As I said before, the soil slopes on both sides of the stone are not high, but long. Xue Xiang did not expect that he ran with all his might for half an hour before he reached the foot of the Poison Dragon Slope described by Wang Gang... And where was the horizontal slope in front of him, it was clearly a small hill. He even suspected that the two original soil slopes were the remaining veins of the Poison Dragon Mountain.

However, the Dulongpo in front of me is very reluctant to say that it is a small hill. Because the grass and trees on it are withered and the rocks are exposed, they only have the size of a hill above it. However, the vegetation in it is sparse, so it can only be called a slope.

With the experience of being deeply trapped in the mud foot the previous time, Xue Xiang did not dare to rush up the slope rashly, but tried the soil at the foot of the slope, which was much harder than the original square slope. It was obviously the not-so-lucent vegetation on the Dulong Slope.

Even so, Xue Xiang did not dare to climb rashly. Instead, he found two broken pieces of wood at the foot of the mountain. He broke his hands and then split them into four wide boards, took green vines, and tied a wide cross under his feet to increase the cross section and reduce the pressure on the sludge.

Xue Xiang tied the green vine tightly, then moved up the mountain, looked around, and shouted constantly, but half of the person responded. Xue Xiang climbed and showed off his skills, walking steadily and quickly, and he swung for more than two meters in one step. In a moment, he reached the hillside, turned his head again, looked down from the mountain, and his vision was wide open, and everything around him was visible.

With this experience, Mr. Xue no longer walked and looked and shouted, but ran towards the top. The heart was united and the speed increased naturally. Dulongpo was just a small hill after all. Although it was a little weather, it was only more than 40 meters. Even if the mountain was steep, Mr. Xue was busy rushing to avoid bumps and climbing the ridge, he could go quickly.

After another half an hour, Mr. Xue finally reached the peak. But he saw that the top of the Dulongpo was a huge open space with a flat terrain and dense flowers and trees, which was no less than ten times as lush as the slope. Mr. Xue had just found a place with a wide view and waited down to look down. Who knew that as soon as he turned around, he heard the voices.

"Uncle, are you here to pick mushrooms too?"

Xue Xiangxun looked at him, but saw a little girl in the northwest purple peony bush. She was staring at herself with her eyes wide open. The girl was only seven or eight years old, and she seemed to be as thin as the little guy, making her original melon face look even thinner. A blue cloth jacket was hanging loosely on her thin shoulders, covering her trousers, and there were countless patches on the jacket, indicating that she couldn't make up for it.

The little man didn't show any conspicuousness, but his black eyes were bright. He stared at Xue Xiang with a flash of fear in his eyes, and he hugged the huge basket in his arms tightly. He seemed to be afraid that Xue Xiang would snatch him from the sudden appearance.

Xue Xiang saw the little man clearly and was overjoyed and said in surprise: "You are the little flower, right?"

When the little man heard Xue Xiang call out her name, his little hand was even more shocked. He took a step back and said timidly: "How did you know, but I don't know you."

Xue Xiang saw the little thing, but he didn't move. He smiled and said, "It was Eryi who told me that there was a cashier enoki mushroom. It costs 2 cents per pound. He asked me to tell you to go down quickly."

"Oh. Tell Brother Yi, just tell me that I will go on later, pick more and sell more, and I can buy medicine for my mother at that time." The little man didn't cheer, but was very calm.

In fact, the little man was wondering whether this uncle wanted to trick himself and draw the enoki mushrooms here alone, because no one would pay 2 cents to buy a pound of enoki mushrooms.

It is said that poor children are early to become a family. In fact, they are helpless. The sufferings they have given birth have taught them a lot, and they have to.

Xue Xiang looked at the little man's eyes and looked cunning, and then he knew that the little man was suspicious. For a moment, he couldn't think of anything to say, so he couldn't hold the little man down the mountain.

Xue Xiang was silent, and the little man suddenly spoke again: "Uncle, if you pick enoki mushrooms too, you pick them there, I pick them here, there are so many, so I can't hold on to what you can't hold. I fill them up and leave, and I will give you all the ones behind."

After hearing what the little man said, Xue Xiangxin really felt deeply moved throughout his life. Although his little baby is smart, he is smart and plays with people's hearts. How can he get along with the little man in front of him?

"I don't pick mushrooms, I just collect mushrooms. I bought all the mushrooms in Erya. I bought all the mushrooms on the mountain. Stop picking them, I bought your mushrooms too." Speaking, Mr. Xue took out a one-yuan bill from his pocket and fluttered in the wind.

The red ticket immediately attracted the attention of the little man, "Really?"

"Really!" As he spoke, Mr. Xue took the banknote and moved forward. He arrived at him and handed the banknote over. He originally wanted to find a pocket to stuff it in, but he searched all over the little man's body, and there was a patch, a hole, and there was no extra fabric to use it as a trouser pocket.

With a whoosh, the little man pulled the money over, took it in his hand and flipped it around. After watching for a while, he held it tightly and handed it to Xue Xiang: "I'll give it to you, it should be less than five kilograms, so I'll pay the basket to you too."

Xue Xiang was stunned. At this time, he noticed the little man's hands. They were not just a pair of hands. They were simply a pair of rotten steamed buns. Their two little hands were red and swollen, covered with hard scabs. The tiger's mouth on the left hand was already ulcerated and pus. The back of the right hand was covered with acne. Xue Xiang glanced at it and his heart trembled. At some point, tears were already filled with tears.

"Uncle, why are you crying?"

Xue Xiang turned around, wiped his eyes, and picked up the little man: "Uncle's eyes are not good. Seeing Feng crying, go, hurry up and go down the mountain with Uncle. Eryi, they are still waiting."

The little man nodded, hugged the basket tightly, and asked again: "Uncle, you bought the grinding mushrooms from this mountain. Who can help you pick them? Can you invite me? I only need very little money."

Tong Shengzhi's words were heartbroken, Xue Xiang's heart was in trouble, and tears were about to roll out from her eyes. He quickly shook his nose twice to stop the tears. The other hand gently touched her little hand and touched the wound. The little man trembled slightly. Xue Xiang quickly took the small bamboo basket in her hand and whispered: "What disease did your mother have? Are you in the hospital?"

The little man's eyes darkened and he shook his head: "I don't know what disease I got. Anyway, I don't like my mother going to the hospital. Every time she goes to the hospital late, her face becomes worse and whiter, and she loses strength softly. So, I want to make money, earn a lot of money, and treat my mother's illness."

At this point, Xue Xiang didn't dare to ask any more, because every time he heard a sentence, his heart felt like a knife was being stolen. At this moment, he could not guess what Xiaohua's mother was wrong, so she must have gone to the hospital to sell blood. Otherwise, she would not have been able to go back to the hospital and be even worse.

Xue Xiang didn't know what he said. He had never felt his weakness as weak as he was now. Yes, he had billions of wealth in Hong Kong, and he had amazing fame in Sijiu City. Even the Xue family has developed into a huge family. But so what? Can every child like a little flower be able to read? Can every little flower sit in a spacious and bright classroom? Can every little flower's mother not be embarrassed to sell blood and exchange money.........

Xue Xiang was in a state of great emotion and was in a state of dismay. He hugged the little man and walked forward quickly, but forgot that danger was gradually coming.

Because the wind was blowing, it was so strong that the thorns on the hillside were blown and dancing wildly, and countless decaying flowers and grass were rolled into the sky. Old Xue had completely forgotten how cautious he was when he went up the mountain, and he tied wooden boards to relieve pressure. But now he was walking with a little man in his arms, and his own weight immediately weighed dozens of kilograms without knowing it.

With a click, a big hole emerged under Old Xue's feet, and the wooden board at the left corner had already sunk in. The mountain wind was howling, and the sudden rain came again, causing Xue Xiang's long hair to fly, and the cold raindrops hit his face, awakening him in an instant.

Seeing this situation under his feet, Mr. Xue didn't know that he was already in danger at this moment. At that moment, he struggled with his feet, broke the green vine, relaxed the wooden board, and immediately took the corner off the board. He was about to put down the small flower and reduce the weight of his body. With a loud bang, a huge rock rolled down from the top of the mountain. The huge rock came fiercely, and it collapsed inch by inch. The rocks rushed down the slope like a tide.

The mudslide broke out!

Old Xue was so desperate that he quickly picked up Xiaoyao on the ground, threw the small bamboo basket away, and rushed towards the mountain. At this moment, Old Xue reversed the situation and understood the truth. Human resources could hardly resist such a huge natural disaster as mudslide, and Old Xue had thought about it even more. Moreover, the power of the mudslide was the greater the power of the mudslide. After all, at the foot of the mountain, the potential energy of the gravitational force had been completely transformed into kinetic energy, and the natural momentum was shocking.

Besides, Mr. Xue is only more than fifty meters away from the top of the mountain at this time. If he goes down the mountain, it is impossible to get faster than the speed of this mudslide. Only by going upstream and reaching the top is a safe place. After all, it is just a small-scale mudslide at present, not the entire mountain evolves into a landslide.

Even this small-scale mudslide was still powerful. Before Mr. Xue took a few steps, he had no idea how many flying stones had been hit on his body. The wind was dancing, the rocks burst out, and the soil was as soft as sand. Mr. Xue tried his best and stepped on each step thickly and accurately. Even if he chose each step on the hard rock, his feet were still at the ankle, and it was still hard to pull it up. There was no extra effort to avoid the flying stone.

Xue Xiang tried hard to protect the little man in his arms, bent down and walked slowly. It took more than ten minutes for the distance of fifty meters to reach it.

Xue Xing reached the top of the mountain, and the clearing was still solid, and the mud was already like rain on the hillside, and the rocks were turning and rolling, like rivers. After a few breaths, he heard a rumbling, rumbling, loud noises, indicating the shocking power.

Old Xue shone with cold sweat on his forehead and thought it was so dangerous that he looked at the little man in his arms. His face was flushed and there was no terror at all.

"Are you afraid?" Xue Xiang asked softly.

"I was afraid before, but I was not afraid anymore. My uncle's arms are so warm!" (To be continued)

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