not form a message.

Luo Ren almost doubted whether his direction was correct.

During this period, he was on the phone with Wan Fenghuo, but there was no progress yet. The charlatan also called. He had no worries about everything and said, "Then I won't rush to go there, and I will study it again - this silver-eyed bat will not fly no matter what."

On the third day, I found nothing again. The countdown card saw that it turned to "13", and the morale in the car was extremely low.

Luo Ren said: "Go back and find a restaurant and have a big meal."

Cao Yanhua came to his spirits: "Hotpot! Brother Luo, there is a 'Chongqing Old Hotpot' on the way back, and I have been thinking about it for a long time."

***

When we entered the store, it was already past meal time. Only the guests at the table were boiling in the middle. The big duck pot was boiling. The clear soup was boiling and the red oil was fragrant. What were beef, mutton, fresh lotus, potatoes, shrimps and bean skins filled the two tables. The hot pot was boiling upwards, which was very lively.

Cao Jiefang was tied to the corner of the small table near the door because the owner apologized for asking: "Don't go around the chicken, this hot pot restaurant is so hot..."

This excitement has nothing to do with it, and Cao Jiefang is a little sad.

Halfway through the meal, he picked up a bean skin with three chopsticks and asked Cao Yanhua: "Does Cao Jiefang eat bean skin?"

Cao Yanhua was busy rolling the mutton slices into the spicy oil dish: "Beans are eaten, but the bean skins don't understand."

"I'll try it."

He picked up a bean curd with great enthusiasm. When he walked halfway, he saw Hongsha coming back from the bathroom talking to the shop owner.

"Can you make a bowl of noodles? Want to eat noodles?"

"Sorry, my girl, our hot pot restaurant has no noodles. It was originally the kind that was put in the pot, but it was sold out..."

...

When I came back, the table was still lively and the steaming people couldn't see clearly.

Cao Yanhua asked him: "How is it, will Jiefang eat bean peel?"

"It seems...it's not very interesting."

***

It was already very late to return to the hotel, and each washed up. Cao Yanhua almost cried at the countdown card: "In another hour or two, it will become '12'."

Ten thousand San was brushing his teeth in the bathroom, and was rinsing water. From the corner of his eyes, he suddenly saw Yan Hongsha's back opening the door and leaving.

He quickly spit out water and wiped his mouth and asked Muyo: "What are Hongsha going out for?"

"Why do you ask anything when people go to buy things for girls?"

Is that true? Tin San felt it was strange. After thinking about it, I still opened the door and went out.

The elevator stopped at the ground floor, and it seemed that the red sand had gone down. Ten thousand three thousand hesitated for a while and pressed it down.

After leaving the elevator, no one was seen in the lobby. I asked the front desk and the waiter gave him the way: "Here, I'm going to the kitchen."

Ten thousand three trotted over, the kitchen door was open, and the red sand was inside, and he was talking to a chef wearing a chef's hat.

Don't listen at the door.

"Just put a bowl of ordinary noodles, clean soup noodles, add some vegetables, and then make a poached egg for me."

"Girl, this is not a hotel service, there is no on the menu, so you have to pay extra."

"Yeah, where."

After a while, there was no movement inside. Ten thousand 10,000 went to see it. A casserole was placed in the stove, and the flames licked the bottom of the pot. The chef was washing the vegetables with a net. Yan Hongsha sat on the small stool, holding his knees, staring at the casserole.

Ten thousand □□ came out, suddenly turned around, ran back to the hall, pressed the elevator to go upstairs, and after coming out, he ran all the way to the door of the room, banging the door.

Cao Yanhua was very impatient and even complained to him: "I don't know if I come in and I don't know how to bring my card."

Yi Wan San pushed him away, rushed to Yan Hongsha's luggage a few steps, opened the zipper and looked around. Mu Dai was surprised: "Yi Wan San, what are you doing?"

He didn't answer, and turned it over and pinched it to the inner layer of the duffel bag. It was hard and seemed to be a stuck, so he quickly pulled it open.

Luo Ren came over, and Cao Yanhua and Mu Daye also came over.

Ten thousand three looked at Yan Hongsha’s ID card, and after that, he would say in a depressed voice: “We are all fools… Today is Hongsha’s birthday…”

***

I ate the noodles one by one, and the poached eggs are made of sugar. The chopsticks are pierced, and the golden heart flows out. I feel so happy that I feel.

She tried hard to delay time, trying to make this bowl of noodles last longer. The chef was impatient and she drank the last bite of noodle soup.

She put the empty bowl into the pool and said, "Sorry, please wash the dishes."

Then came out.

After entering the elevator, pressing the floor and quietly heading up.

In the past, every birthday was grand. Old Man Yan would book a private room in a big hotel and put on a large table of carefully cooked dishes. She could taste it lightly or not move a chopstick, but she would have to eat the last birthday noodles.

The simplest type is silver silk noodles, green leafy vegetables, and a poached egg. Old man Yan said, "This is longevity noodles. You must eat them for a hundred years."
To be continued...