"Yes! Got it."
"It's fine, it's fine!" Jing Song quickly smiled and said. My eyes are small, but don't they look like they're constantly squinting? The mountains in our country are all bare stone mountains. We are poor…how can we compare to this place!”
As for the living expenses and accommodation of the four of them, they had already been arranged. Along the river, a nine-room, two-story, three-yard, and stairway bungalow was built next to the old house of Family Jing. The wooden and stone structure was exquisite and sturdy. She would stay with her grandparents for the time being. After Jing Feng and Jing Song found wives and got married, she would separate from her grandparents. She would have three rooms in a house and three separate doors. The living expenses were handed over to his grandfather at 8,000 yuan per month. Jing Feng's account still had the pocket money that his mother, Chairman Ji, had deposited for him from time to time. It ranged from tens of thousands to hundreds of thousands.
Escorted by his parents and sister, Jing Feng and his adopted brother, Jing Song, were on their way to Huaxibao Village when they bumped into the villagers who were sending off the former university student, the village chief, to be promoted to deputy mayor.
In the distance, the sound of gongs and drums filled the sky, firecrackers rang out, flags fluttered, and smoke filled the air.
"What? Dad, brother, this…there's still a broken gong! Why does it sound like an iron bucket being knocked?”
" What's that sound?... Nonsense! Mom-Brother was spouting nonsense again.”
Jing Li didn't like her younger brother who was seven and a half years younger than her. It wasn't that she didn't love him, but she blamed him for being stupid!
Ji Fou looked at her husband and was about to say what she was thinking. Nonsense!" However, before he could say anything, Jing Song spoke up." This is really the sound of an iron bucket being knocked! I played it when I was young."
"That's right! I've played it before. I knocked and ran, and ran and shouted,'The devils have entered the village, the devils have entered the village...'"
"Shut up! Silly…who are you scolding?" Jing Li stopped her younger brother with extreme dissatisfaction, and glared at her older brother Jing Song, who she had clearly expressed that she did not hate, with the intention of blaming him for encouraging her younger brother Jing Feng to be foolish. The two teams bumped into each other. There were more cars than people entering the village. There were three luxury cars and three men walking. There were only a few cars out of the village, but there were many people. There was only a single Byd sedan, and a large group of people were walking there. Most of them were young people, and there were at least a hundred of them. Those who knew them would find that this group of people were mainly the three major families of Huaxi Fort Village, or rather, the three tycoons of the three major surnames. They brought their own workers, followers, and the leaders of the village committee, including the village director, the village accountant, the director of the village women's federation, and the militia battalion commander and the captain of the mountain guard team.
It was a pity that Jing Feng, his father, and his adopted brother didn't know any of these people. It was embarrassing to say that they didn't know anyone from the same village. However, it wasn't strange." When I was young, I left home and came back." Occasionally, when I returned home, I didn't see anyone.
Unexpectedly, when they were staring at each other, the last villager turned back to look at the father and son of the Jing Clan and blurted out,"Commander Jing, Uncle Xiaozhi! Third Grandpa said that they were coming back, so it must be Uncle Xiaozhi!”
When these young people shouted, the promoted village chief woke up and shouted as if he had suddenly realized something,"Stop, stop, stop! He turned around to welcome the leader of the municipal party committee, Director Jing! He's a big shot in your village!"
Thus, the group of people who had walked past returned with a whoosh. In an instant, some called him uncle, some called him brother, and some called him grandfather. Only the former village chief was so enthusiastic that he took a big stride forward to Jing Feng's father. He held his hands and said,"Sorry for the disrespect! It's all my fault for not recognizing the presence of the old regiment commander, Director Jing! My name is Li Tong. I used to be the village chief of this village. I've been promoted to the town as the deputy mayor. Please take care of me, Director Jing!……You, are you going home to visit your relatives, or are you going to the countryside to inspect work?”
"Please don't stand on ceremony! I'm Jing Zhi, and my home is on the river bank in front…I'm here to send my son back to his hometown to farm!”
"What? High moral integrity! The municipal party committee leader actually sent his son to the mountain village to train in this vast world!”
"Haha! That was too serious! Praise, praise, praise! His son was unworthy. He was originally a rural resident, so it was only natural for him to return to his hometown to build!”
"That's right, that's right! Of course, of course! I still remember the name of a grandson in the old man's household register. His name is…Jing Feng! Right? Junior's memory is pretty good, right?"
"Haha! Not bad? Thank you for your concern, Mayor Li! Please continue to take care of your youngest son in the future!”
"Please rest assured, leader. I will definitely do it!”Li Tong turned around and said to a few fat young men in the group," Did you hear that? In the future, no matter who became the village head, they had to take care of the leader's family so that the leader would not have any worries. This would also enable the leader to do his best for the party and the people.”
Those who were listening to Li Tong immediately nodded and bowed, smiling as they promised," Definitely! Don't worry! Don't worry!" After saying that to Li Tong, he turned around and said to Jing Feng and Director Jing.
The farewell ceremony unexpectedly turned into a welcoming ceremony. The team gathered around the car and escorted it to the back of the house. Before he could take a closer look at a brand new bungalow, Jing Feng quietly found a few young men in the crowd who were carrying iron buckets and basins. He was so happy that he went to play with them.
It was said that there was a plant on Corsica that had a special smell in the wind. People here could find their homes by smell alone. It was the same in the Flower Stream Valley. The fragrance of the flowers from the two banks of the Wanhua Stream not only filled the air in the mountain area, but also permeated the wind. The most wonderful thing was that it also permeated the water of the Wanhua Stream. Therefore, this area was rich in fragrant beauties. The women from the mountain village had hot figures and beautiful looks. Their bodies were naturally fragrant, and even their sweat smelled good. Moreover, the fragrance here was not just the fragrance of flowers. It was sweet but not greasy, sour but not obvious, not strong, not light, not hard, not spicy, not choking, not pungent, and the kind that was refreshing, smooth, and soft.
The Wanhua Creek lived up to its name. There were flowers in all four seasons, especially in spring and summer. Although there were not 10,000 kinds of flowers, there were definitely more than a thousand kinds. The small one was as big as a needle tip, like a rootless duckweed; The big ones had big bowls, like dahlias, and the long ones bloomed all year round, like small hibiscus. The flowering period was short, like a wheat flower. Colorful purples and reds filled the air with fragrance. The Wanhua Creek meandered in the big valley of the Northern Mountain area. After flowing eastward through the Huaxi Fort, the water flow became larger and the riverbed became wider. It was no longer called the Wanhua Creek, but the Qingxiang River.
Huaxibao Village belonged to Xianghe Town, Xianghe Town belonged to Yuzhu County, Yuzhu County belonged to Shuangfeng City, and Shuangfeng City belonged to Beishan Province.
It was the spring of March. It was past ten o'clock on the evening of the 15th. The moonlit night in the mountain village was even more poetic and beautiful. Two young men walked out of the old courtyard under the western-style building at the westernmost end of the Flower Creek Fort, one after the other. They tiptoed toward the mountain very quickly.
The short and muscular one in front and the tall and fat one behind. The tall and fat man was undoubtedly Jing Feng. What was he doing? Tonight, he was specifically following his brother, Jing Song, to see what Jing Song was doing in the mountains every night.
Jing Feng watched his brother walk into the mouth of the Ten Thousand Flower Valley and into the stream bed. Jing Feng knew that it was better to walk along the stream into the valley because there was moonlight here. The forest on the bank was dark. Although the moonlight was clear and bright like water, it was blocked by the branches and leaves, and it became mottled and dark.
However, there was indeed something that Jing Feng did not know about! Three smaller figures followed behind him, including a woman. These three people had quietly appeared from the corner of the small building and followed him all the way.
Jing Feng didn't dare to get too close to his brother, and the people behind him didn't dare to get too close either. Suddenly, the voices of two women came from the tall reed bushes.
"Oh my god! Were they humans or ghosts? Why is there a tail?"
"I've never seen it before either! This…This is a bunch of old men and women. Why do they all have long tails?”
"Mom! Let's go home! How could there be a person with a long tail in the world? These are all mountain ghosts!"
"I heard from the elders that there are mountain ghosts with tails in this mountain, but that was only passed down from generation to generation. I've never heard of anyone actually seeing them. How did we get to see it? Girl! Don't make so much noise, we have to go home quickly!”
"Yes! Let's go!"
Jing Feng listened to this conversation. There was anxiety, fear, and sweetness. Although he was surprised, he was not afraid. Instead, he felt comfortable. Stealing a few steps forward, he saw his brother stretching his head and bending his waist. His gaze should be looking forward, shaped like a leopard that could attack at any time.
The three people behind her heard the woman's conversation. A low and small voice muttered in surprise,""Is it the Flower Snake Girl? They still dare to enter the mountain at night?"
As her voice was soft, Jing Feng, who was in front of her, did not hear her, let alone Jing Feng's brother. At this moment, the mother and daughter's voices sounded again. They seemed to be panicking, and at the same time, there were rustling footsteps.
"Oh my god! Those old mountain ghosts seem to be chasing after us…"
"I can't see clearly. Aiya! Girl, that's not a tail. It's a belt around the waist. The clothes on her body are casually wrapped with an unknown color cloth. There's a strip tied around her waist, and the rest is dragged behind her…Are they really running towards us?”
"Yes! It was true! There are too many ghosts…Mom, run!"
A moment later, a mother and daughter pair passed by Jing Feng's brother and ran towards Jing Feng's hiding place. Jing Feng's brother suddenly jumped out from the reeds and shouted at the bank of the stream,"I know you are from the underground, not mountain ghosts. Ghosts are just shadows, and there will be no shadows under the moonlight. You are humans, don't hurt the people here. I'm not afraid of you!”
Under the moonlight, Jing Feng's elder brother, Jing Song, suddenly had a wooden stick as thick as an arm in his hand, blocking the way. He really had the demeanor and imposing manner of 'one man guarding the pass against ten thousand ghosts'. Not far away, they could really see human figures scattered around the reed grass. They could really make out old men and old women. They all looked like they were naked and wrapped in a piece of cloth. Their hair was very long, and behind their buttocks were extra strips of cloth that were swaying around their waist. They were of different lengths, some were more than a foot long, some were a few inches long, and they looked very much like small tails.
Seeing someone holding a stick blocking the way, those mysterious people immediately gathered together and muttered for a while. Then, they turned around in an orderly manner and ran towards the upstream of Wanhua Creek, where the flowers and plants were the most flourishing.
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