After putting the snake away, Feng Yijia reached into the tree hole and fumbled around for a while. After a while, he carefully took out a tattered cloth bag.
The outer fabric was so rotten that it was impossible to tell what it originally looked like.
It was torn open in a few seconds, revealing the contents wrapped inside.
There was a pair of emerald green jade bracelets, more than ten hairpins and rings of various types with exquisite and complex styles and textures, as well as five small yellow croakers, two gold necklaces, and five gold bracelets.
There aren't many things, but they are valuable.
Feng Yijia carefully picked up all the things, wiped them with a handkerchief, took the cloth bag he had prepared earlier, put them in the bag and hung it on his chest, then carried the backpack and the hoe and walked towards the bare mountain wall standing not far behind the tree.
The mountain wall slopes upward, and the thick stone wall is like a natural roof, covering a narrow strip of land on the gravel ground below that is sheltered from the sun and rain.
Feng Yijia walked eastward along the mountain wall for only a few hundred meters and stopped in a depression in the mountain.
In front of me, in a rarely visited place, there appeared a crude wooden house built against the mountain. The wood had rotted and deformed, and the whole house looked shaky.
In front of the house, a corpse was leaning against a door made of tree trunks and vines that was almost falling apart. His torn clothes, like his white bones, exuded a sense of weathering. The metal watch hanging on his wrist was still flashing a faint light in the sunlight.
Feng Yijia had accidentally come here when he was a ghost. He had seen this place before, so he didn't feel scared when he saw the two black eyes on the corpse's head.
He calmly chose a spot a few dozen meters in front of the cabin where various thorns grew particularly lushly, and slowly dug with a hoe.
After digging out the thorns, they started digging the hole.
It took almost two hours to dig a pit two meters long, one meter wide and half a meter deep.
Feng Yijia threw down the hoe, rubbed his aching back and arms, took out a patched sheet from his backpack, walked to the corpse, and without thinking about taking anything from the corpse, he simply wrapped up the entire skeleton and put it into the dug pit.
Then he grunted and filled the soil back in, mumbling to himself, "Those jewelry and gold are probably yours.
I took it, and I'll consider it as compensation for your hard work.
Don’t think it’s expensive. A bunch of useless things can help you rest in peace, so it’s worth it.
This place is far away from human habitation, and you have deliberately planted so many bushes in front to block it. It is very hidden, and no one can find it except me.
We are destined to meet each other after thousands of miles of distance. Destined people should help each other. I will help you bury you, and you will help me get rich. Don’t you think so?
Well, if you don't say anything, it means you agree..."
Feng Yijia kept talking about this and that for as long as the digging and backfilling took.
Finally, he dug some soil on the side and built a small grave mound before stopping.
After burying the body, Feng Yijia put down the hoe, walked to the front of the house, moved the almost falling apart door open and entered the wooden house.
The interior was very simple. Opposite the house was a cliff, with wooden plank walls of varying heights on both sides. There were obvious traces of smoke on the left wall.
In addition to a stove made of two stones, there was a rough table, a stool, a wooden bed, some clothes and simple daily necessities on the gravel ground.
Feng Yijia knew that there were no valuable items in the house, so he just walked to the table and opened the weathered and brittle notebook on it.
Turn the pages carefully.
This is an essay written by a man. In addition to expressing the loneliness and hardship of life in the mountains, it also recalls the happiness and contentment of his past life at home.
There wasn't much written, so Feng Yijia took a quick look and didn't see any useful information.
Well, I can’t even find a name for someone when I want to erect a monument for him.
She felt regretful for a moment, and without touching the things inside, she went out, carried the basket and the hoe, and went straight down the mountain to go home.
The mountain road was difficult to walk on both up and down. Feng Yijia stopped and walked, and did not miss any valuable medicinal herbs he saw. He picked them up and put them in his backpack. He walked like this until night began to cover the earth before returning to the village.
The weather in July is too hot. If the snake in the basket is not dealt with in time, it will be thrown into the manure pit tomorrow.
There were only the most basic daily necessities at home, so Feng Yijia couldn't try to cook by herself, so she went directly to Zhang's courtyard with a basket on her back.
The village was still filled with the sounds of people driving chickens and ducks into the pens and calling for children to come home, but the Zhang family's door was already tightly closed.
Feng Yijia went up and knocked on the door. Xu Xiuping's impatient voice came from the room: "Who is it? It's almost dark. Can't you come to my house and tell me what's going on tomorrow?"
She also wanted to come tomorrow. After a day of wandering in the mountains, she only ate two pancakes at noon, and her stomach was already rumbling. But it was shameful to waste food. Feng Yijia could only shamelessly knock on the door again and shout, "Auntie, it's me, Feng Yijia. I have something to talk to Uncle Zhang about!"
There was a sound of footsteps in the room, and soon the door opened a crack.
Xu Xiuping stuck her head out and reached out to pull Feng Yijiajia in. Then she looked around and slammed the door shut, then quickly bolted it.
The whole process, except for the loud sound of the door closing, was like an underground party meeting.
Feng Yijia couldn't help but curl his lips when seeing this.
Xu Xiuping pulled people into the house and explained, "You don't know, my house has almost become the village's assembly hall these past few days.
As long as the door is open, there are always people coming and going from morning to night.
I said I would take some time to help you till the soil in the yard, but it turns out I don’t even have time to tidy up my own things at home!
It's been giving me a headache for two or three days. We've been from the same village for more than ten years, so it's not good to not let anyone in.
I simply closed the gate early today to have some peace and quiet!"
"That's because you raised your son well, Auntie. Many people want this kind of excitement but can't get it."
Feng Yijia flattered her and said, "I stay at home every day and have nothing to do. I have already carefully prepared the small piece of land and dried the vegetable seeds. Aunt, please don't worry about my little things."
After that, the two of them went into the main room.
There was still some light outside, enough to see things, but it was so dark inside the house that one couldn't see one's hand in front of one's face.
A kerosene lamp was lit on the dining table, and Zhang Jingan and his son were eating with chopsticks.
Seeing Feng Yijia coming in, Zhang Jingan hurriedly greeted her, "Feng girl is here, have you had dinner yet?"
He asked this question, but before Feng Yijia could answer, he turned around and ordered his son: "Go get a set of bowls and chopsticks!"
Zhang Yuncong greeted Feng Yijia with a smile, then quickly got up and went to the kitchen.
After decades, Zhang Yuncong's face had long become blurred in Feng Yiji's mind.
Now looking at the handsome man with clear outlines and strong lines under the candlelight, who looks gentle and elegant because of his bookish air, I can't help but sigh: His appearance and ability are the ceiling in Mengjia Village. No wonder every family with a daughter in the village wants to take her back to their own family.
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