The whole mountain is my hunting ground

Blind Yang, a figure from half a century ago, was suddenly recorded in a booklet by Zhao Youcai, so he must have an inseparable relationship with the old man.

Zhao Jun couldn't sleep anymore. He got up from the kang, put the pamphlet on the pillow, then kicked his shoes up and down the kang, picked up the coat hanging on the head of the kang, put it on, and then walked out of the room.

At this time, Wang Meilan was already cooking dumplings. The old lady was old, and a dozen meat dumplings were enough for a meal, but Wang Meilan made thirty for her and kept the rest for the old lady to bake dumplings for.

Hearing the noise, Wang Meilan looked back and saw Zhao Jun coming out of the house, and asked hurriedly: "Son, why are you up?"

"It's okay." Zhao Jun remembered something and turned back to the back room, leaving Wang Meilan confused.

Zhao Jun returned to the room, picked up the booklet, and flipped through it from beginning to end.

The booklet didn't have many pages in total. Zhao Jun flipped through it quickly and found that Zhao Youcai had only marked that page.

At this time, hearing the sound of clanging in the outer room, Zhao Jun hurriedly came out from the inner room holding a pamphlet and said to Wang Meilan: "Mom, don't bother, I'll go."

Wang Meilan had just put the dumplings in the aluminum lunch box. After listening to Zhao Jun's words, she clicked the lid of the lunch box, then took off her apron and said to Zhao Jun: "Then go quickly, stop being such a mess."

"Hey." Zhao Jun promised, quickly entered the east room, got on the kang, opened the kang cabinet and put the pamphlet back to its place.

By the time Zhao Jun came out of the east room, Wang Meilan had already wrapped the aluminum lunch box in her apron.

Zhao Jun came over and picked up the lunch box and said to Wang Meilan: "Mom, I put that little book back. When my dad comes back, don't tell me that I found it."

"Ah?" Wang Meilan was startled when she heard this, but Zhao Jun explained: "Save some face for my dad."

After saying that, Zhao Jun took the lunch box and ran outside.

Watching Zhao Jun leave, Wang Meilan was right to think about it. He, Zhao Youcai, was quite a big man, so how could he go to his son's house and look around when he had nothing to do?

But what Zhao Jun said just now made Wang Meilan feel familiar. She thought about it and remembered that time Li Baoyu went to Yongshengtun to bring Hualong back, and when he got home, he said that Hualong was lost.

But that night, Zhao Youcai concluded that Hualong had asked Zhao Jun to hide him. At that time, Wang Meilan asked him why he didn't tell the truth. Zhao Youcai said that he wanted to save some face for Zhao Jun, but the result...

"The two of them are probably up to something!" Wang Meilan's keen intuition concluded that this matter is most likely to be related to money!

Zhao Jun came out of home and ran all the way to Lao Jiang's house. When he entered the courtyard and the house, he heard the old lady's voice coming from the back room: "Who is it?"

"Jiang Nai, it's me." Zhao Jun replied as he walked to the bowl rack, "I'll bring you some food."

"Why!"

Hearing the old lady's response from the back room, Zhao Jun went to the dish rack and took out a large plate, and then went directly into the back room.

When I came in, I saw an old lady sitting on the kang, embroidering. Last time she said she was going to embroider a pair of pillows for Zhao Jun, but she hadn't finished it yet.

As soon as Zhao Jun put the plate on the Kang table, the old lady moved her buttocks over and asked Zhao Jun, raising her head, "What did you get for me?"

"Dumplings." Zhao Jun had already unwrapped his apron bag, opened his lunch box, and poured out almost half of the dumplings.

The dumplings were steaming hot the moment they landed on the plate, but many dumplings were stuck together.

Zhao Jun hurriedly picked up the plate, knocked the edge of the plate against the palm of his other hand, and broke the dumplings together.

At this time, he picked up the aluminum lunch box again and knocked the lunch box again, smashing the more than ten dumplings in the lunch box.

The old lady held the Kang table with her hands and looked at the dumplings. Her eyes lit up and she asked with a smile: "What kind of filling are they?"

"Wild boar and cabbage." Zhao Jun said hurriedly: "Jiang Nai, let me get you some chopsticks."

When the old lady heard this, she hurriedly raised her hand and pointed out, saying, "There is garlic in the house to the west."

"Hey." Zhao Jun went out and came back soon. He was holding bowls and chopsticks in his left hand and a soy sauce bottle and vinegar bottle in his right hand.

"I'll get you garlic right now." Zhao Jun put down the things in his hands, then went to the west room and pulled a head of garlic from the garlic braid.

When Zhao Jun came back, the old lady had poured soy sauce and vinegar into the bowl, picked up a dumpling, rolled it in the seasoning, then picked it up and stuffed it into her mouth.

"Ouch." Zhao Jun said hurriedly: "It's hot."

When the dumpling entered her mouth, the old lady knew it was hot, but when she saw the right corner of her mouth curling up, the dumpling reached the right side of her mouth, and then her left lip curled up slightly to release the heat in her mouth.

And the next second, the dumplings were eaten.

"It's okay." The old lady smiled at Zhao Jun and said, "We used to eat in a big pot, so we have trained ourselves and are not afraid of being burned."

Zhao Jun: "..."

Afraid that Zhao Jun would not understand, the old lady explained to Zhao Jun: "There are so many people, why don't they eat it quickly? Who cares whether it's hot or not?"

"Yes, yes." Zhao Jun got on the Kang, broke open the whole head of garlic with both hands, broke off another clove, peeled the garlic in twos and twos, then gave the garlic clove to the old lady and put it into a bowl, and asked: "Mr. Jiang" , you didn’t eat at noon?”

"No." The old lady smiled and said, "I have two meals."

Zhao Jun nodded and didn't say any more without disturbing the old lady's meal. The old lady happily ate eight dumplings before slowing down and chatting with Zhao Jun.

The old lady had a good appetite and ate all the sixteen dumplings that Zhao Jun poured for her on the plate.

Zhao Jun asked her if she could eat more. When the old lady shook her head, Zhao Jun poured the remaining dumplings in the lunch box onto an empty plate, and then said to the old lady, "Jiang Nai, keep these. I'll bake them when I'm hungry."

Unexpectedly, after hearing Zhao Jun's words, the old lady smiled and shook her head and said: "There is still a lot of Xiong Xiazi oil at home, I will fry it and eat it."

"Yeah, okay." Zhao Jun felt relieved when he heard that the old lady was better at eating than he was. He helped Jiang Liu clear the table, put away the dishes and chopsticks, and when he came back, he saw the old lady picking up the embroidery again. Got busy.

Zhao Jun sat back on the kang and warned, "Jiang Nai, take a break as soon as possible. Don't tire your eyes out."

"Yeah." The old lady responded and brought the needlework over to show Zhao Jun.

Not to mention, this old lady is really skillful with her hands, and the dragons and phoenixes she embroidered are very stylish.

"These two pillowcases are almost finished." The old lady smiled and said, "I will embroider another pair of pillowcases for you."

"Okay." Zhao Jun was not polite and just said: "Then don't be tired and pay attention to rest."

The old lady responded, and then asked: "Xiao, are you busy recently?"

"You're not busy." Zhao Jun asked back, "What's wrong? Grandma Jiang, are you okay?"

"Ah." The old lady nodded and said, "When we have time, we can go to Guofeng and transfer all my old man's land to you."

"Ouch." When Zhao Jun heard this, he was startled and said hurriedly: "Jiang Nai, just leave the land where you are. What are you doing here with me?"

"Can I still farm?" The old lady stopped Zhao Jun in her tracks. Jiang Liu then said, "I won't care if I remember you. You can just bring me rations when the time comes."

"This..." Zhao Jun was a little confused and said, "Ration is easy to say, it's just this place..."

At this point, Zhao Jun didn't go around with the old lady and said directly: "Don't my nephew, Mr. Jiang, do it?"

Zhao Jun asked very tactfully, but in fact he was asking, doesn't Jiangzhou care about the land of Lao Jiang's family?

"What a bastard!" The old lady was angry when she mentioned Jiangzhou, and said: "The old man is dead, and his nephew and I are no longer related. I have asked people about this place, and they are all Mine, I will give it to whomever I say.”

After saying that, the old lady looked at Zhao Jun and was silent for two seconds before saying, "Are you afraid of offending him?"

"That's not scary." After hearing what the old lady said, Zhao Jun said, "Okay, then we and I will do this after the festival."

"Hey!" The old lady was happy when she heard this, clapped her hands and said with a smile: "I wanted to find you two days ago, but you had something to do and you went out, so I couldn't do it."

Zhao Jun smiled and nodded after hearing this. These days, the land is not worth much, and there is no business, but Mrs. Lao Jiang and he went to the Tunbu to make a record, and the land of Lao Jiang's family will be owned by Zhao Jun from now on.

Zhao Jun did not refuse this. After all, there was no shortage of land between him and the old lady. Speaking of which, the three and a half bear bile the old lady gave him that day was worth much more now.

As for providing care for the old lady in her old age, even if Mrs. Jiang doesn't give Zhao Jun this, no one will take care of it for her when she gets old. As a village relative, Zhao Jun is willing to give her a lift.

But for the old lady, being able to give the land to Zhao Jun was a very happy thing. The old lady grinned and laughed until Zhao Jun asked her: "Grandma Jiang, let me ask you something."

"What's the matter?" The old lady came to her senses and said to Zhao Jun: "Ask."

The old lady thought Zhao Jun was going to ask her about the land, but she didn't expect Zhao Jun to ask her: "Jiang Nai, there used to be a blind man Yang here, do you know?"

"I know." The old lady said, "Isn't that a beard? He is very good at shooting... By the way, he also shoots sieges. He is a generation older than your father and Mr. Xu."

"Siege..." Zhao Jun was stunned for a moment.

"Yeah." The old lady said with a matter-of-fact expression: "The conditions were not good at that time. Besides, Huzi was also a commoner. Every village in the ten miles and eight villages had their relatives. Who could they rob every day? If they didn't siege, they would What to eat?”

When Zhao Jun heard this, he blinked, thinking that what he said was really reasonable, and then asked: "Nai Jiang, then he can't let the mountain go?"

"What?" The old lady couldn't remember these terms accurately and asked Zhao Jun curiously: "What did you say?"

Zhao Jun patiently explained to the old lady: "It's just to find a stick and release the mountain."

"This..." the old lady pondered for a moment, shook her head and said, "I've never heard of it, but their group is quite rich."

This old lady immediately grasped the key to the problem.

rich!

Where did the money come from?

Zhao Jun hurriedly asked: "Jiang Nai, which gang did Blind Yang belong to at that time?"

"Widow Wang!" The old lady said with an expression of "You don't even know this": "Blind Yang is the gunner under Widow Wang. I've heard people say it a little while ago that Blind Yang is the gunner of Widow Wang." A foreign cannon can hit a roe deer from a hundred meters away."

This is a bit big. But Zhao Jun did not verify whether the Jianghu anecdotes were true or false.

The problem is that the old lady just mentioned Widow Wang. Hearing these three words, Zhao Jun suddenly stood in awe.

This king's widow is not that king's widow. He has a beard and is originally a man, but he is extremely handsome.

In the beard industry, every boss has a nickname. Because of his surname Wang and his feminine appearance, the big guy calls him Widow Wang.

Although the Widow Wang was given such a nickname, it was said that she was very skilled and a bit ruthless, otherwise she would not be able to control a force of more than a hundred people.

But Zhao Jun respected him for another reason.

There are mountain livestock in the mountains, and there are island livestock on some islands.

In those years, an archipelago of animals invaded our country. Although Liu'er was not known as a traitor, he acted like a dog traitor and gave away a large area of ​​land in the Black Water and White Mountains.

However, the heroes of the Northeast never stopped fighting, and some bandits and bandits were worthy of being men in the face of national justice.

This widow king led his men to join KL, and died heroically in just one battle, staining the green mountains with blood.

This is a hero, but he is also a minor figure and is not qualified to be recorded in history, but the locals have never forgotten him.

The cottage where he lived, where seven or eight shabby shacks were located, was called the Widow Wang's Doorframe by the locals, and it became a place name.

Seeing Zhao Jun's silence, the old lady guessed that he had something to do, but she didn't ask any more questions. She just helped Zhao Jun and said: "Little one, don't you follow that...that..."

After all, she was old, and the old lady couldn't remember the name for a while. Zhao Jun didn't rush her, just sat in front of her and waited for the old lady to think about it slowly.

Just listen to Mrs. Jiang Liu say: "It's just a big crotch, why don't you go with them?"

"Ah!" Hearing the old lady mention Zhang Yuanmin, Zhao Jun hurriedly said: "Yes, we have a good relationship. What's going on?"

"His wife!" The old lady raised her hand and pointed at Zhao Jun and said, "His wife, is her surname Yang?"

Upon hearing that the old lady mentioned Yang Yufeng again, Zhao Jun nodded and said, "Yes!"

At this time, Zhao Jun had some vague guesses that there might be some relationship between Yang Yufeng and Blind Yang.

Zhao Jun thought again that a few days ago, he took Zhang Yuanmin to the Yongxing Brigade to do side jobs, and Yang Yufeng often came to his house to help his mother with work. And the female comrades were chatting together. That day, they talked about everything from the south to the north, and maybe they came up with that sentence, which Zhao Youcai heard.

Thinking of this, Zhao Jun stood up, rolled up his lunch box with his apron, and said to the old lady: "Nai Jiang, I'm going back. Please pay attention to your health. Don't be in a hurry to embroider. Don't tire your eyes out."

"Yeah." The old lady smiled at Zhao Jun and said, "I have nothing to do but embroider for fun. Are you going back?"

"Yes." Zhao Jun said, "I still have something to do at home. I'll come see you another day."

"No, it's okay." The old lady waved her hand and said with a smile, "You don't have to worry about me all the time."

Having said that, the old lady is very happy every time Zhao Jun comes.

Zhao Jun said goodbye to the old lady, took out his lunch box and walked home quickly. When he got home and entered the house, he found that the house was quiet.

Zhao Jun was afraid that if Wang Meilan fell asleep, she would catch cold without a quilt, so he crept into the east room, thinking that if his wife fell asleep, he would put some clothes on her.

But as soon as Zhao Jun entered the house, he saw Wang Meilan sitting on the kang. At this time, she was facing Zhao Jun with her legs crossed, holding the booklet in her hand, and was studying it.

Widow Wang is a real person. This is a true story in our hometown. Although there are shortcomings in small details, she is worthy of the great righteousness.

I haven't been feeling well these past few days. I don't have a fever or anything. I just have a cough that I can't stop coughing.

I have been coughing for a long time, and my whole body is in pain. Starting from this morning, whenever I cough, the muscles on my lower abdomen and ribs will spasm. The pain cannot be relieved even by lying down. If this happens, I can only squat down first, and then slowly Stand up slowly.

In my early years, I traveled across the Far East, roaring in the mountains and forests, and was invincible (I was still blowing...), but I had accumulated too many problems. I could withstand it when I was young, but I am afraid I will fail when I get older.

When the weather in the Northeast gets cold, I can feel it firsthand. This has also started in November, so my updates are not very good. To be honest, I feel uncomfortable everywhere, day and night, and there is no place that does not hurt.