Notes on travel outside the Yunfu episode

"Ah, hello——Lang Shan is coming, and the three-legged crow is crawling from there—hey, hello, hello—"

The winding path looks like a giant python wrapping around your waist. When you reach the end of the road, you can't see behind you when you turn around, and you can't see the plank road ahead.

There is a tea shop at the corner of the intersection, and a man in a bamboo hat sits on a ponytail beside the banner, holding a small hammer and jingling bells in his hand, tapping the rusty kitchen knife on the whetstone, listening to the high-pitched mountain singing coming from the front. After a pause, he raised his chin slightly and looked towards the road. After a while, an old man in a coir raincoat appeared at the intersection on a yellow ox, and walked over slowly.

"Say it was dark that day—" The old man glanced down, hummed, grabbed the yellow ox horn, and said to the man in the bamboo hat, "Young man, sharpen the knife?"

"Master, do you have a knife, sharpen it for you?" The man in the bamboo hat didn't lift his head, he pressed the handle of the knife with one hand, and knocked on the blade with the other.

The old man stroked his unshaven chin and shouted, "No, no, haha—"

Laughing twice, the old man patted the cow's head, straightened his coir raincoat, sang a folk song, and walked forward slowly.

"It was said that the sky was dark that day, and the old Jade Emperor sighed, and the old Dragon King of the East China Sea couldn't feel at ease..."

It rained on the mountain in the morning, and it stopped not long after, the grass was still covered with water, and the damp and cold mountain wind blew past it from time to time, wrapped in the smell of green grass, which was somewhat refreshing.

The cool smell of grass rushed into the nose of the man in the bamboo hat. The man subconsciously glanced at the mountain road that the old man walked by just now, and frowned. At this time, there was movement in the tea shop next to him. The well-dressed man was sent out, followed by a few ragged and disheveled people, two of whom were still wearing shackles, and a ten-year-old girl, Pianzi, was handcuffed with iron chains on her feet, and her steps rattled and rattled.

The yamen servant walked in front, and the others followed behind. The little girl was holding the trouser legs of the boy in shackles beside her, dragging the chains and rattling along. After a while, the girl quickly looked away, smiled at the boy, and the man in the hat also raised his head slightly, returning to his original posture and continuing to sharpen his knife.

"Brother Afang, why did they put this on for you?" The girl's eyes were very clean, she showed two white canine teeth when she smiled, and a dimple appeared at the left corner of her mouth. She raised her hand to touch the shackles stuck on the boy's neck.

The young man looked down at the girl, took two steps, and then looked in front of him. The hair on his forehead was messy, and his eyes were dull. He seemed to be in a trance, but he didn't forget to reply, "I don't remember."

The girl lowered her head, and suddenly turned to another strong man in shackles, pointing to the death tattoo on his forehead, "What about you, what happened to you?"

The brawny man sneered, "Killed a dog. You murmur, girl, your hair hasn't even grown yet. Why arrest you!"

"What are you arguing about! Shut up!"

The yamen servant in front stopped and roared, the strong man spat and shut his mouth.

The girl tilted her head and curled her lips, then ran to the boy again, calmed down and continued walking.

About an hour later, a mud cow suddenly grew out from the middle of the mountain path, making a low mooing sound, its eyelids drooping, and it seemed to be in pain.

The yamen servant drew out his saber and hacked at the mud cow a few times, one piece was cut off and a piece grew out immediately to restore it.

The mud cow is huge, and the group of people can't get past it if they don't want to move it away.

While worrying, the drunk who seldom spoke along the way wobbled up, lay on the yamen servant's shoulder, hiccupped, pointed at the mud cow and said, "I've heard of this thing, it's called 'suffering', it's an unjust crime The grievances of the people who condense, and if you want to dissolve it, you have to use wine—beep!"

The yamen servant pushed him away in disgust, snatched the flagon from his hand suspiciously, and poured it on the clay bull's head, hey, it really worked!The mud cow disappeared in a flash!

"Go away!" The drunkard rushed forward to take back his treasure, but was staggered back by the yamen servant.

The girl saw this strange incident in amazement, pulled the boy's trouser leg, but asked, "Brother Afang, what happened to you?"

The boy's already dull eyes became even more cloudy, and he turned around after a while, looked at the girl's small canine teeth and dimples, and shrunk his nose, "Someone is going to kill me..."

The girl comforted him, "Brother Afang, don't be afraid, no one will harm you now."

The mountain road is continuous and has no end.

A group of people walked around for a long time, and a mud cow was born in the road ahead. The yamen servant clicked his tongue, unscrewed the wine pot, poured it on the cow's head, and the mud cow disappeared.

The girl looked up at the boy, "Brother Afang, what did you do wrong, someone wants to kill you?"

The young man's face darkened, his shoulders trembled slightly, his body swayed before he stood still, and said in a low voice, "Brother, I'm afraid, brother..."

The girl showed a sad expression, hugged the boy into her arms, and comforted, "Brother Afang, don't be afraid, everything will be fine."

The higher and higher you go, you can see the floating clouds not far away.

As we walked, a third mud cow appeared on the road ahead.

The yamen servant cursed, "Damn it!" and stepped forward to pour wine.

"Brother Afang, what did you do, why did someone want to kill you?"

"elder brother......"

The boy met the girl's eyes, and hurriedly looked away, his face was ashen, his cheeks were sunken, showing the paleness of a dead person.

"Brother Alfonso, what did you do?"

"elder brother......"

"what have you done?"

The other people looked at them suspiciously, and the yamen servant also stopped and turned around, urging the two of them to stop talking and hurry.

The boy shivered all over and kept backing away. The girl hugged his leg and asked, "What did you do?"

The boy backed away in panic, he had already retreated to the edge of the cliff, his feet slipped, and he staggered and fell. The girl hurriedly let go of his legs, slowly opened her mouth wide, and watched him fall down the cliff.

The sun gradually faded, and the sky was full of red clouds. At the foot of the mountain and at the intersection, the man in the bamboo hat put away the sharpening stone tools, went to the tea shop, found a small table against the wall, sat down, poured a cup of tea, held it in his hand, and turned around. Turning around, I looked up and saw the wanted picture on the wall: "Fang Shao, seventeen years old, from Bianjing, killed his sister."

"Ah Xi! Have you sharpened my kitchen knife? Oh! Er Fu, why did you play in the woods over there again! Didn't you say that the body of a girl doll was dug up in the woods a few days ago? It's very unlucky, you are not allowed to play there in the future!"

The man in the hat shook his head and put a shiny kitchen knife on the table, "Boss, the knife is on the table."

"Hey, don't go, I came up from the mountain just now, a pretty girl asked me about you, hey, there was a scalper behind me... hey! Is that your girlfriend?"

The man in the bamboo hat pursed his lips, lowered the brim of his hat, walked to the door, and said in a deep voice, "My wife."