Feeling the youth that they could squander wantonly, she realized that her mentality was far beyond her body. He was only three or four years older than them, but his attitude toward things was like a middle-aged man in his forties. He had also lived in that era, but what God gave him was not the passionate youth that could be squandered and experienced anywhere, but the torture of illness.
Out of habit, he took out a cigarette and put it in his mouth. Then, he realized that he had to ride a bike later. It was not suitable to smoke while riding a bike. He took the cigarette out of his mouth and stuffed it into the cigarette box. Zhang Wenyuan originally had no cigarettes in his waist. After starting over for dozens of days, he realized that his need for cigarettes was not to the point where he could not smoke or not. He could adjust and control it appropriately. Moreover, because he had no money on him, he had never bought cigarettes. Yang Wanli had stuffed this box of Soft Zhonghua cigarettes into his hands when he left. A box of cigarettes cost more than 60 yuan, so on average, one cigarette was more than three yuan. It was more than six or seven times more than usual. He really couldn't bear to waste it.
There wasn't much time before they came to a conclusion. This time, the freckled girl and the two boys came forward together.
A slightly burly boy spoke in a pure Guanzhong dialect,"Brother, I'm really annoyed with you. Come and have a cigarette.”
Zhang Wenyuan waved his hand and said,"No, let's hurry up. There's still a long way to go."”
After hearing that, the freckled girl turned around and shouted,""Ladies, let's go." Then, the group of people laughed and got into the car to follow behind Zhang Wenyuan.
Even though Zhang Wenyuan's car was 10 to 20 years older than theirs, and it wasn't as energy-saving as a mountain bike or a road bike, they still had to slow down deliberately to keep up.
During this period, a few girls surrounded Zhang Wenyuan and asked him questions. They were nothing more than stories about the mountains and the various animals and scenery. Zhang Wenyuan either nodded or explained in a few words. He also learned from their introductions that they were sophomore students of Xi'an University of Technology. They had heard from their classmates that the scenery of Fengyukou was amazing, so they came to see and relax during the National Day.
Being with them, one could feel the aura of youth and fill their old hearts with vitality. However, the generation gap in experience and mentality made him unwilling to say more.
Although he couldn't understand their way of casually telling strangers everything, he didn't comment too much.
People would meet all kinds of people in their lives, but there were not many who could occupy a place in their hearts. The vast majority of people were just passers-by in their lives, hurrying to and fro. In Ming Yue's eyes, they were just projections of time in the long play of life. In the long river of life, there were no waves and no traces.
Listening to the laughter that sounded like copper bells in the wind, the longing for his wife and daughter suddenly came like a tidal wave, surging in his heart. Unknowingly, he stepped on the pedal and the car shot out like an arrow.
After going down the mountain road and turning around a mountain, the sky suddenly darkened. The afterglow of the setting sun could not reach the top of the mountain. The sky inside the mountain always darkened earlier than the sky outside the mountain.
However, the road along the river to Fengyukou Village was bustling with activity. The river was gurgling. The tourists were either strolling by the river or sitting on the big rocks to admire the light of the sword cast on the top of the mountain. Some young people, surnamed Suo, took off their shoes and socks and stepped barefoot in the clear and bright river. Occasionally, someone would throw one or two small stones down, causing water to splash everywhere. There would be screams and laughter. It was as if everyone here was a friend. No one would hate these harmless jokes.
Upon arriving, the group of students was immediately convinced by the scenery in front of them. Zhang Wenyuan said goodbye to them. He stepped on his bicycle and pedaled hard. He passed through Fengyukou Village, which was full of farmhouses, and headed toward the village.
After leaving Fengyukou Village, the sky became darker.
October was the season when corn ripened. The two-meter-tall corn stalks were like rows of silent and somber soldiers, neatly lined up on both sides, as if they were waiting for the order to attack at any time. Together with the sky that pressed down on the darkness, it was as if time and air had frozen. Those who were less courageous would never dare to pass through it. The suffocating atmosphere would make people unable to breathe.
Zhang Wenyuan was riding his bike in a relaxed manner. This kind of scenery was rare in the city. The heat of the day dissipated, and the cool breeze of the early autumn evening was like the touch of a lover, making people's nervous and anxious mood gradually relax. The darkness could soothe the irritation in the heart, and the constant chirping of the crickets on the roadside was better than the pop music that filled the city.
Occasionally, the beam of the flashlight could be seen cutting through the sky like a sharp sword. Someone was guarding the corn at night. They were not guarding the cornfield against humans, but wild boars that came down the mountain.
At this time, the jade rice grains were full. Each grain was sparkling like a pearl. It had a high sugar content and tasted sweet after being cooked. It could also be stuffed together with the outer shell of the corn under the stove to barbecue. When the outer shell was dry, the ashes would be blown away, revealing the loose yellow corn inside, which was delicious and pleasant. This was just a simple cooking method in the countryside. In the night market in the city, there would be corn in the barbecue place every season. The corn sold here would be brushed with oil sauce and placed on the iron rack of the barbecue. After being roasted, it would be golden and shiny. The unique corn fragrance could spread throughout the entire street.
Humans knew how to enjoy themselves, and animals were not bad either. Young corn with high sugar content was the favorite of monkeys and wild boars. There was no need to mention the monkey's cleverness. The wild boar's nose was also better than a human's eyes. They could smell the sweet taste of corn from a few miles away and would come down the mountain in the evening to cause trouble.
Wild boars lived in groups and practiced polygamy. They would often move out in a family of more than ten. In addition, they did not steal one or two like monkeys and leave immediately. Instead, they would dig into the ground like plowing. Their long mouths were like sickles, and they could eat and destroy an acre of land in a night.
Therefore, the villagers had no choice but to guard the fields for a period of time at night, bringing charging lights, flashlights, and steel forks. The main reason was to disturb them. Wild boars were not brave and did not take the initiative to attack. Under normal circumstances, they would leave quickly as soon as they were disturbed. This way, the guards could relax and did not have to stay overnight.
Of course, there were exceptions. When the wild boar was injured, it would go berserk. At this moment, the wild boar was like the suicide squad. It was in a completely crazy state and would attack anything it saw. It was said that the crazy wild boar had a glorious record of killing a tiger.
Zhang Wenyuan was thinking about whether he should break some fresh and tender corn, boil it, or barbecue it.
"Ah!"
Suddenly, an ear-piercing roar broke the silence of the natural night. Even the chirping of insects by the roadside stopped. In an instant, everything was silent, adding to the miserable and terrifying aura.
What followed was a series of panting and intermittent moans of pain.
When the sound of insects rang out again, Zhang Wenyuan jumped out of the car. He used his quiet ears to identify the direction and quickly ran in the direction of the sound. Although his body was tall and sturdy, he was as agile as an ape when he shuttled through the ground. When he approached the source of the sound, Zhang Wenyuan slowed down his pace and tiptoed to push aside the corn stalks in front of him. There was a small open space in front of them, and a thick persimmon tree stood there. There was a person lying on the tree, and the intermittent sound came from there. Under the tree, a wild boar dug the ground with its four hooves and circled around the persimmon tree. From time to time, it accelerated and stabbed the tree with its head. The thick tree shook violently from the impact, and the green and yellow persimmons on the tree rustled and fell. The person on the tree hugged the trunk tightly to prevent himself from falling. If he fell now, he would really lose his life.
The wild boar had been running in the forest since childhood and had developed a good physical strength. It could run 15-20 kilometers continuously without stopping. This extraordinary physical strength would even make marathon runners feel inferior. The most important thing was that the wild boar's short-distance stabbing speed was also very sharp. Coupled with its brute force, the combination of speed and strength, ordinary people really did not dare to let it touch them. If it was light, it would hurt their tendons and bones, and if it was serious, it could even be fatal.
Zhang Wenyuan took the opportunity when the wild boar turned behind the tree to rush out of the cornfield and climb up the tree like a nimble monkey. The person on the tree was shocked and almost fell off the tree. Fortunately, Zhang Wenyuan quickly pulled him back. When he looked up, he saw that it was Wang Bajin from the north of Li Village.
His surname is Wang, and his name is Ba Jin. In the countryside, especially in remote small mountain villages, naming was very casual. Children were often named after something or something. Wang Bajin weighed eight jin when he was born, so he was named Bajin. Because his surname was Wang, people often omitted the last jin when they called him, and directly called him "Wang Bajin".
Wang Bajin was less than 30 years old and had a kind face. However, his face had changed because of the pain and was covered in sweat. Seeing that it was Zhang Wenyuan, she didn't say anything. She even suppressed her painful moans.
In fact, the villagers were a little afraid of Zhang Wenyuan. To be honest, Zhang Wenyuan used to be chivalrous, but with more ruthlessness, he became a bandit. In addition, his body was naturally strong and burly, and he had practiced martial arts. The pressure he gave ordinary people was quite great.
Zhang Wenyuan looked at his twisted face and asked,""What's wrong? A wild boar arched it?"
Wang Bajin gritted his teeth and stared at the wild boar that was still wandering under the tree."Sigh, I'm so unlucky today. I don't know what's wrong with that dog, but he arched his leg.”
"Why did it attack you?" Zhang Wenyuan asked in confusion.
"God knows what's wrong with this beast.”Wang Bajin replied with a sad face," I was sitting under the tree smoking. A bunch of them came. If they were to enter the ground, this whole valley would be gone." I was so anxious that I threw the pitchfork that was leaning against the tree over. The others were scared away, but this thing turned around and nudged me. If I hadn't reacted fast enough to climb up the tree, I would probably have died in the hands of this beast today.”
Zhang Wenyuan finally understood. That fork must have stabbed the wild boar. Wild boars were very timid if they were not attacked. They would run away in shock. However, once it was injured, it would go crazy and immediately turn from a coward into a blockhead. It would attack anyone it saw, and it would hold grudges. It was often a situation where it would not rest until one of them was dead.
He carefully sized up the guy below. The canine teeth on the long beak were exposed and turned up, forming fangs. This was a male pig. Female pigs did not have fangs. The tusks of a male pig symbolized its status in a family group.
His body was muscular, about 60 to 70 centimeters tall. His limbs were short and thick, and his muscles and strength were mainly concentrated in his upper body. It had a thin and short tail behind it. The mane on his back was long and hard. Because of his excitement and anger, his mane stood up like needles, reaching 16 to 17 centimeters long. These manes had the effect of keeping warm. During the hot summer, a part of them would automatically fall off, leaving only a small part of the back and head. When the weather was cold, they would often grow all over the body to protect against the cold.
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