The herd of wild boars chased people all the way up the road, then turned around with a grunt, sniffing around the village. Probably because they didn't find anything they wanted to eat, they slowly went back to the mountain.
Only outside the yard of Old Lady Feng in Wangjia Village, a group of wild boars were grunting and unwilling to leave.
Not far away, at Goudan's house, Goudan's father was holding a pitchfork, eager to make a move: "What does this wild boar want? How about I quietly call some people over and pitch them to death, and then I can get some wild boar meat to eat."
"How much do you weigh? How many wild boars are there? Look at the wild boar's tusks, one can pierce you." Goudan's grandfather slapped Goudan's father.
The old man pointed at the wild boars and said, "Look carefully, these wild boars don't seem to be thinking anything. They all look quite obedient."
Goudan's father took a closer look and it seemed to be true.
"How strange." He thought to himself.
Soon, the fence gate of Old Lady Feng's house opened, and Lianhua and Shuixiu came out tremblingly carrying a few pots.
Old Lady Feng came out holding Jiaojiao. Jiaojiao pointed at the wild boar and said, "You guys, after you finish eating the pig food, go back up the mountain and don't come down to disturb others!"
Several wild boars rushed to finish the food, smacked their lips, shook their tails, and turned back to the mountain.
Goudan's grandfather and Goudan's father looked at each other without saying a word.
The mountain goddess of Daqing Mountain was enraged, and the wild beasts on the mountain came down to eat people. For a time, Daqing Mountain became a forbidden area. Despite this, many refugees still wandered around Daqing Mountain every day.
Daqing Mountain had a few days to rest and recuperate. After an autumn rain, Daqing Mountain became even greener.
More and more people came down the mountain. The captain of Wangjia Village, smoking his pipe, went to Old Lady Feng's house to chat.
Last time, Goudan's grandfather sneaked into his house and told him about the wild boar. "Who knows, she might really be our mountain goddess!"
Of course, we have to ask for permission before letting people go up the mountain this time.
"I think Daqingshan has almost recovered these past two days." The captain tapped his leg with his pipe. He had suffered from rheumatic leg problems for years, and the pain was unbearable when it rained. In previous years, when the rheumatism flared up, he habitually crossed his legs to relieve the pain. Strangely enough, in the past six months, his rheumatic leg had healed. However, he still tapped his leg when it rained.
"There are more and more people coming down the mountain! We may not be able to stop them anymore!" The captain tapped his leg again.
"Then let them go up the mountain!" It was Old Lady Feng who spoke as usual. "After all, Daqing Mountain is already full of food so quickly, so..."
"I know, I know. It was the Mountain Goddess who gave us a way to survive!" the captain said quickly. "We all know how much the Mountain Goddess has done for us. Don't worry, even though we're not allowed to burn incense and worship Buddha now, the Mountain Goddess will always be in our hearts!"
Old Lady Feng twitched her lips. "Why should I be so relieved?" She glanced at Jiaojiao playing nearby and thought, "Maybe you guys are worshipping the wrong mountain."
But that was fine. According to Old Lady Feng, every mountain had its own mountain god, and Daqing Mountain was no exception. However, the mountain god of Daqing Mountain didn't seem to notice the refugees, so Jiaojiao had to do the job for them!
With the permission of the Mountain Goddess, Captain Wangjia Village found several other captains to discuss how to manage Daqing Mountain.
First, we cannot kill them all like we did last time, leaving no grass behind wherever we go.
Second, there are many people and supplies are limited, so you have to come in order and not scramble or fight.
After the general direction was determined, Sixing Village announced that the checkpoints would be opened to allow people from the foot of the mountain to go up the mountain in an orderly manner.
People can finally enter Daqingshan again.
At first glance, Daqing Mountain is lush and green, and once you enter it, you'll be pleasantly surprised. The ground is covered with wild vegetables, lichens grow on the rocks, and wood ears and mushrooms abound on the tree trunks.
The people who went up the mountain were so excited that they burst into tears. They knelt down quickly and murmured many words of thanks to the mountain goddess.
This time, people were obedient and followed the instructions, not killing all the wild plants. They left small wild vegetables to grow a few more days, and unripe fruits were left until they ripened before picking. Some were lucky enough to catch pheasants and rabbits, and nests of pheasant and bird eggs were occasionally found. Others, such as rat snakes and field mice, were also occasionally encountered.
At this time, people finally understood that only by treating the mountains well would the mountains give back abundant resources.
The villagers of Sixing Village maintained order and patrolled Daqing Mountain. Those who disobeyed the rules, dug too much vegetables, or quarreled, quarreled, or fought were driven off Daqing Mountain, as they were considered offending the mountain goddess.
Lujia Village was not far from Daqing Mountain, and some people used to run forty minutes to get here to find food. At this moment, Lu Fengshou from Lujia Village came down from Daqing Mountain with his grandson Maodan and stopped by Feng's house.
Old Lady Feng had saved his brother before, and this favor could never be repaid in his lifetime.
Old Mrs. Feng happened to be at home. When she saw Lu Feng coming, she hurried in and poured them some water.
Maodan held a few wild persimmons in his hands, put them all on the table, and pushed them towards Jiaojiao: "Give them to my sister!"
Lianhua washed the persimmons and put them on the table.
Jiaojiao was the first to pick up a persimmon and took a bite. Her mouth was filled with sweetness, without any astringency at all.
"It's delicious, you guys eat it!"
Maodan swallowed his saliva. He had eaten one when he picked them in the mountains, so he knew how delicious they were. But his father said that these were to be given to his little sister Jiaojiao. So he suppressed his craving and didn't eat another one.
Old Lady Feng stuffed a persimmon into Maodan's hand and said with a smile, "Eat it. My home is close to the mountains. If you want to eat it, go pick some. You can eat it!"
Maodan looked at his father and saw the latter nod, then he took it and bit off most of it in one bite.
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