Chapter 1812: : Mountain people

On the banks of the stream, there is a large shoal covered with pebbles, lying alone, with a pale complexion, eyes closed, even the breath is very weak.
The half of his body was soaked by the stream, and several green-shelled crabs crawled around him, and one of them directly crawled on him.
For several days, this person has not been able to wake up, but he has not died. He has always kept a weak breath and has been lying here.
I don't know how many days have passed since an old and a small figure walked slowly from a distance.
The old man looked like he was in his sixties, with a dark complexion, wearing a hat, wearing a coat, carrying a fishing rod made of bamboo on his shoulders, and walking a little uncoordinated, it seemed that his left leg was lame.
And the little one was a girl under ten years old, wearing old clothes with many stitches, bare two little feet, little blushing, and two horns braids on his head, kicking his feet from time to time Small stones.
The old man looked at his little girl's really cheerful day that day, and also had a peaceful smile on his face.
Suddenly, the little girl ran to the old man in panic from the front, pulling the old man's clothes and saying, "There are dead people in front!"
The old man's face changed, and he quickly squinted and looked in front of him. Sure enough, he saw a motionless body.
The little girl was terrified, but she was still looking at the probe, still seeming curious.
"Stay here, Grandpa will take a look." The old man said, setting the bamboo pole aside and walking carefully.
The girl nodded. Although she was curious about the corpse, it was a dead person after all. She was still scared and dared not follow.
The old man approached the corpse and saw that the corpse was so young. It seemed that he would not even reach the age of twenty. Although his face was white and scary, he looked pretty.
The old man looked sad, and felt a little regret. How could such a beautiful young man die here? Could it be that a natural disaster or a human disaster?
But the old man didn't think about it, and lived most of his life. It's not surprising that this kind of person died in the wild mountains and wild mountains.
"Alas, I was killed at a young age, and it was also very pitiful. I will bury you, so that you can be safe in the earth, so as not to be bitten by the jackal tiger on this mountain." After all, the old man was kind and decided Digging a pit and burying the young man's body, and then setting up an unnamed monument to him, it would be considered a good deed.
"Peace, come here." The old man turned back and greeted his granddaughter.
The little girl called Ping'an was hesitant, but she still wanted to take a look at the dead man in her heart, so she came closer.
"Oh, this guy looks really good." He saw the face of the corpse and said with a little surprise.
The old man smiled bitterly: "Don't watch it, Grandpa will bury him."
"Oh." Ping An responded, and then helped the old man to drag the body to the shore.
The old man found a place and began to dig the soil with a small attached to his waist. The little girl felt very bored and went to the river to touch the small fish and shrimp.
After digging for more than half an hour, the old man finally dug out a decent pit, and he was very sweaty.
But after all, when the young man was young, he did physical work, and he was an hunter who went into the mountains and hunted. Even if he is older, his body is still tough.
Wiping away the sweat, the old man first whispered something to the corpse. It was nothing more than what made you settle down in the earth, let's reincarnate earlier and so on.
After the nagging was over, the old man pushed the body directly into the earthen pit, and then covered the earth with it. It was called Yan Shi, and he specially surrounded a circle of stones on the side, and finally found a relatively smooth slate. Standing before this little earth bag.
After doing this, the old man took a rest beside the earthen pit, looked up at the sky, and frowned slightly.
"This is going to rain." The old man said to himself, for an old hunter who has lived in the mountain for so many years, when there will be wind and rain and when there will be a big sun, just look at the sky to know.
On the mountain, rain is not a good thing, especially when there is thunder, it will disturb the wild animals on the mountain and move around. If it is not possible, it will enter the hunter's house.
When the old man was young, there were several beasts on the mountain in his home. His father was shot dead alive by a blind wild bear who was frightened by the thunder.
This is the fate of the Orion. After hunting for a lifetime, it is likely that he died under the claws of those fierce beasts.
The old man looked at his granddaughter, who was having fun playing by the river, holding two green-shelled crabs with both hands, his face smiling broadly.
Seeing that his granddaughter was having fun, the old man was also happy. The big things were not as good as our granddaughter.
After enough rest, the old man went to pick up the fishing rod and fished by the river. Because at an old age, the old man did not go to the mountains to hunt, not only dangerous, but also worried that if he died on the mountain, this fatherless and motherless My little granddaughter?
Therefore, the old man often takes his little granddaughter down the mountain to fish by the creek. How much can be fished, as long as the grandfather and grandson have enough to eat.
"Grandpa, is there a dragon king in this water?" he crouched beside the old man and asked innocently.
The old man froze for a moment and said with a smile: "The water here is too shallow to accommodate Lord Long."
Ping An pouted safely: "How big will the river have the Lord Dragon?"
The old man thought for a while: "It is probably about ten such big rivers."
Ping An heard the small face full of surprise: "Is there such a big river?"
The old man laughed: "Of course."
"Have Grandpa seen you?" Xiao Ping looked at his grandpa in surprise.
The old man was slightly embarrassed and scratched his head. He had never been out of the mountains a few times in his life. The furthest was to go to a town more than 100 miles away.
"Of course Grandpa has seen ~EbookFREE.me~ But after all, in front of his granddaughter, the old man still has a face to face.
Xiao Ping giggled, then placed his hands on his chin, looked at the clear stream in front, and whispered softly: "I also want to see such a big river."
Although the old man is old, his ears are very bright. Hearing his granddaughter's words, his heart is full of guilt.
He was just an old hunter who had nothing to do, and had never seen any other hunter in the world. He had come over in his life like this, but his little granddaughter, like himself, had to live in this poor mountain and evil water all his life?
With a sigh, the old man was hesitant. Should he take his granddaughter to look outside the mountain?
"go home."
"Oh."
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The night rain was pouring, and the new barren tomb not far from the stream suddenly moved.
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