Meng Qianzi turned a blind eye and walked out with Meng Jinsong and Xin Ci.

Seeing her passing by, Jiang Lian's lips looked a faint smile. He stood up unexpectedly, and the rope in his hand pulled into a lasso and put it straight towards her neck.

In the flash of lightning, Meng Qianzi was as if he had eyes behind him. He stretched his arms and quickly pulled out his gun from Meng Jinsong's waist, and then turned around.

Jiang Lian's rope cover just touched the top of her head, and her muzzle had already pressed against his left jaw, exerting great force, which made him look taller than her, and he had to raise his head.

With a millisecond difference, the situation plummeted. Jiang Lian was hesitating whether to resist stubbornly. Meng Jinsong on the side reminded him: "If I were you, I would be honest - your friend is still in our hands."

This was embarrassing. Jiang Lian raised his hand and let it go. He finally gave in and gave in, let go of the rope, and cooperated to surrender: "I actually have nothing else to mean, I just want you to think about it..."

Meng Qianzi smiled sweetly: "You just sat there, as if you had ADHD. Do you really think I was not prepared?"

She pushed her gun again, and she raised her foot and walked forward. It was him in front of her, not the road, so Jiang Lian had to retreat.

The house was not big, and after a few steps, it was a wall. Jiang Lian stood with his back against the wall, and he had to keep his hands high, feeling that his posture was no different from the crucifixion of Jesus.

Meng Qianzi asked him: "Am I not reasonable?"

Jiang Lian tried hard to hold the muzzle and lowered his head, and he felt that the jaw neck was about to be poked out of the hole in the muzzle: "You are all holding the gun at me..."

Another muzzle was shot.

Jiang Lian changed his words: "It's quite reasonable."

"Do you have any objections to my arrangement?"

"No."

"No? Then why do I think you are very emotional?"

This woman is afraid that she is not a control freak and is picky about people's emotions. Jiang Lian took a deep breath, looked into her eyes, and tried to show an impeccable and sincere smile: "No objection."

"Then we have agreed?"

That's right, but this answer will inevitably be said to be perfunctory again.

He said in a sincere tone: "The negotiation has been made."

That was pretty good. Meng Qianzi smiled meaningfully, but she didn't stop the gun. She lowered her head and ordered Meng Jinsong: "Tie it."

ha?

No, why are you tied up after you cooperate like this?

***

Jiang Lian lay on the ground honestly for a long time.

At first, the noise was noisy, and he was lifting and moving. In the public eye, he felt embarrassed to struggle and call for help - anyway, it was useless.

Later, the noise fled and he began to think of a solution.

I don't know if it was revenge. He untied the rope. Although the binding method this time was simple, it was extremely rough. It would be fine if he tied his hands back. He also pulled a rope and tied it with the rope on his feet. His body was pulled and bent in the opposite direction and could not rely on the force. After a little struggle, he would sway left and right like a tumbler.

Men also need face. He doesn't want Lao Ga to see this look, but after several attempts failed, he comforted himself that the situation of tigers falling into the Pingyang has been around since ancient times. If you see it, you can see it.

Unfortunately, Lao Ga seemed to be away and shouted several times without responding.

There was no choice but to save himself. There was nothing to use in this room. Jiang Lian remembered that Lao Ga often carved and grinded under the eaves on the first floor, and put tools such as axes, hammers, saws, and planing everywhere. If he could go to the first floor and touch a saw blade and knife, he would be able to cut the rope.

The process of going on is a bit difficult, and it is impossible to stand up, so I can only turn it over. Jiang Lian took a deep breath, gritted his teeth, and leaned his center of gravity. After trying a few times, he finally successfully turned it over - like a pancake in a pot, turning it from side a to side b. He was originally with his back facing the sky, but now he has changed it to face the sky.

Jiang Lian stared at the ceiling that was painted black by the tung oil for a while, and silently brewed the next look: It's really a fatal blow to offend a woman, and after the negotiations are made, you have to "tied it up". If this is not agreed, you might suffer.

He climbed to the door with great difficulty. Fortunately, the door was open, but it almost cost half of his life to get out of this door. When he turned to the entrance of the stairs, he was so tired that he felt like a dead dog. He thought that long pain was better than short pain, so he simply rolled down. However, when he was unlucky, he even had to drink cold water and stuffed his teeth. He pushed himself down the stairs with the power of his hand push, but he bumped several times. His body couldn't help but hit him horizontally and got stuck again.

Jiang Lian didn't want to move anymore, and he stuck in the middle of this staircase that was neither up nor down, making him feel like a frog skewers on a barbecue sign.

He regretted a little: Why didn't you just go to the balcony just now? It's not that no one lives in this village. When he goes to the balcony, he yells with a few shouts, and he will always wait until someone rescues him.

I don’t know how long I waited, but a rustling sound suddenly came from outside, and Jiang Lian was excited: “Old Ga?”

Soon, someone leaned into half of his body from the door. It was really Lao Ga. He held a white radish in his arms, probably to cook.

The two looked at each other for a few seconds.

Lao Ga said: "Mr. Lian, I thought you were taken away too."

I couldn't help but wonder: "Why did they tie you up the stairs?"

This is a long story.

Jiang Lian was silent for a moment: "You might as well put me down first."

***

The fire pit was burning again.

Lao Ga made stove dishes. The pot supported by the iron tripod was soaked in the soup. Bacon, radish, tofu, and beef and sheep belly were placed inside. It was very fragrant. This dish has a special name in tourist attractions, called "Sanxiaguo". It was originally a food in winter, but after it was promoted, there was no season.

The rice has been prepared, and the top is covered with sour beans and chopped peppers are mixed in. The red color makes people feel very appetizing. I also prepared a mixed wine for slaughter. Lao Ga means that Jiang Lian was beaten and I have to eat some good things to make up for.

Jiang Lian cooked an egg in the soup pot, took it out and peeled it, rolled it back and forth on his face, and took a sip of the rod. This is actually the way for Tujia people to drink it. The brewed mixed wine was poured into a small jar without adding filtration, and inserted a long thin bamboo tube to make a slap rod. Drink and chat while adding water, diluting it all the way until the smell of the wine is gone.

After a few sips of wine, his dispersed spirit finally came back. Jiang Lian looked down at the description on his wine face and felt that every place was in capital: What did he do? He just fished for lanterns and painted paintings with honesty, without knives when he entered the mountain. He was loyal and caring. How did he get kicked to this situation step by step?

He wiped his mouth, looked up and suddenly felt something was missing: "Where is your coffin?"

"I'll use it to that unlucky man."

The coffin can be given indiscriminately, Jiang Lian was speechless and asked Lao Ga: "Who are they?"

"Yandu," seeing Jiang Lian look confused, Lao Ga adds again, "It's a mountain ghost."

"What does the mountain ghost do? Why have I never heard of it?"

Gan Ye has also told him a lot about the strange and strange things in Xiangxi, such as the grass ghost who puts the gun, and the fallen flower cave girl who can cry down the leaves of a tree, but he is sure that he has never heard of the mountain ghost.

Lao Ga said: "There are not people who like to be arrogant, and there are not many people who know it outside. Is the mountain door? I just live and raise it on the mountain. In the past, it was so dangerous in the deep mountains. Nine out of ten, and even the Meishan tiger craftsman may not be able to come back in a hurry. It is said that there are female fairies in the deep mountains, with birds on the top and beasts on the bottom. Even the article by Dad Qu (dia, Pingsheng) has written about this female fairy, called Shangui."

Mr. Qu is the Sanlu official Qu Yuan. It is said that after Qu Yuan was exiled by the King of Chu, he "had been cut off from Yingque and traveled all over the Hunan province", and traveled all over the land of Yuan and Xiang. He even said that even if he died, he "would rather go to Xiangli and be buried in the belly of a fish in the river." Therefore, after his death, the people in Yuan and Xiang respectfully called him Mr. Qu, and built a Quzi Temple, dragon boat racing on the Dragon Boat Festival, rice dumplings, and sacrifices endlessly.

"Only Yamado, you can go in and out as soon as you want. Everyone says that Yamado has worshipped the female fairy mountain ghost as the ancestor grandmother, so he has the blessing of entering and leaving, so he is used to calling them mountain ghosts."

It sounded nothing special, Jiang Lian changed his face and rolled his eggs: "What if I can't get along with them?"

Lao Ga did not immediately answer: Wei Biao and Kuang Meiying were taken away. I thought about it with my toes. Jiang Lian could not let it go. Don’t look at him sitting honestly by the fire pit, and he would chase him in the next second and look for an opportunity to take revenge.

He stirred the dishes in the pot with a wooden spoon: "You don't want an enemy like Shan Gui."

Jiang Lian was intrigued: "What do you say?"

"Everything has a territory. The Gu is from the Miao District, and the foot is from the Hunan, Jiangxi, Sichuan and Guizhou area. The cave is only limited to the western Hunan. The authentic Chenzhou Fu is only recognized by the ancient Chenzhou County, which is the area in Yuanling, Huaihua, but what about the mountain ghost?"

"Mr. Lian, there are mountains with names that are worthy of the name, and most of them are mountain ghosts. How many mountains are there in the country? I have also seen people from the world of flowers and flowers. To put it in the big picture, there is Laoxueling in the northeast, Tianshan in the northwest, Kunlun is connected to Qinling in the middle, and Hengduan Mountains in the north and south. To put it in the small picture, there are Wuling Mountains and Xuefeng Mountains in western Hunan. To put it in the small picture, how many people do they have to have? Since the year when Dad Qu wrote about the mountain ghost, how many generations have they passed on?"

Jiang Lian didn't say anything, just wondering why Lao Ga's geography suddenly became so good.

"As long as you have thick skin, hard bones, and have a strong brain, you can climb high and climb high, and you can't get along with them, but you can make a calculation in your heart, is it worth it? How many opponents have you created? How many troubles have you caused? Is it afraid that if you die, people will be able to carry you."

Lao Ga was so excited that he said that he would say a few local words when he was not careful.

Jiang Lian laughed and looked up at the mountains that overlapped and overlapped in the distance: This is not just about touching the stone with eggs, but about hitting the mountains.

Can't afford to offend.

"Will they make things difficult for Meiying and the others?"

Lao Ga refined a rice for Jiang: "You don't have to worry about this. Mountain ghosts have always regarded harmony as the most important thing. Harmony makes money. Do you think they are crossing the river dragons and making friends with tigers everywhere. They are unkind and unreasonable. Can they be peaceful for so many years? Mountain ghosts need face the most and cannot do things that are rude."

In Xiangxi dialect, the passing powerful people are called the Cross River Dragon, and the local forces are called the Ding Tiger. No matter how tough the Cross River Dragon is, the Ding Tiger may not buy it. When the two sides meet, there are ten**s that are fighting against the Dragon - being able to make long-term friends, the Cross River Dragon's attitude is the key. You must know that the strong forward will be dull for three years and the flow of water will last for ten thousand years.

Jiang Lian felt a little relieved, but he was still angry when he thought about it: "That woman is really a murderer."

Lao Ga handed him the bowl full of rice: "Meng Qianzi?"

It turned out that her name was Meng Qianzi. Jiang Lian took the bowl, digged a few bites, and then picked up a few bites of the dish from the pot, chewing it with great force.

Lao Ga said: "She is in charge of people under her command. Can she do it if she is not fierce? She smiles all day long, can she do good things?"

It turned out to be a little boss, no wonder he was domineering. Jiang Lian felt that the man on the Wuling Mountain was really not good: "Wuling is such a big mountain, how can a woman let her control it?"

Lao Ga scooped soup into the bowl: "The mountain ghost in Wuling is Liu Guanguo, the man who was just busy with his head."

Slowly, Jiang Lian stopped chopsticks: "Meng Qianzi's senior is still on the Liu Guanguo?"

He licked his lips, and he wouldn't have been so careless. He would have been a big deal: "It's not that all the mountain ghosts in Xiangxi are under her control, right?"

Lao Ga looked up at the sky, poked the chopsticks upwards: "Not stop."

"Hunan?"

Lao Ga poked his chopsticks up a little again, which meant that it was even bigger.

"Two Lakes?"

Keep poking the chopsticks upwards.

"Not the whole country?"

Lao Ga's tilted chin finally fell down and took a big sip of wine: "Oh, right! I'm sitting on the top of the mountain, with a high ceiling, so I told you not to go against her."

Jiang Lian put the empty chopsticks into his mouth, and his mind was like a horse running, kicking, sand and gravel rolling, and dust flying. What luck did he do? He got into trouble with the national character.
To be continued...