It is popularly known as a hammer, and has been named as the first and most precious drug in history. It is popularly known as a hammer, and has been named as the first and most precious drug in history.
My grandfather followed my country of origin in the province of Jilin, where the famous people had been involved in the land, and in the civil war in Shandong.
He was told that many people were excavators in order to make money, and that he had joined a team.
They say that there are wolves in the mountains who slapping their shoulders and throats, blind bears who lick their skins and their intestines, mosquito flies that drain human blood to make dry bodies …
Mounting is a life-long business with extremely mysterious rules and harsh taboos.
Grandpa didn’t say much about the mountains before he was born, but after my repeated pleas, the gruesome old thing slowly came out of the dust, and I recorded the story.
Loading a horse that transports ginseng during the national era.
I. In July, 1936, the man who dug the hammers, the town of Bitien, northwest of the Long White Hill.
And the night was thick, and the small town was sung, and it was called a pearl on the outer edge of the plume.
The town’s first-named brothel, the “House of the Phoenix”, is full of noises, and the teapot and the old lady laugh, and they’re coming in with the red-faced guests.
A young man dressed in clothes crawled in front of the door and was helplessly begging behind his guests, and he was covered in mud, with scars on his skinny arm.
The teapot goes up and kicks, “Damn the blind, come near the dog’s leg! I’m sorry.
Young people slowly climb up and hold a wooden fence in the yard, with their eyes full of envy.
It’s all thanks to ginseng.
The grubby guests in the brothels have been drinking six times, and it appears that the mud with their fingertips has not been washed.
Yesterday the old maid would never look them in the eye, but today he is the guest of the Jubilee.
“Well, it’s just luck to make money. I can do it later! “Young people are sorely squeezing their belts, their stomachs are squeezing.
The town of Biden, located at the entrance to Mount Qing Dynasty Ura, used to be a royal restricted area, with a constant presence of military guards, opened only to the multi-ethnic ” three flags ” , i.e., the royal adopters, for the royal family.
After the people, the mountains were cut off, and the people who dug the hammers came to them, and there were many lucky people who had dug them up to the top of a hundred years, so that they became so rich that they became a momentous news.
When the old man sells a hammer, his back is so high that he can’t wait to waste. A small town of Bidden has a deformity and a black and white-coloured gold fan.
The young man, Liu Jing, is as young as 14 years old, and his family is in the mountains of Gaomei, in the wake of the flooding of the river, and has followed the victims to the north-east, where they have been separated from their families and become beggars, who are called “blind men”.
There are too many blind people who come to the black land to eat, and God doesn’t give them that much food, and the pillars wander around, and they can do anything. At the end of the day, he drilled corn to make blue sticks, stole runt beans and even stole pig food from sleeping pigs. There is no difference between people starving to extremes and animals, and survival is the only justice.
It was not that the pillar had no intention of going up the hill and digging for a hammer, but that no team wanted him.
It is dangerous and requires close cooperation, and the leader of the squad usually only believes in acquaintances, even though the pillar has no experience.
After a cold wind blew, the pole hit a cold war, he gruesomely sniffed the smell of fat and powder in the air, and the hunger hit again, and he decided to take his chances elsewhere.
“Hey, wanker, what’s your name?” The middle-aged man with the cheeky cheeks stopped in front of him.
The pillar, “I call the pillar…” was not in the mood for a face, and his eyes were staring at each other’s hands, and a luminous piece of rice covered in yellow with a yellow beak and a sweet scent.
“Where are you from?”
“Gormikang, Liu’s house. I’m sorry.
“Well, so we’re just old people. “The middle-aged man gnawed his lips and dug his ears with his dirty, long fingernails. “Do you dare to let the mountain go?” he said, “and suddenly,
“Give me a piece of cake and I’ll win anything! I’m sorry.
“Hey. “The second brother opened two rows of crumbs of rice teeth, and he took a measure of the pillars up and down, and if he thought about it, he would raise his eyes. “All right, come with me later and say I’m your second brother, okay? I’m sorry.
Half a piece of rice pasta was thrown under the foot of the post, and the pole went up on it, and the pie was put in its mouth, eating and nodding.
“Eat slowly, don’t choke, don’t choke, don’t choke, blind me half of my grain.” “The second brother spits and spits.”
In the wolf’s swallowing, it is impossible to imagine that the pillar’s head is about to encounter a mysterious encounter that will never be forgotten.
On the night of the night, he came to a broken temple with pillars, and a oil lamp was as fluorescent as beans, and several men were lying on the floor and snoring as thunder.
“Aah-aah-aah-aah-aah-aah-aah-aah.”
The pillar looked for a sound source and lay on the doorboard a middle-aged man with a rare ability to distinguish the human form. He was naked and half naked, and the five officers were all moved, and his face was swollen like a hairy bun. Several wounds continued to eject yellow water, with a strong smell of herbal medicine and a weak ups and downs in the chest, with an unconscious groaning.
What’s wrong with him? Question the column.
“When we came down the mountain, we hit the bee’s nest. Second Brother wrinkled his head and said, “He deserved it. We both know that he was crouched down and his second beard crawled up into a tree and didn’t stomp on him! I’m sorry.
“Then I’ll have to hire a man…”
“Everybody goes down the mountain with their bare paws, and they’re asking for a fart!” He’s been poisoned by the “smuggles” and he’s dead and disabled. The second brother threw his rags from behind, like talking about a dog.
A 50-year-old old man walks in with a cigarette bag in his mouth. He was dressed in rough clothes, with wrinkles all over his face, with his cheeks high and high, much like an older ape.
The man is the leader of the team, Zhang, and his family is in Shandong.
Ten years ago, Zhang broke his head into Long White Hill and followed the locals to the mountain, where he lived. His men are blind and they spend the summer together to make money.
But this year’s luck was bad, with five or six days on the mountain, and only two or three tiny slaps, i.e. ginseng.
And the evil was not one-sided, but was struck by a bee when he came down the mountain, and his beard was stung, and his heart was stung, and he cast his sharp eyes at the pillars, asking: What is the matter with this son? I’m sorry.
Second brother looked up to his beard and whispered his head and ears.
“I won’t be able to get my head up the hill with a second beard. I met a distant brother at a gathering who was right up to his nest. I’m sorry.
It is the rule to go to both sides alone, and the number of people entering the mountains must be single, and when they come back, they count one person, so that they can be double-digit.
The pillars bowed their heads in a tense manner, and they kept their heads from looking at them for a moment, and the smoke bags were ringing, and they whispered, “Well, do it.” I’m sorry.
The second brother woke people up, and someone picked up a pot of porridge and made a pickle of rice. The first chopsticks with the head, the time of the wind are flat, the pillars don’t drink, and three cakes in one breath.
“Shit, almost. The second brother kicked him away. The pillar was not angry. He was breathing. He ate too fast.
He was added to the temple by eight people, each with some fresh marks on his body, which is the symbol of the drill.
Iron Bull’s face is small, black-faced, and he has a fire in his back, and he’s a nephew with a head on his head.
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Scar is in his 40s, he’s big, he walks like a black bear, his face is covered up with an old straw hat, and when he removes his straw hat, the pole almost pees!
The entire left half of the scarring face is free of skin, with wide sutures on its ears, with no eyelid cover, with a yellow-eyed bead hanging in a red-blooded carcass, like half a skull.
The face is licked by a blind bear, whose tongue is nearly a foot long, with a small, tattered penthouse, like a sharp steel. It licks its prey in the face, bleeds and falls, and is licked three or five times and half of its head is gone.
Legend has it that the place where the rods grow is guarded by tigers and wolves, that the digging of sticks is like eating from the mouths of tigers, that the scarring is lucky, and that more of the mountainers are turning into the beauties of beasts.
The desire for prosperity overcomes the fear of death, and even when they watch their companions die, they refuse to retreat, superstitiously and arrogantly believe that bad luck will never be their turn.
“We heard that there was a drop of leaves in the six ditches, and the housekeepers sent the car to pick it up. The second brother told the news with alcohol.
A thousand dollars!
“If only we had that hand, it would be a shame that the Lord of the Mountain didn’t eat. Zhu is envious of his mouth.
“That’s what people deserve. “The scarred face has to be covered in blood.
“I’ll shoot him! “As he stood up with a drunk iron ox, his forehead broke out, he started a fire, and the guns of the black hole swayed.
Zhang’s head splits across the fire and slaps the iron. “Sit down! “The Iron Bull didn’t dare to return his mouth and sit back, and the scene was a little cold.
“Let me tell you, how many people have been able to deal with two dollars in the past year, so many people have driven the mountains this year, pulled the mountains away, and then went up to the mountains, and what would happen?” The second brother, with a moustache and a slow swallowing, asks the question, and it is not necessary to turn his eyes to his head.
Don’t worry, Zhang clears his head, “Tomorrow I’ll take you to a squirt. I’m sorry.
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As soon as it came out, there was a flash of light in everyone’s eyes, and there was a vibrating atmosphere, and there was talk of digging sticks and making a fortune. The fascinating stories of wealth are deeply infected with the pillars, and he, like a new gambler, can’t wait to try his hand, with unprecedented confidence.
Only the second beard was not involved in the carnival, and he was unconsciously lying on the doorboard, like an ugly body, and from time to time whispered to prove that he was alive.
What about the beard? The pole’s brain had a slight doubt, and the unsatisfied look of others had made him put his head down.
The night was late, the head was blown out of the oil lamp, the sky was clouded, the moonlight fell into a broken temple, the pillars were covered in half a brick, and they were intoxicated with excitement.
“Ah-aah-aah.” The moaning of the second mustache was getting weaker, it seemed so clear in the quiet night, the pole covered his ears, and the sound came in, and he suddenly realized that there was no snoring in the temple and everyone seemed to be asleep.
In the darkness, a red head flashes through the fire, followed by a few low and brief conversations, and a few dark shadows came to the doorboard.
When the pillars hesitated to sit down, he saw the brothers of Chu, one before and one after another, raising their beards as they were in black and white, leaving the temple door, moving away and moving towards a river.
It’s coming! The moaning stopped.
Quiets were restored in the temples, Mars ended at dawn, and the night smelled of dry smoke.
The pillar felt a chill rising from the back of his spine, and through the darkness of the dead, he realized that the iron cow was dying to stare at himself, and that his mouth was laughing at him as though he were afraid.
Hot blood in the head of the post. Shit, dead people are balls! I don’t care!
He turned to lie down and slept, and his heart jumped and his teeth were tight. The scene that we’ve just seen throws cold water at his dreams, the snakes and beasts in the mountains are easy to hide, the people around them are impeccable, is it a blessing to go up the mountain with such a vicious crowd?
Secondly, the search for the King of the Sticks and the early morning departures, and no one’s mention of last night’s moustache, as if he had never existed.
Zhang led his men to a remote slope, where they worshiped the mountain god, the “old one,” the guardian of the long white mountain, which is a necessary rule for every time.
The legend is that Sun Liang, the god of the mountains, was a man at the beginning of the dawn of the end of the day, and lived in the capital of Leyang.
As he was digging for a hammer in Long White Hill, he died in the mountains in search of a lost brother, and died as an old man with a white beard to guard the forest, known as the Grand Master of the Wall.
First, the mountain must build a temple, unlike the other gods, and the temples of old age’s heads are so simple, and three stones will be found, and the temple will be built.
On his knees in the front row, he is serious in his face, and with a couple of straw sticks instead of candles he humbled himself in front of the rocks, and he said, “The old head, the mountain god, the land, the Five Paths God, the tree god, the grass god, all the lonely spirits, for God’s sakes, let’s go into the mountains, and let’s go to the mountains, Master Sticks, whatever the leaves, the roots are big.” I’m sorry.
“If we have done anything wrong, say the wrong thing, take what we should not take, eat what we should not eat, and, by accident, alarm the house of the fair, beg for forgiveness from the land of the mountain.” Please don’t make trouble for us. I’ve made a fortune to buy you clothes, please charge! I’m sorry.
He said that he pulled out of his arms and lit a few yellow sheets in front of the temple. Zhang put a stick on the head of the fire until all the paper was burned to ashes, and if there were any pieces of paper, it would mean that the money had not been delivered, the ghost would be angry and the consequences would be serious.
As soon as the money is burned, Zhang will hand over his head again: “We seven men are like one man, and we have the same wealth, and we have the same as one, and if any of us is a sly, sly little man, he will be punished by the Lord of the mountains for three years. I swear to God, I will never turn my back on you! I’m sorry.
There was a mountain wind, the paper was flying and dancing, the black-pressed dense forest was roaring, and the post was feeling cold, and the subconscious was rousing. He strutted three heads with dignity, and went forth into the middle of the forest with people.
Three stones are on the way.
All day long, Zhang’s head was just to lead the people across the hill, without stopping to dig a stick.
They passed through a patch of gillwood and grassland and occasionally saw abandoned huts on the side of the road, which were then inserted into the ooze forest, with tree crowns covered in the sky and hundreds of dead branches piled up on the ground, as if they had stepped on cotton buns.
“Where are we going? “The pillar can’t stop asking questions.
“Go to the place and find out. Second brother looked at him.
This is the rule of ginning, and in the audacity of mountains, the head is the captain of the ocean, with absolute authority, and no one dares question his command.
The place where Zhang’s head is set to go is called the Black Tiger’s Mouth. It is a remote valley with little human presence, surrounded by a wall, where only birds travel.
A few years ago, Zhang unwittingly found a secret tunnel and dug up a couple of sticks, a discovery that made him very happy.
People ‘ s participation in seed distribution tends to be concentrated in the same area, and who occupies such a place is holding a poach. In the light of experience, Zhang Zhang believed that there must be a bigger hammer hidden in the dark-hot forest, and people like an orphan, like him, discovered that he did not want to share the secret with his associates if he was not anxious to cheer up.
After a few weeks of crumbling, a large, thick, pristine forest appeared before the eyes of the people.
The black tiger’s mouth, with its whole back to the sun, covers the ground with thick brown fertilizers, and the hurried water flows down to the bottom of the valley, receding into an insinuable puddle. The experienced mountainers were so excited that they immediately realized that it was an excellent environment in which the hammers grew.
But this is also the paradise of the beasts, and the trees are often crawling with large snakes with large bowls of mouths, buzzing with venomous horse bees, the eyes of wolves fluorescent in the night, and the sound of tigers screaming from time to time in the depths of the dark forest, which is so chilling that it is necessary to have the courage not to scare the beasts first.
They burn artemisinin grass to disperse the bees and sow the males to protect themselves from the snakes. As for the big beasts, they rely on the strength of the community. Animals are easy to attack the population, and single-handed Montagnards tend to be violent.
The experienced mountainer remembers a lesson: if someone walks alone without turning back on his shoulder, it’s a wolf who stands up and attacks human beings, and when you turn your subconscious, the wolf bites into his neck and kills people on the spot.
Clumsy black bears are fast in the forest, and if they catch them, blind bears lick their faces and sit on their prey, their bodies will be crushed, their intestines will flow outside and they will not live on the spot.
These are lessons for mountainers to trade for their lives, and the pillars hear their skins, but their regrets are too late to move forward with one heart.
Zhang’s head spreads the team into a row, moving up the hill from high to low horizontal. Headled by his head, he is called the head stick, scarred at the end of the border, with one end being filled with experienced old hands, and a pillar in the middle, so that he may not be separated from people.
Each of them carries a wooden stick of about one foot in his hand, which is called a stubble, a necessary tool for setting mountains. It is said that when the rods are made to the four limbs, they are spiritual, able to remain invisible, and allow mountainers to draw a stick to cut off the red rope, or to nail a large sum of money, which can contain the ginseng.
Each of these two persons is three or four metres apart, with the specific criteria being that both of them are holding a stick at the same time, that the stick is on the head, that one grass is not allowed, that the stick is hidden deep in the bush, and that a little lazy may be missed. In the words of the mountain, one more stick to make a fortune and one less stick to make.
In order to avoid going back, every few steps should be marked, and the poles learn the way others look, ripping through a branch as a mark and pressing the grass on a rock without a tree.
It took less than two hours for the pillars to make a small mistake.
When a pile of rock passed, the pillars jumped to the rocks and breathed. “This tablet is flat. Just take it back. He saw a smooth pebble and couldn’t help but make a joke.
“Take this! * When Zhang’s head suddenly appeared before his eyes, he looked harsh *
“Throw your head, I’m…” The post was covered, and he suddenly remembered that he had turned his head before he went into the mountain, and was not allowed to speak at will, lest he should be shocked by the hammer.
“Take the stone and say anything in front of the old man! Zhang put his head on a stick and pointed it to the stone. And the pillars were submissive to the earth, and the parchment was twenty-thousand-thousand-thousand-thousand-thick, and he fell one by one.
Zhang kept his head quiet and returned to the position of his head stick, while the others continued to march as if they had not seen him, and the pillars rushed to the line and he did not want to fall alone in the mountains.
It was five or six miles away, with endless bushes covered in sweat and water, and it was felt that the slab had become so heavy that he was constantly changing his body and stone, with all the skins on both sides of his shoulder torn and spicy pain. Not to mention the mosquitoes in front of us, a bag bite, sweating into the eyes from the forehead, and the sights are blurry.
The pillar cursed 10,000 times in his heart. Damn, why did you eat half of my brother’s pasta? It’s worse to make me suffer in the woods than a great punishment.
But he was afraid to leave the tablet, and he was afraid to look like a hawk, so he could bring a piece of meat. He had to bite his teeth tight and keep his voice shut, as the ground began to fall, the vegetation was so dense that it was difficult to identify people a few steps away without careful observation, and the bird was screaming on top of his head, and the pole was in a state of panic and fell and ran.
A shadow snuck to the post, and put a roll of rags between the slabs and his shoulder, and the pillar felt much lighter.
“The second brother thanks him for his silence.”
“Shh. The second brother pointed to his ears and disappeared in the bush.
He understood that this was a contact signal for the mountainers, who kept their voice in communication when the sights were not good.
There’s a pattern of knocks, a head knock, and then two knocks each, in a very close order, so revolving, like Morse cable code.
And when the pillars followed the sound, as they approached the bottom of the hill, he suddenly heard Zhu’s four cries.
“The hammer! I’m sorry.
The first to find the hammer was to shout, one to remind his companions and the second to drink it out loud and not let it run away.
“What’s that? ” There was a loud response in the woods.
“Ako! Zhu’s voice is full of excitement.
The simplest way to identify the year is to look at prostheses, with three small leaves of a year’s stick, known as three flowers; five leaves of two years, known as palms; and two of the first three years of life, known as two. There are four leaves, five leaves, and so on. The higher the leaves, the bigger the hammer, the more valuable.
It is a sign of good luck to find a second child when you go to the mountain, and sometimes the masts that grow into six-leaf leaves are broken by beasts, with a new geronture, with a shape similar to that of a second child, so the mountainer likes to meet a second child, in case there is a large root hidden underneath.
“Do it! Do it! “We all greeted them, and they immediately stuck their rods around the silhouette to prevent them from running away. The head was pulled out of a red rope, with a large sum of money attached to it, and he was careful to kneel in front of the hammer and tie the red rope to the swab, which was completely tied.
“Show Bo rich, throw away the stones. Second brother extended his hand to unload the post, shaking it a few times and pounced on the floor.
“Thank you for giving me the money!” Zhang’s head led the people to bow down three heads before the seedlings, and someone cleaned up the weeds next to the seedlings, and ordered the artemisinin-flagged mosquitoes. And the pillars found Zhu Zhu Zhu Zhu Zhu Zhu Zhu Zhu Zhu Zhu Zhu Zhu Zhu Zhu Zhu Zhu Zhu Zhu Zhu Zhu Zhu Zhu Zhu Zhu Zhu Zhu Zhu Zhu Zhu Zhu Zhu Zhu Zhu Zhu Zhu Zhu Zhu Zhu Zhu Zhu Zhu Zhu Zhu Zhu Zhu Zhu Zhu Zhu Zhu Zhu Zhu Zhu Zhu Zhu Zhu Zhu Zhu Zhu is not doing anything and is not doing anything, and is comfortable to sit on the wood and smokes on half Zhu Zhu Zhu Zhu Zhu Zhu Zhu Zhu Zhu Zhu Zhu Zhu Zhu Zhu Zhu Zhu Zhu Zhu
Work began on digging for sticks, drawing a large circle of about one metre around the head, with a deer’s bone torn from the outside, and cutting with an ax and a hand saw in the roots of an impediment. The root of the stick must be rich, and special care must be taken when digging, and once the beard is injured, the slurry of the mountain cucumber is released, the value is significantly reduced.
Loading… the traditional dig-in tool.
Loading… the traditional tool for digging ginseng…
And the poles kept staring at his head, and the black soil was stripped apart, and the face of the hammer was gradually revealed. It was a small mountain cucumber that had not yet grown, and brought it to the hills to sell ten dollars, which was a good harvest.
When the stakes are intact, the iron cow strips a fresh bark from the next pine tree, scratches the head over a few earths, puts on the moss, wraps it carefully in the bark of the tree and puts it in the backpack with a red rope.
When these are packed, the head is drawn to the skin pine tree and two rows of crosses are carved with an axe.
Seven bars on the left, indicating that seven people are on the mountain; and two bars on the right, indicating that they have been dug to the Zhuko. This is an ancient industry tradition, like a secret code in a trade, and it is immediately understood by the mountainers who have seen it since then that it is a popular area, possibly with a large cargo.
This gain has greatly encouraged morale and the mood is clearly much lighter. A pillar comes from exhaustion, can’t help but think that a two-acre can sell a lot of money. What if you find a hundred years or a thousand years old? He swallowed a big mouth and looked up at the grass.
“The hammer! I’m sorry.
“What is it?”
“Four leafs!”
“Be quick!”
After three days of walking around the mountains, he turned from the first man to the old man, he grew more daring, his eyes became more ferocious, two palms were found in three days, his head turned out and his eyes killed the grass.
Now that the pillars are used to the mountain rhythm, two little rice meals a day are pickled up, in addition to the endless practice of rowing sticks. Their harvest was good, and the biggest hammer had an arm from the head to the tail, and the usual view would not be so big the following year.
But his head is still on the line, and he’s got his eyes red, and he’s like a madman who’s been watching us all the time until we’re really tired and we’re not allowed to take a break. The break in the mountains was short, and the sticks were placed on one side, each with a stick to the bottom of his ass, without a sound of smoke.
The pole didn’t smoke, and the second brother gave him a toad, “Take it, take it. “The smell of smoke choked on his cough and his second brother smiled, and said, “Shit, it’s a first-timer who can’t smoke. I’m sorry.
One cigarette was just smoked, and he couldn’t wait to get his head up. “He took care to put out all his cigarette butts, pulls out the branches with a straw stick, and whispers some good things.
“Check the fire, look at the pile!
Pick up the ass mat and find a big piece of a hammer! I’m sorry.
“Huh, Zhang wants to go crazy. It’s a shame the rice bag has to go back in the morning. “The second brother squeezed on the poles and now they’re close.
The second brother was right. The next morning he took his head back with the people, and the road was rough, and the hand and face of the pillar were pulled out of the grass. But his mind is not on it, and the pillar is a little overstretched from the Black Tiger’s mouth, and it would be nice if he could stay a few more days and find the Stick King.
He didn’t expect this to happen so fast…
Thirdly, the Baton King’s curse hammer is sold to the traffickers in a collection, with half of the head on the table and half the balance.
“In three days, gather at the temple. Zhang’s orders to hand over the money to everyone, and some of them run to brothels, some get addicted to cigarettes, some crawling in the mountains for days, and the rough guys are going crazy.
For the first time in his life, the pillar earned so much money, and when the crowd spread out, he pulled out a bright silver ocean, and learned to breathe and listen. The humming-column laughs, the most wonderful melody in the world.
“What, this is beautiful? The second brother showed up undetected.
The pillar was a bit embarrassed, he was in a hurry to put the money back in his belt and hide it on his waist.
“This money is bullshit. “The second brother doesn’t care, he looks around and he’s down. “There’s a chance to make a lot of money. I’m sorry.
“What’s the method of earning money?” I’m sorry.
“Shh, go to the side. “The second brother dragged him to a quiet place, his eyes turned round, and he continued to talk after half an hour. “Don’t tell anyone about this, okay? I’m sorry.
“Don’t worry, my mouth is right. I’m sorry.
“We’re going to kill the Black Tiger. I know there’s a six-bit leaf hammer, and we’re going to get it together and sell it for half. The second brother whispered:
“Aah! “The pole’s head is buzzing and I can’t believe it’s in my ears. He’s been thinking about some mystery.
Second Brother saw his doubts. “That’s what I saw the next day, when I lined up the mountain, the sixth leaf, not wrong, and I confirmed it while I was resting. I didn’t squeak at the time. It’s always the money I’m paid for. It’s the fool who let Chang take it away. You’d like us to leave in the morning and I’ll find someone else if I don’t, but don’t blame me if you talk to Zhang. “The second brother looked fiercely, with two hands wide open, like an eagle ready to hunt.
The pillar is busy and nods are coming.
They went back to the Black Tiger’s mouth along the same path, and brother-in-law walked in front and carefully identified the markings. The last branch they broke was the signpost, and the pole found that Er-Hu was bending a bend more than others and brushing in one direction, and he realized that this guy was a ghost, and he had left his hand behind.
Around midday they arrived in the area where Brother II found the stick, and the two men were careful and looked more carefully with the stick than before. They went around three or four times like combing their hair.
“What the hell is going on here? “The second brother is in a state of red and can’t talk about it.
The poles are silent, and people have to talk about the old days before they go to sleep.
“I’m not a believer. I’m sorry. “Come on, over and over again! I’m sorry.
“It won’t matter how many times a hammer runs. “The sound of the shadows in the woods!
Only the Iron Bull showed up behind them with a fire. Second brother is conscious to run, with a big scar like a bear standing in front of him and a silver lining.
“Fuck you, I brought you in here to get rich and you shit in the pot! Zhang put his head in front of 2nd brother, slapped his arms round and hit him in the face, and blood came out of his nose. The others came up and punched and kicked, and the second brother’s head was convulsed and his ears were squealed. The pillars were watching and fighting, and he felt heated and peed with his pants ticking to the ground.
When they’re tired, the second brother shakes and shakes the holding tree and stands up and bleeds. “Son Zhang, if you want to kill him, I’m the one who brought him in, he’s a child, so don’t make it difficult for him.” I’m sorry.
“Hold your head, I was wrong, please release me…” “The pillars are rushing down on their knees.”
“Ooh. Zhang noded his head and said, “You’re a man now. I don’t want to kill people, but you guys have to fuck people’s jobs. Go and send them to serve the Dragon Prince. I’m sorry.
The pillar felt a severe pain in his arms, his hands were brutally twisted behind his back, he screamed and was punched hard on his ribs.
“I’ll stab you if you scream again! “The iron cow bites his teeth and says,
Several of them pushed them in the direction of the river, and the pillars were filled with fear, and he looked away, and the second brother pulled his head and said nothing.
Uncles, please, I have to raise my mother, I’m 14 I don’t want to die “The pillar collapsed, he was paralyzed, his tears sprung out, and he grabbed a tree and refused to go any further.
The Chu brothers hesitated to look to the chief.
Zhang waved his head to stop, looked at the unsweeted pillars, he was somewhat unsure, and after a moment of reflection, Zhang changed his mind.
“Turn them up. Zhang put his head on the line, and people searched the pillars and his brother’s belongings and tied them to a tree.
“When we entered the mountain, we vowed to the old temple and betrayed our hideers to carry the mountain god for three years. I reduced you to three days and came back to pick you up three days later. As for keeping you two alive for three days — it’s all made up. After that, Chang turned his head and left with his men.
Zhang, fuck you! The second brother shouted at me, shocked by the sound of a bird’s chirping, and turned his head off, and his footsteps disappeared in the middle of the forest.
The pillars are desperate, and they are now like two baits that attract wild animals from every road. Needless to say, a large animal such as a leopard coyote, a group of mosquitoes can dry their blood and turn them into two dry bodies.
Second Brother, Long Worm… A mountain snake with a thick arm passed through his neck, and the red letter swallowed up in his ear, and the pillar felt cold in the neck, snorting, almost fainting.
“Don’t fucking howl, you’re soft. Try to break the rope. “The second brother was impatient to say that the smell of blood on his face caused a large group of mosquitoes to look like a black veil.
The head of the post was blown up, the body was twisted in any way, the line dipped into the sweat, and he was sorely strangled in the flesh, his arms were numb, his wrists were grinding on the rough bark of the tree, and his back was bleeding, and he ignored it. The ropes are too strong and the pillars are desperate to think, and I fear they are grinding for three days and three nights.
I didn’t know that the night would come, a round of moons would climb in the middle of the sky, and the wolf’s twilight would ring from afar, and the pole would fight the cold war, wondering if it would survive the night.
If only there was a knife, even a deer bone. The pillar lamented and once again struggled with its best efforts. All of a sudden, the fingertips touch a hard-on. The plume was in a state of mind, moving two fingers carefully and reaching a little bit of the point of the finger into the dark pocket until the silver trap, which was an old coin with some wear on the edge, could be used to scrape the rope.
The poles quenched their breath and focused all their energy on the tip of the finger, the twilight, the fibrous, the second, the third… and for some time, the coarse rope was finally broken, the pole fell like a rock to the grass, and couldn’t get up half a day.
Second brother walked a few steps, pulled up a green grass and rubbed it on his face, and it was so painful. He was bitten out of his face with numerous drums, his eyes sewn and his grass juice dripped up like fire.
Second Brother, Second Brother, the sound of the pillar has changed. I’m sorry.
I can’t help but get my mouth open. In the grass, a few metres away from them, in the light of the bright moon, a grain of seed swayed with the wind, and the remnant of the palms of the seed became black. 2nd brother uses his fingers to keep his eyelids open. It’s the best in the hammer!
Loading… gin seeds.
He was ecstasy when he bit his fingertips and dyed a line red on the gin leaves. Kneel down three bells, “Thank you for your kindness, thank you, mountain god! What are you waiting for? I’m sorry.
In the morning of the following day, the second brother and the poles used the branches as twigs and dug from far and near. The stick is big, its head is full, its top is covered in thick wrinkles, it has to be long and strong, it has to be deep into the ground and has grown for at least seven or eight hundred years. When the second brother was shaking to strip the last one out of the ground, he was so excited that he realized that he had not eaten all night.
“Man, we’re talking shit, and thanks to Zhang. If he hadn’t tied us to the tree, he wouldn’t have met the King of the Stick. I’m sorry.
“What’s the price for going down the mountain? “The pillars are excited to ask.
“Huh, at least 5,000 dollars less than one cent!” Second brother wrapped a stick in a pine bark, and there were more than a dozen links outside.
The pillar was not spoken for half a day, and the split between them was 2,500. My mother can’t spend so much money on building six big houses in my hometown.
He wakes him up, “Don’t stare, get down the hill, don’t get stuck in the way. I’m sorry.
The poles nodded their heads, and the two of them ran out of the black tiger’s mouth with their backs and their feet down, and they spent the night in a pile of stones, and the next morning rained, and they waited for the rain to get up and drive, and they walked back to their places.
iv. Zaman ‘ s teachings sometimes go straight in the field, walking around like an invisible wall. The old man says it’s an affront to the ogre, and when he sets the mountain, a ghost hits the wall, and eight or nine of them can’t get out.
After the rain, the forest floor rose with a mist of milk, and it was impossible to see people at two paces. The second brother and the pole each took a wooden stick to defend themselves, and every step stopped to hear the noise. They had been drilling in the mountains for a long time and were exhausted. The pillar felt that the road was never over, and that a tree was behind it, and each looked the same. They traveled hard through the lowlands and breathed from their mouths by an old barrel tree.
The second brother, the pillar was suddenly whispering. “We’re back! I’m sorry.
The fog is spreading, and there is a small natural clearing ahead, and a pile of blue stones is washed white by rain. The second brother’s face was tanned to the rocks. It was good, and there were footprints under the rocks.
“Is it possible that we have offended the old man and should not take the Baton King? “The pole’s skin is numb.
“Don’t say a word, no one will take my fat! I can’t believe it. I’m sorry.
Once again, they went into the woods more cautiously and marked the branches every few steps, sometimes looking down at footprints and fearing going back. After most of the day, they returned to the rocks.
And the pillars were helplessly leaning to the side of the tree, and he had a bad feeling that he would not be able to reach the mountains in his lifetime. It’s because of that hammer, and there’s a thought flashing in the skull. Without it, you and brother-in-law would not have gone into the mountains, much less be trapped here. He’s staring at the pine cane behind his back, and he can’t help himself.
“What are you doing? “The second brother is very smart and turned around and protected the barrel.
“Leave the hammer and we’ll both die in the mountains! “The pillars spread out their hands.
“Put your mother’s ass!” The second brother’s eyes were red and he was like an angry beast, and he grabbed a stick and slammed it in the mud. “Whoever dares to grab a hammer with me, I fight with him. Go, and another way.”
They spent seven days and seven nights in the forest, and the pillars believed they were dying.
In seven days, he ate only mushrooms and lichens, hunger swollen people ‘ s bodies and their legs were sore that every step of the way his lungs were panting like a windbox, and he had to walk with a wooden stick.
In a similar situation, brother-in-law was in front of the pole, and his clothes were scraped to pieces by branches, far as the two beaches of mud.
Brother 2 groaning, “Bite me a hammer, I can’t.” I’m sorry.
Get out! The second brother raised his teeth like a wolf.
Hunger left the pillars unafraid, and he swayed towards the pine. It was a difficult struggle, both of them with their full body strength, and the pillars were physically weak, and he was hit in the head and fell on his face in the grass, and he was black.
A giant animal shadow appeared in front of a pillar, with a hot air and a cheek. It’s over, the blind bear licks his face, the big scar flashes through, and the pole faints before he can think.
When he woke up, he found himself lying on a leather shop, wearing a strange robe, a smoke around him, and loud drums and bells.
Knock, knock! Along with the drums, mythical songs are ringing, while some are at peace. The pillars cannot understand what they are singing; that is a language he has never heard.
A mid-aged man wearing a fox’s shoulder brought a bowl of wood to his mouth, and it was filled with fresh fruit wine, and after drinking the pillars felt spiritual. He lifted up the empty bowl and suggested some more.
At that point he finally saw the surroundings, which were an open area in the middle of a dense forest, surrounded by ten stables, with a bonfire on the ground, two shadows dancing in flames, one hand with a single drum and the other with a ringing bell, and dozens of people watching and singing from there.
It is a shaman ritual in which the shaman tribe, an extremely ancient primitive religion, wears five-coloured robes to the person who acts as the Great God, long and long in his cuffs, and the second God, who translates the words of the Great God, sings and dances while the loose branches of the two continue to appear.
We’re loading… the Manchurian priest of Saman.
The Great God slowly came to the post, touched his forehead with his hand, murmured something, the drums were resounding again, and the pillars were confused to see the man who had just been given wine to him.
“Saman is helping you to thank the mountain God. You are greedy and unhappy.” The other side explained it to him in hard Chinese. Orhoda is the king of grass, and you steal it, and the Old White Mountain is empty. I’m sorry.
Orhuda is the name of the Manchurian people. The Manchurian man, Alembao, told the pillar that the Manchurian tribe, which feeds on reindeer, was a nomad in the forest. It’s a male deer who’s been unconscious for two days.
Saying, “Your sin is lighter, and the mountain gods punish you for ten days of grass, and the sin of your companion is greater, and the mountain gods drive him mad. Then he will grunt like a pig and eat in the earth.” I’m sorry.
The pole sits up, “The second brother is here? Where’s the hammer? I’m sorry.
Arembo lamented, the pole went to the back of the hut, and brother-in-law strangled around a stake like a hairy wolf. And he was holding fast in his arms a black thing, and the pillars looked at it, and the pine cortex was fertilized after many days of mud, and the rods were gone.
I don’t know what to say.
Second brother retreated in fear behind the stakes and shouted like beasts. Don’t come near me! The hammer is mine. No one will take it! I’m sorry.
“Boss, buy a hammer. Look at this thousand-year-old hammer. The second brother suddenly changed his tone, smiled and cried, and was very funny.
The pillars couldn’t laugh, he was in a heavy mood and turned away.
“Boss, Boss, don’t give me $5,000 or $4,000! Three thousand, two thousand! Don’t go, boss…
I’ve been crying like I’m laughing.
V. The tail pillar was later captured by the Japanese for the construction of a full-scale hydroelectric plant, and iron cattle were found in the shed.
It turns out that Zhang took the first group of workers as soon as they got off the hill, and the rest died on the site and became the souls of the mass graves.
“I’ve always let you go, but I can’t save us. “The Iron Bull is down and he’s thin as a bone.
In the face of the old enemies, the pillars can’t provoke hatred at all. The world is a mess.
The pillar is my grandfather, Liu Jin-ju, who became a water and electricity worker after his liberation and settled in the city of Jilin, and he never returned to the Long White Hills as far as I know.
I remember when Grandpa was an old man, and I was with him at the farm fair, and there was a row of large-scale plantations on the TV screen.
“Nosan cucumber works, artificially planted without nutritional value. I don’t think so.
“It’s better than life. I’m sorry.
References:
“Interpret the White Hill language”
“Story of the Old Sun”
“The practice of ginning in the long white mountains under cultural memory.”
Liu Jin-ju’s Old Population.
I don’t know.
Keep your eyes on the road.
