Meng Dang went out and came back again, took the young men in the village out for a trip, and brought back a lot of cloth and salt when he came back: "The world outside is going to be chaotic, I don't know what the cloth and salt will be like in the future, from now on, without Cong Tou and my permission, you must not go down the mountain casually, otherwise you will encounter danger, and the clan will not care about you." ”

Cheng Xiaolian was just overworked and was watered by the heavy rain, so it was almost good after two days, Meng Dang stretched out his hand and handed him the burden: "We don't raise idlers in the village, you can go." ”

Cheng Xiaolian said in his heart, you people, why are you not old-fashioned and enthusiastic at all, where can I run to my current appearance? As soon as I got off the mountain, Wu Sangui's people arrested me, could it be that I was a primitive person on this mountain?

Thinking of this, he opened his mouth and said: "This big brother, you saved me, I haven't repaid you yet, how can I leave, why don't I stay and work for you?" ”

Meng Dang sneered: "You'd better stay away from us, no one in our village likes Han people, if you really don't have a place to go, there is a small wooden house three or five miles away from there, which was used by us to watch the forest, you can live there, but I warn you not to fight the idea of our village, otherwise you will die a miserable death." ”

Cheng Xiaolian scolded angrily in his heart: "Thief God, have I offended you?" People come over to eat and drink, even if they go to the village, the elders and the owners of the village are all good to eat and drink, why am I disliked everywhere. ”

But helplessly, he is not a martial arts master, and he does not have the ability to single-handedly challenge the men of the whole village, so he can only obediently find his own cabin.

Cheng Xiaolian has no bottom in his heart, if he is allowed to wander in a modern big city, he will still have a bit of a spectrum, and it is a big deal to ask the police uncle for help, but in the mountains, he has no experience at all, and even a poisonous snake out of the grass can kill him.

But now he has no other choice at all, Wu Sangui's people just can't search so many mountains, but once he reaches a crowded place, he will be found immediately, and he will definitely die a miserable death at that time, so he can only stay on the mountain.

After walking for nearly half an hour, I arrived at the place, and I was almost stupid when I saw the small wooden house, it was a house built of wood, I am afraid that a strong wind can blow it down, and it is definitely rain and leakage, and it is definitely the existence of rain and wind leakage.

Fortunately, this is Yunnan, if the three northeastern provinces don't need Wu Sangui to do anything, he will be frozen to death directly.

But it is better to have a place to settle in front of you than nothing, in order to prevent some unknown creatures from coming out of the house alive, and some unfriendly guests hovering on the roof, Cheng Xiaolian found a wooden stick and began to slap the wooden house, while slapping while worrying that the wooden house would collapse and smash him to death inside.

After driving out more than a dozen guests, Cheng Xiaolian finally knocked all the corners of the house, he now urgently needed a bottle of insecticide and a broom, but unfortunately there was only a wooden stick in his hand, two flints in his arms, and a dagger in his baggage, which was his last hole card.

The saddest thing at the moment was the problem of eating, he believed that he would never be able to chase the rabbits in the mountains, nor would he shoot arrows to pheasants, not to mention that he did not even have a bow, so he could not eat grass.

Meng Dang's voice suddenly sounded outside the wooden house: "Cheng Xiaolian! ”

When he arrived at the mountain, Cheng Xiaolian naturally used his name back, and now the name Cheng Xiaolian is much safer than Yuan Xiaosan.

Cheng Xiaolian walked out of the wooden house: "What are you doing?" ”

Meng Dang carried a burden in his hand: "This is rice, this is a clay pot, this is realgar, after eating this rice, if you don't have anything to eat, don't come to us, although we Miao people have good hearts, but we don't like you Han people." ”

Cheng Xiaolian almost cried, and with tears in his eyes, he lowered his head and said, "Thank you." "These things are life-long for him.

"Don't thank me, this is the last time I'll help you anyway." After saying that, Meng Dang turned his head and left.

When Cheng Xiaolian found a piece of dried meat and a small bag of salt in the baggage, he was almost going to rate Meng Dang as a Chinese character who moved Kangxi for eleven years, these things can he eat for half a month, and during this time he must find a way to survive, fortunately, with such a thing as Xionghuang, he doesn't have to worry about the regulars in those rooms coming back.

After packing up all the things, he treated himself with a meal of half-cooked rice, as for the dried meat, he was not willing to eat it, he had eaten very well in Mengdang's house in the past two days, so he didn't need to replenish these things for the time being, these things could save his life for two days, but there were many rainy days here, and the dried meat could not be kept for a long time.

After eating and lying on the bed, he began to think about survival, it was a bit difficult to be a hunter with his own body, and the only weapon in his hand was a dagger, unless the rabbit himself hit the tree, he would never be able to catch up with it. As for a large animal like a tiger, he is not Wu Song, so don't think about it.

If you don't become a hunter, what can you do? When he was a teacher, he didn't have that level, and the Miao people's village didn't welcome him, thinking of this, he thought, if there were steamed buns in the world, it would be good, and he wouldn't have to think about how to live, just wait for the wind to loosen down the mountain, and he would be a small landlord anyway.

Thinking of this, he suddenly thought that there was a silver ticket in his package, maybe he could go to Miao Village to buy something life-saving at a critical time, but he couldn't move it for the time being, and he would go around tomorrow.

Cheng Xiaolian fell asleep in a daze, got up early the next morning, centered on the cabin, and wandered around, but there was no way to go to the place where the forest was too dense, and he knew that if he was bitten by a poisonous snake now, he would definitely die.

Who knew that after walking a few steps, he found that Meng Yu was in front of him, and Meng Yu also found him: "What are you doing here?" ”

It's just that he couldn't understand the words of Mongolian at all, so he could only make a move to find something to eat, Mongolian Yu covered his mouth and laughed, ignoring him, and said that people say that Han people live with seven exquisite hearts, and this person is nothing more than that, can there be food in this mountain?

Thinking of this, she felt a little unbearable, reached out and took out a rice ball from her bag and handed it to Cheng Xiaolian.

Cheng Xiaolian didn't feel anything ashamed, now he has thoroughly understood a sentence, except that life and death are trivial matters, and such things as face are not worth mentioning.

He stretched out his hand to take the rice balls, looked at Meng Yu's movements, and finally found that she was picking a kind of grass, although he didn't know what it was, but he received other people's rice balls, and it happened to be nothing, so he took it as help. So I picked it too.

When he handed a handful of herbs to Meng Yu, Meng Yu was a little surprised, this Han man didn't seem to be as bad as his father said, so he accepted the herbs and smiled at him.

Cheng Xiaolian didn't feel anything, and began to wander around again, hoping to pick up a rabbit that had been killed, even if it was a wild egg.