I asked for some burning paper for sacrifice in the mountain village. Xing Zhen carried his luggage alone to a remote and open hill, away from the dry trees and weeds, and squatted down behind him to clear the snow.

Light two piles of burning paper, facing the direction of Qingyang Mountain, the dark boy rose and fell twice and bowed twice, and kowtowed three times each time.

He kept muttering: "My mother is so happy, my son is far away from home and it is not convenient to go back to worship. Looking at his hometown from afar, I would like to greet my mother."

"I burned two piles of yellow paper. If you are with your father, remember to collect it together. If your father is still alive, you can accept it yourself."

He turned around and knelt down to another pile of burning yellow paper and said, "Father, don't be surprised. Xing really hopes that you are still alive. But he has never come to me and I feel very confident."

"The child knew about some mother's past, knew about a damn old man, and knew about the existence of more than 100,000 troops."

"Father, are you fighting with them again? If so, you must hold on. Wait for the child to grow up, fight side by side with his father and avenge his mother."

"Father and mother, you must bless your children and become stronger as soon as possible. You are qualified to know more secrets and be able to follow your steps forward."

Xing Zhen sat alone on the mountain, telling the little things about the copycat.

"You can feel the kindness of the people in the village to you. You are really very good to you. If you don't believe me, you just prepared new clothes for me."

After saying that, Xing Zhen took off his torn clothes in the snow and ice. He changed his brand new clothes and turned around in circles to appreciate the handsome Xing Zhen for his parents.

"By the way, the cotton robe that Mr. Su gave me is also very beautiful."

In this way, Xing Zhen changed his clothes and muttered: "There is a careless Grandpa Pang who is outside the village. The child saw with his own eyes that Aunt Xiliu was given to him by the old man."

"I have to mention Aunt Xiliu, who is hard-mouthed and soft-hearted, Aunt Yuru, who has a good temper and a good-tempered woman. She smokes a big cigarette pot all day long and has been observing her child secretly."

"And there is also Grandpa Guan who is loyal to his mother."

The boy talked to the air alone for more than an hour, and the journey to the mountain had passed quietly in the morning.

Xing Zhen rushed to the next place to worship. The grave of the veteran Guan Zheng is not far from here. This is also why Xing Zhen chose to burn paper on this hill.

Someone came to Guan Zheng’s grave in advance, and brand new yellow paper was pressed on the grave. Xing Zhen didn’t mind, so he added a few more yellow papers to press them on the grave.

The rest burned in front of the grave. The boy knelt down, without the so-called young master's attitude, only one grandson treated his grandfather's filial piety.

There were another rumor, and at the end of the day, he went down the mountain while practicing boxing, and kept muttering: "I want to become stronger, I want to know more, and I want to be able to fight side by side with my parents."

When I returned to the village, it was already dusk. The village was lively and decorated with lights, and the wine was filled with the smell of meat. I prepared to watch the New Year's Eve.

It seems that everyone is ready, and when they see Xing Zhen, they will give him a red envelope. A few copper coins are not much money, but they are wrapped around everyone's feelings.

Originally, the red envelope was sent on the first day of the New Year, and the adults were worried that their children would be too late to watch the night. They were preparing to let them have a good night's sleep on the first day of the New Year.

When I returned to my small wooden house, I found two uninvited little guys lying on the bed counting copper plates.

Seeing Xing Zhen come back, the two little guys start to show off again. When they see Xing Zhen holding a handful of red envelopes, they immediately cried and shouted.

Poor Xing Zhen’s bed was messed up by these two little guys. However, the person involved was not aware of it at all and had to grab the quilt from time to time to wipe his tears.

Xing Zhen was angry and laughed. He gave half of the red envelope and threw it on the bed, saying, "You two should share it equally, are you still balanced this time?"

The little Bu Shi and the little guy immediately burst into tears and rushed forward. They could not care about the equal division, and whoever caught more was the one who was. The result was that the little guy deliberately gave in, and the little guy caught more.

The little girl smiled happily, and the treacherous little Bu Shi was secretly happy. The good times failed, and the two little guys were a little lost in their favor. They both stared at the remaining red envelopes in Xing Zhen's hand.

The latter hurriedly hid the red envelope behind him and threatened with a cold face: "Don't even think about it. I want to use the money to treat Mr. Yu to hot pot. I will pay what I owe to others sooner or later."

Although the cottage was decorated with lights, there was no fireworks prepared. Even though the Bushi and the people begged, the adults still firmly opposed it.

There is nothing we can do about it, a copycat of more than 200 people. It is an optional existence in the endless waters and mountains.

It is said that the bandit gangs in Shuiboshan are as large as thousands, and the top few have a size of nearly 10,000 people. They can be compared with the army that can be stationed on one side.

At least 180 people, regardless of the small bandit gangs. The clan of Xing Zhen was located, more than 200 people belonged to the weak leader, and the lamb leg meat in the eyes of the powerful clan.

The big village can set off fireworks and firecrackers without any scruples, allowing the colorful brilliance to fly all over the sky. The village where Xing Zhen is located is not good, and the fireworks blooming in the sky are indeed beautiful, and it will also expose the location of the village.

If you are discovered by those who are interested, you will inevitably cause unnecessary trouble. Therefore, the copycat will not let go of fireworks and firecrackers.

There was no sound of firecrackers, but it did not affect the bustle and bustle in the village. Everyone gathered together, and a group of older bandits ate meat and drank wine in large cubes.

Even if you are frugal in your daily life, such days will never be vague. You should have the pomp and the atmosphere you should have.

Xing Zhen, Xiao Bushi and the little thing were pulled into the adult's table and ate and had sex with them.

Aunt Xiliu said: "Today's day is special and there are no outsiders, so there is no need to pay attention to some bullshit rules. Sitting together lively, if you little guys want to drink, just speak up, and make an exception today."

The previous words were unanimously recognized, and when I heard the back, the three little guys' heads kept shaking.

Xing Zhen looked around and asked, "Auntie Xiliu, Mr. Pang, Mr. Yang, Uncle Kuishan, Uncle Qu Cheng, Uncle Yan Sui, Uncle Zheng Yelang, Uncle Zheng, Uncle Ji Dacheng, and asked Uncle Cheng and Uncle Mingfu why they were not here?"

"Didn't it be agreed that it was a member of the group? Did these people go down the mountain?"

Xiliu gave Xing Zhen a huff: "You little guy, you have observed carefully. If they have something to do, you will be worried."

Seeing Xing Zhen’s face full of confusion, Bu Yuru smiled and explained: “Sister Xiliu, don’t keep it a secret. There will always be someone patrolling the counterfeit village, and these people are scattered to guard the area.”

"When someone is full and drink, they will naturally come back and come back."

"I'll go patrol outside too. I have to eat and live here for free, and I always have to do something." As he spoke, Xing Zhen was already standing up and wanted to walk outside.

As a result, Aunt Xiliu grabbed her and grabbed a chicken leg and stuffed it into Xing Zhen's mouth.

"Eat your meal with peace of mind, no one in the cottage will pick on you."

Without waiting for Xing Zhen to refute, the young man was pushed back to his seat by the woman. When the patrol personnel were replaced, the elderly bandits were just drinking and enjoying the meat.

Mr. Pang and Mr. Jin held wine glasses and moved each other on the dinner table. They toasted and spoke all kinds of auspicious words.

Old man Yang seemed unhappy and looked at a group of old men. He was so depressed that he took a deep breath of dry tobacco and sighed: "The scenery at the foot of the mountain is beautiful, with the undulating mountains and thin willows. When you walk, you twist and twist, how comfortable it looks."

Zheng Yelang approached Old Man Yang and said carelessly: "Brother, what are you thinking? Share and share."

Old Man Yang didn't shy away: "What do you think? I will think whatever you think." Then he turned around and looked at the bottom of the mountain.

Zheng Yelang showed an expression that I understood, and then he slapped his soybean in his arms for a while and found two villain books.

Old Man Yang's eyes were shining with golden light, and he threw the cigarette puff onto the dining table with a snap. His old hands quickly and accurately, and each grabbed two villain books of the gods fighting.

Zheng Yelang was not slow either, so he almost snatched back a copy under the devil's claws, and said angrily: "Brother Yang, don't bring such a thing. Be careful that you will not have such a good thing next time."

Old Man Yang grabbed one, and was reluctant: "Tell me, where did you do it? Why don't you get a few more?"

Zheng Yelang stayed in a deep voice and whispered: "Last time I went to Shanliang County to buy books for Xing Zhen and the others, I saw it in the bookstore. There are only two left in the damn bookstore, and I have wrapped them up."

"I agreed to the bookstore shop owner to prepare more books like this. I guarantee that I can buy as much as I can."

Old man Yang tilted his head and looked at Zheng Yelang calmly.

The latter instantly understood: "Brother Yang, don't worry, the money is my own, and I have not embezzled the public funds of the copycat. We brothers are responsible and will not do such things that go against our conscience."

Only then did Old Man Yang feel relieved, picked up the tobacco pipe that he had just thrown out and took a sip, and began to read the villain's book on his own.

Zheng Yelang muttered very dissatisfiedly: "I kindly brought a copy for my brother, but I was suspected. I don't have your share next time."

Old man Yang immediately put down the book and tobacco pot, picked up two wine bowls and smiled flatteringly: "What are you saying, Brother Zheng? It's hard to share the same blessings. This kind of great feasting thing is to eat alone and be careful of getting needles."

"Damn, I'm still cursing me now. You old guy, your mouth makes the cigarette pot smell bad?"

"No, no, no, no malice. From now on, I will call you brother, call me brother Yang. If you have such a godly book, don't forget me."

Zheng Yelang curled his lips and said, "This is almost the same. I didn't feel sorry for Brother Yang for a while."

After saying that, they took the wine bowl from Old Man Yang's hand, and the two of them drank it all in one go. Then they buried their heads in the villain's book fighting.

There are different hobbies in the village, and of course they have their own different circles. After returning, three and two gulped each other, they paid for their own expenses and couldn't wait to clean up the dishes.

The drunken legs swayed from side to side, staring at the dice in front of you was really bright. It is unknown whether you could get points, and the atmosphere was absolutely high.

I don’t have much fun, I won and lost, but I don’t feel disappointed. It’s just a fun and fun game. Besides, these single and half-aged people have no place to spend money in this lonely copycat. Therefore, in the eyes of everyone, the money is not as precious as the common people.

Of course, there are also people who don’t like villain books and don’t like dice. For example, Qu Cheng and Ji Dacheng, the two generations of Cheng are dedicated to drinking and eating meat.

After Xing Zhen was full, he looked at the scenes in front of him and was happy for them, but he felt lonely. He still couldn't truly integrate into this circle, so he still needed more understanding.

The helpless boy slowly walked into the darkness alone in a boxing gesture.
Chapter completed!