Because there are many forked roads, and each forked road winds for tens to dozens of miles, ending in a village or town in the mountains, or connecting to other towns and villages, like a spider web in the vast mountains.

So Meng Xuedong gave Zhao Changan a very accurate hand-drawn map of searching for the secrets, so that he would not get lost.

On the map, that place is called Tianmu Village, located deep in the Tianmu Mountains.

Zhao Changan gestured to Xiao Lan to look at the small piece of notebook paper he had clamped on the upper edge of the car glass: "This is the map. According to the route, there is a large village a few miles ahead. The expert we are looking for on this trip lives in it.

, make a living by collecting herbs. If a person who has attained Taoism can

Those who are indifferent to fame and wealth, and those who live in poverty and love the country, like to live in seclusion in the wilderness, looking at the mountains and rivers while being humble, so their reputation is not obvious and it is not easy to find. Of course, more often than not, they are forced by life and have no survival skills, so they live in the countryside.

There are people who stutter in every corner."

"Then what do you mean by this? Do you mean that he is a master of Taoism, or is he just trying to stutter with a chart?" Xiao Lan asked doubtfully, "Where did you get the news? Besides, you are a businessman.

Why is he asking him to tell your fortune? Haha, changing your destiny against the will of heaven!"

As he said this, Xiao Lan felt ridiculous and started laughing.

"Your state of mind is cliché. Do you have to go to see the masters for worldly purposes? You can't just see the masters' lifestyle and get insights and inspiration from them."

"You are so free! And you are only this year. If you talk like this thirty years later, now it is just like you are compiling new words to express your sorrow."

Xiao Lan sighed, but after talking to Zhao Changan for a while, he felt that the chill on his back was no longer so frightening.

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The car drove another seven or eight miles on the winding mountain road, and then drove out of a mountain pass. Suddenly, it opened up. It was a valley basin surrounded by mountains, and a big river flowed, with the broken gold of the setting sun flowing down. There were shelves on the river.

There is a low stone bridge with a length of 100 meters, and the piers are made of logs supporting the bridge deck.

Across the bridge is a large group of northern Zhejiang villages that line the river and have blue bricks, black tiles and white walls.

It was in the evening at this time, and the roof tiles of the entire village were covered with a faint layer of green smoke. Farmers returned home to plow their cattle and entered the pen. As the sun set, this village, which faces the river from the west to the east, was being seen by the west.

The towering mountains block the sunlight.

Zhao Changan looked at this very original ancient village and understood the reason why there was no one on this road.

Because in a village like this, basically no one goes in or out of the mountains from four to five o'clock in the afternoon. After all, in this era, in such a mountainous village, people basically use bicycles, trolleys, and tractors to get around.

It's up to the legs.

The car drove across the stone bridge with the slight sway of the bridge deck. Meng Xuedong could see that the lines on the map stopped abruptly at this point, and Zhao Changan had to ask for the location below.

‘Old Li Tou who collects herbal medicine’, this is the name of Master Meng Xuedong, or to be more precise, it should be a nickname that is not very respectful.

Because there are many herbal pickers in this large village of more than 2,000 people, in order to avoid ambiguity, Meng Xuedong asked Zhao Changan to add another sentence, "It's that old Li Tou who has a bad temper, a stubborn temper, and a big temper."

He also has a girl with a bad temper.'

Although Meng Xuedong's words sounded like he was accurately anchoring Zhao Changan's character, he always felt that he was telling him his master's family situation in a tactful way.

There are two stubborn donkeys in the house!

The locals spoke a very strong dialect. Zhao Changan asked several young people and children along the way before he came to the edge of the westernmost village, a thatched house standing under a cliff.

There are several thatched houses and a rather large yard paved with blue bricks. Not far behind the thatched houses is a cliff three to four hundred meters high. When the setting sun shines, the light from the mountains to the east of the river is reflected back. Zhao

From Chang'an, you can see large areas of bare smooth rock on top of this cliff.

This place seems a bit lonely. It is more than a hundred meters away from the nearest villagers' houses. Although it is still spring, the wildly growing weeds and trees all around have almost turned this place into a separate desert island.

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Zhao Changan noticed that there was a tall signal tower erected two hundred meters east of the thatched house, where the residential village was. He took a look with his mobile phone and saw that the signal was full.

This is a bit interesting.

In this era, mobile phones are still a luxury item, and the cost of calling is ridiculously high. It costs money to make and receive calls, and charges are charged in both directions. One minute costs at least 60 to 70 cents, and roaming is even more expensive.

, they all start with one dollar.

There is no signal coverage in many plain areas in southern Jiangsu and northern Zhejiang, but there is actually a signal tower here?

This is too advanced!

Zhao Changan withdrew his gaze and stood with Xiao Lan outside the fence that was made of various types of wood. He smelled the tangy aroma, the intoxicating aroma of chicken stewed with mushrooms.

Among several thatched houses, there was a room that looked like a kitchen, with electric lights on, and a chimney running along the wall, emitting smoke.

"Haha, it's better to come early than to come by chance. We are both in luck today."

Zhao Changan smiled at Xiao Lan and took out a box of Maotai from the trunk of the jeep. According to Meng Xuedong, his master was good at wine, and he liked Maotai the most.

As for cigarettes, don't take them. His master only smokes the cured tobacco leaves that he grows himself.

In fact, there are so many fake wines on the market now. The wines Zhao Changan bought were all bought through someone from the Municipal Supply and Marketing Cooperative that Xu Xiaoman knew. It doesn’t matter if the price is cheap or not, but he can guarantee that the wines he buys are real.

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He and Xiao Lan walked to the courtyard door, which was made up of broken wooden boards and had leaks. They were about to make a sound.

"I was woken up by a magpie in the tree this morning, and I was thinking about something happy. It turns out that I am supposed to be here, and a distinguished guest is coming to my home."

At this time, a thin, monkey-like, hunched old man walked out of the thatched hut of the main house. His body was facing forward almost at a right angle, and his face, the size of a palm, was covered with old trees as he tried to raise his head.

The same wrinkles.

Looking at Zhao Changan holding a full cup of wine, his face was full of joy: "I was worried that there was only medicinal wine in the house, taking away the taste of the old hen stewed mushrooms, and asked Juan'er to go to the village to get a pound of wine, but she just wouldn't

Go. I'm really dozed off, so the strong wind brought me pillows. Juan'er, hurry up and open the door to welcome our distinguished guests."

"What a distinguished guest. A bowl of chicken soup is enough for two of us. Here are two more. The thin one is fine and can't eat two pieces of chicken, but a bowl of chicken soup for this strong one is not enough for him."

A well-proportioned village girl with thick braids of medium height walked out of the kitchen. She was holding a spoon dripping chicken soup in her hand. She looked at Zhao Changan and Xiao Lan and frowned: "You guys won't come over until dinner time."

Do you know how many cold dishes to bring?"

(End of chapter)


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