Ghost Blowing Lamp 2
The first volume Yellow leather grave Chapter zero Introduction
There is a remnant book on my ancestors, which is a 16-character secret book of Yin and Yang Feng Shui written by the predecessors of "Touching Gold". This book * * * has a 16-character dragon-seeking tactic, and Feng Shui Mystery belongs to a branch of magic number, but what is magic number? After Qin and Han dynasties, it was the peak period, and Yi was its general program. Its purpose is not beyond the yin-yang and five elements, but restrained. In fact, they are all a branch of Yi, and Fu is full of miscellaneous words. Things are born with images, images are born with numbers, multiplication and division are deduced, and the source of poor things is mathematics. The stars, the earth and the clouds are fascinating, and they are all in the classics. In the later ages, the demon gradually lost its truth. However, it cannot be said that there was no such thing in ancient times. Naturally, the last stream is miscellaneous and cannot be named. History and records always refer to it as "five elements".
With this wonderful book, I became an inverted bucket captain. During this period, many things happened and many people were met. For me, the experience of these years can be used as "I don't hate dying in the south, so I have been traveling wonderfully all my life." Looking back, there was a river of blood. Fortunately, I traveled all over the castle peak before I was old. Now I am about to bid farewell to the career of "captain of the gold medal". Before I went to America, I found an old photo album when I was packing. I looked through it and saw many old photos mixed with a photo of me and several partners. The background of the photo is the vast grassland in Inner Mongolia. There are me and the fat man in the photo, and some memories will not be killed by time. I still clearly remember that this photo was taken before I joined the army. At that time, we were still wearing hats and military bags sideways, which is ridiculous from the present point of view, but I didn't feel that way at that time. I still think this image is quite fashionable. After taking photos, my companions and I went into the depths of the prairie. I still clearly remember that we are going to Mobei to find a black dragon. ...
The first volume Yellow Skin Grave The first chapter Catch up with the winter drought (I)
1In the autumn of 969, the Vietnamese people's war of liberation against American imperialist aggression was in full swing. At this time, as one of the many educated youths who went to the countryside, I was arranged by the Educated Youth Office to jump the queue in Daxing 'anling, and received the highest instructions: educated youth went to the countryside to fight snowball fights, refine their hearts, fight heaven and earth battles, and cast iron bones.
Unconsciously, a few months have passed, and the excitement and freshness when I first entered the mountain have long since disappeared. Instead, I live a boring life day after day. In the ravine where I cut in line, there are only twenty or thirty households in a * * *, and almost all of them are uninhabited virgin forests within several hundred miles of Fiona Fang, Fiona Fang.
People in the village camp rely on mountains to eat, except for opening a few acres of wasteland in a flat place and planting some daily rations, the rest of the food is mainly obtained by hunting in the mountains. The roe deer, roe deer, rabbits, pheasants, fungus and mushrooms in the forest are all chewy, so eating well is not a problem.
But that winter, there was an early snow in the mountains, and the northwest wind suddenly intensified and the weather suddenly cooled down. Seeing that the heavy snow is about to close the mountain, everyone has not had time to reserve food for the winter. Because in the autumn of last year, mountain people had to hunt a large number of wild boars and rabbits when they were fat in autumn, and store them in air-dried wax to spend the cruel and long winter in Daxing' anling.
Speaking of the unusual climate that has never happened in the past ten years, it began to snow in beginning of autumn just after, and then the northwest wind hung up. Hunters are inevitably in a state of confusion. They rush into the mountains to "catch up with the winter drought", race against time with God, and try their best to trap foxes and shoot rabbits. Otherwise, if it is later, the white-haired wind that blows in winter will definitely blow in the mountains, which would be great.
Fatty, my partner who jumped the queue with me, has been busy scratching his heart and liver recently. He can't wait for something to go wrong When he saw hunters hunting in the mountains in droves, he immediately became interested and tried to discuss with me. He plans to go into the mountains with hunters to shoot bears.
My passion for hunting in the mountains, especially for "catching foxes", is no less than that of fat people, but I rarely have the opportunity to take a gun and a dog for fun. I already know this action very well, and the secretary of the township party Committee will definitely not let us participate. First, because we educated youth have been on the mountain for less than half a year, we have already made a lot of troubles, which has provoked the old branch secretary to make a big fuss and won't let us run amok again. Recently, the tasks he arranged for us, except cutting graves and laying bricks, are all boring jobs; Secondly, this year's winter drought is a major event in the village camp. Hunting is a collective action, which requires rich experience and tacit cooperation between hunters, in order to get an educated youth and an egg shaped thing from the city to join in. If something goes wrong, everyone will spend the winter on an empty stomach, and no one can afford this responsibility. We must never take such a risk.
We watched every household deploy lean hunters to form a "combat team to catch winter drought" and marched into the mountains with a large number of hunting dogs. I am really anxious and angry in my heart. Even though I knew it was basically hopeless, I still held a glimmer of hope and went to the secretary of the township party Committee to accommodate me. Even if we arranged some rear support work for the educated youth, we would stay in the village camp again, and we would press people.
Fat man also emphasized Chairman Mao's highest instruction to the secretary of the township party committee: "We all come from all corners of the country and come together for the same purpose. On behalf of our five educated youths, I sincerely ask you, anyway, please let us throw ourselves into the torrent of revolutionary struggle to drive out the winter drought ... "
Before the fat man finished, the old branch secretary killed our request with another supreme instruction: "Don't talk to me, what are you talking about?" Isn't Chairman Mao the same guy ... by the way ... his old man's house also stressed that he should oppose liberalism and obey organizational arrangements. So everyone in our village camp went hunting, and the rest were women, children, the elderly, the sick and the disabled. Look at the snow. It is also a trouble to find enough black blind people to eat cats in winter. I think so. You young people leave half of them to guard the camp in the village, Bayi and Xiao Pang.
As expected, I saw that there was no room for compromise on the route. Since this is the point, I have to do it. I secretly plan to find opportunities to set foxes near forest farms, which is better than doing ideological work in village camps. So I bid farewell to the other three educated youth companions, put my bedding on my back, and together with the fat man, under the guidance of the swallow, went to the forest farm under Tuanshanzi to keep firewood.
There are several families in the village camp as educated youth points, and the educated youth who jump the queue are fixed in these families, while eating is to take turns to visit the households and catch up with what to eat. Swallow is the "landlord" of me and the fat man. She is also an excellent hunter. The secretary of the township party Committee arranged for her to take care of the forest farm, and she was also worried that the forest farm would be attacked by wild animals.
Swallow lost the chance to hunt in the mountains, but she didn't complain, because the educated youth is far more knowledgeable than the mountain people, especially me and the fat man, who can talk about astronomy and geography. When she was with the educated youth, she could learn about the world beyond the mountains that she had never left, so she took a shotgun and some necessary items, and set off with me and the fat man. From the village to the forest farm, it is a long way to cross a ridge and turn into two ravines. The northwest wind blew all the way out, and the snow foam on the treetops was flying all over the sky. In addition, even during the day, the sky is gray, making it impossible to tell whether it has been snowing. I wrapped my head in a dog skin hat, but the wind still made my head numb.
However, according to the swallow, this weather is nothing at all. In winter in the deep mountains, the snow in the Woods will be waist-deep. It is very hard for people to walk through the snow in the snow. If they don't walk far, they will break out in a hot sweat, but they must never stop. Once they stop breathing and are swept away by the biting cold wind, the whole body sweat will immediately turn into layers of frost, which people who have not spent the winter in the mountains will never imagine. The most terrible thing is the "white-haired wind" mentioned by the mountain people. The so-called "white-haired wind" means snow plus wind. The silvery whirlwind is worse than ice skates, and it is simply intolerable to blow on people. Therefore, hunters in the mountains should reserve food in advance and start sleeping on the hot kang at home when it is freezing.
It's almost a day's walk to the forest farm This forest farm is next to the "Tuanshanzi" where people and bears haunt. A river runs through this beautiful snow source, just separating the mountains from the forests. Tuanshanzi has dense vegetation and no shortage of food. People and bears on the mountain will not easily cross the river into the forest, and hunters dare not provoke the fierce king of the forest, people and bears.
The first volume Yellow Skin Grave The first chapter Catch up with the winter drought (below)
When the spring water grows, the wood cut by the forest farm will use the river water as a raft and rush downstream. There is a railway and a small locomotive at the lower reaches of the river, which are specially used to transport wood. The situation here is very similar to the "Jiapigou" described in the famous novel Lin Yuan. "Jiapigou" is indeed a place in the northeast, and there is a similar place name in Tuanshanzi's forest farm, called "Huangpigou", but even an old hunter like father Swallow can't tell the story of this place name, except that there are many yellow skins around here. Wong Tai Sin made a terrible noise a long time ago, but now no one mentions it. Yellow skin is a common name for weasel by local people.
Although Tuanshanzi Forest Farm is primitive, it is indispensable for socialist construction, which is why we have to come here on duty in the face of the snow. But to be honest, there is nothing serious to do in the forest farm in winter. The only thing that needs to be taken care of is to go to the lower reaches of the river later to help deliver the last small train to transport wood.
This forest farm has a row of wooden houses made of birch trees. In spring and summer, there are loggers working and living here. Because the transportation capacity is limited, they can't transport more trees, so whenever they finish their production tasks, they will leave the forest farm to go home for the New Year almost before and after the Mid-Autumn Festival. At this time, the forest farm will be taken care of by the nearest post camp.
Before we arrived, the old man knocking at the door and his granddaughter, a girl named Thrushcross, were in charge of managing the forest farm. Originally, according to the arrangement of the village party secretary, they were to be replaced, but when they arrived, they found that there was something wrong with the forest farm. The woodcutter's cabin was empty, and the ashes in the furnace were so cold that there was no heat, and we didn't see the two men.
I can't help worrying about them. I quickly and two companions separately found a circle in the forest farm, but there was still no trace. My heart is getting more and more uneasy. I said to the fat man and the swallow, "It's so cold this year that there is no warning in advance. I'm afraid the wild animals in the mountains will catch up with the winter drought. Will the old man knocking on the mountain and his granddaughter be taken away by this evil animal? "
The hounds in the village camp were brought into the mountains to hunt, so we didn't bring hounds. It's snowing now. The mountains near Tuanshanzi are dense and the terrain is complex. The snow covers the traces of people and animals. Even if we have hundreds of people to look for it, we may not be able to find it, besides, there are only three of us at present. Fat man and I immediately thought of going back to the village to move reinforcements, and suddenly thought that there was no one in the village. At that time, we were young and helpless.
She still looked carefully at the cabin. There is still some food and dried meat left in the room, but the old man's shotgun and horn pot full of gunpowder and iron ore are gone. Orion is the best observation clue. There were no signs of animals in the cabin, and everything was neatly arranged. They seem to have made a lot of sticky cakes, so it should be nothing. Maybe the old man who shocked the mountain took his granddaughter to shoot rabbits, or maybe he was worried that the snow would close the mountain. He returned to the village early. The old man in Manshan has been hunting for decades and has rich experience. Although his skill is not as flexible as before, since he carries a shotgun, as long as he doesn't meet a mother bear who just gave birth on the road, nothing will happen.
Seeing that there was nothing unusual in the forest farm, the three of us were a little relieved and hungry all the way. It's tragic. At this time, all important things have to be put aside. The urgent task is to keep warm and fill the stomach, so I burned the kang in a hurry, baked frozen cakes on the furnace wall and ate them to satisfy my hunger. The three of them were full and it was dark, so they started chatting casually as usual to relieve boredom. As usual, they take turns blowing. The fat man first told an anecdote about fighting bandits in Northeast China before liberation. He listened to his father. I have heard him say it for more than ten times. The swallow was fascinated by this story for the first time.
I saw the fat man foaming at the mouth and gesticulating, saying, Bandits who gather people to plunder the wealth of the people are also called "Hu bandits" or "bearded" in the northeast. It is said that Hu bandits are different from mainland people who clamor for horses and form their own school. The ancestor they worshipped was Mao, the commander-in-chief of Pidao in the late Ming Dynasty. After Yuan Chonghuan, the vice governor of the Ming Dynasty, designed to kill Mao, a large number of officers and men under Mao fled to the northeast coastal islands or deep forests. He didn't smash and rob houses, but a hundred years later, with the increasingly complex personnel structure, he gradually evolved into a gangster who committed all kinds of crimes. However, until liberation, gangsters still regarded Mao as their ancestor.
These "Hu bandits" gangs were later called "Sons", and the names of each son varied according to the names cited by the gang leaders, such as "A iron whip", "Flying Flowers on the Grass", "Mulberry Sword" and "Phoenix Hero".
Before liberation, the number one bandit in Northeast China was a bald man nicknamed "Covering the sky". When he was young, this man became a monk in a temple and learned the hard work of practicing iron cloth shirts with copper. However, after he became "secular", he never grew hair again, and his hands were covered with the blood of cadres and the masses.
After Japan surrendered, land reform was carried out in Northeast China. In order to protect the fruits of victory from bandits, the East Council set up a special bandit class. After a series of hard and cruel battles, the "four beams and eight pillars" of Hu bandits were finally eradicated. "Four beams and eight pillars" is an organization name within the Hu bandits, except for the "big cabinet" called by the master. There are "top beam", "corner beam", "welcome door beam" and "heartless beam" respectively. Eight pillars are the general names of Miracle, Hang Line, Understand Bureau, Pass Number, General Prompt, Water Phase, Horse Number and Finance Office. these
The key figure in this "four beams and eight pillars" is "Jiao Liang", commonly known as "Mr. Shu Tong" in Northeast China. He is the whole son's strategist, and uses some superstitious magic techniques to "push eight doors" to decide the advance and retreat of the whole gang. When the strategist was finished, he lost collusion and became a veritable one-man army. Some superstitious locals say that this bandit leader saved Wong Tai Sin's life when he was young. Wong Tai Sin has protected him all his life, and he can escape from the earth. Even if he is sent to the heavenly army, he will never want to arrest him.
But the thing is so strange that Hu bandits are most afraid of mentioning the word "death", but they can't hide it if they don't mention it. As the saying goes, "if you do evil, you will not be born." Perhaps "covering the sun" is full of evil, which means that his luck has run out. That year, a rare "winter drought" occurred in the deep mountains. People call this year "the year of death", and Wong Tai Sin can't cover him at last.