When Zhang Jinquan rushed back to Zhangzhuang, those who rode into the mountains had already set up three tents on the drying field, and it seemed that they were going to spend the night in Zhangzhuang. The hunters in Zhangzhuang also used tents, but they were all small tents sewn with their own fake rags and animal skins, and only one person could get into them, which were used by the hunters when they kept vigil in the mountains. The tents brought by the horseback riders are very large, and each tent can accommodate 5 or 6 people, like such a large tent, the hunters of Zhangzhuang have never seen it, and I heard the village chief Zhang Dacang say that these are military tents, and he has seen them in the security regiment of the county seat.

Zhang Jinquan did not follow the other young people to join in the fun, but first sent the reply to the village chief's house, but the old horse head gave him a large bundle of vegetables and vegetables, took other people's things, and did things neatly, or the next time the village chief met, he should scold himself. After delivering the letter, when he passed by the drying field, Zhang Jinquan glanced at the tent a few times, and then hurried home, which was nothing more important than eating, especially the food cooked by his sister-in-law.

Zhang Jinquan, who had been busy all day, began to feel sleepy when he had a full stomach, but his brother still had to take care of the herbs he picked back during the day, and if he waited until tomorrow, he would not be able to do it. Zhang Jinquan, who endured the sleepiness, drove his brother to the meeting room to rest, and went to the small river in Zhuangkou to pick up the rice with the basket containing the herbs. Along the way, Zhang Jinquan greeted the familiar villagers, looking forward to finishing the herbs early and going back to sleep.

"Hey, you know what? The people from our Zhuangzi today used ropes to enclose the drying field and prevent people from approaching their tents. Tell me, the drying field is our Zhangzhuang, they are just guests of the village chief, why are they so domineering? "The famous aunt in Zhangzhuang was rubbing her clothes, and at the same time talking to a few women who were washing clothes, about those who came on horseback today.

"Aunt Big Mouth, don't you have a fancy for which one of them, are you going to recruit a son-in-law for your family's Xiulan?" There was a joking laugh among the little daughter-in-law who was washing clothes. Although Aunt Big Mouth usually likes to inquire about other people's parents, she is enthusiastic and likes to help people, and her relationship with the aunts and daughters-in-law in Zhuangzi is very good.

"Dead Nizi, be careful that I tell you that the family is strong and will not let you go to the kang at night." Aunt Big Mouth casually threw the clothes in her hand over, and the splash splashed the faces of the little daughters-in-law. "My Xiulan is only 13 years old, not to mention that she is still young, even when she is old, she must find a son-in-law" all live in a Zhuangzi, and the big-mouthed aunt doesn't talk about any taboos when she speaks, and she talks about her daughter's marriage in public, which attracts a lot of women to laugh.

Zhang Jinquan and a few acquaintances chose a place where the water was slower to pick herbs, and the herbs collected from the mountains had to be cleaned of floating soil and impurities on the same day, and the branches, leaves, rhizomes and stems had to be neatly taken care of before they could be dried. The drying field is near the small river, and you can see the three tents on the drying field from Zhang Jinquan, and after hearing the women's discussions, Zhang Jinquan couldn't help but look up at the tents on the drying field a few times.

"Brother Jinquan, what do you say those people are doing? I heard that the village chief gave up his house to entertain them, but the people came with their own tents, it seems that they occupied our drying field and gave the village chief two oceans" The ghostly Zhang Jinzhao sat next to Zhang Jinquan and teased the water with his feet, and talked to Zhang Jinquan without saying a word. The two have had a good relationship since childhood, and when they grow up, they often go into the mountains to hunt and gather herbs together.

"Brother Jinquan, why don't we sneak to see the tent at night, I haven't seen such a big tent since I was old. If I had such a big tent, I wouldn't have to live at home" Zhang Jinzhao stared enviously at the tent on the drying field, his eyes flashing with envy. Zhang Jinzhao's family has a large population, but there are only three houses, Zhang Jinzhao is already 15 years old, and he is still crammed into an adobe house with his two younger sisters.

Looking at the envious eyes of his little friend, Zhang Jinquan nodded and agreed to accompany him to touch the tent at night. In his opinion, it was just a tent, and it couldn't be damaged when touched, even if someone found it. This is Zhangzhuang, they are just guests of the village chief, and their surname is Zhang, so the big deal is that they were kicked out of the drying field.

But things are not what Zhang Jinquan thinks, if he knows what will happen when he touches the drying field at night, he will not dare to go even if he is killed, there is no regret medicine in the world, as long as there is a purchase, I am afraid that Zhang Jinquan will be the first person to run to buy regret medicine.

In addition to a few bonfires lit in front of the tent, the people of Zhangzhuang who were outside at night went home to sleep. Zhang Jinquan took Zhang Jinzhao along the river and quietly touched the drying field, and they often went into the mountains to deal with wild animals, so they knew that they should raise their legs high and land lightly, so as to minimize the sound of the two when they were walking. Although this tent is set up on the boundary of Zhangzhuang, this is a sneaky thing after all, so it is best to be careful.

Zhang Jinquan listened attentively to the movement, those people seemed to be asleep, and Zhang Jinzhao even heard the sound of snoring in the tent. Zhang Jinquan shook his head, and the two boys sneaked over the ropes that those people were surrounding on the drying field, and went around to the west side of the drying field towards the largest tent. On the west side of the drying field is the dead end of the fires, from which no one will be able to detect it.

Who knew that just when Zhang Jinzhao's hand touched the tent, a change suddenly happened, and a rope that came out of there suddenly put on Zhang Jinzhao's neck. Zhang Jinquan's reaction was quite fast, just wanted to reach out and want to pull Zhang Jinzhao back, a rope wrapped around Zhang Jinquan's arm like a snake, and before he could break free from the rope, he only felt a strong force from the rope, and his whole person was directly dragged into the tent.

"Ah" Zhang Jinquan's exclamation was not completely shouted, a black cloth sewn hood was buckled on his head, "Don't move, my knife is on your neck, if you dare to move carefully, be careful that Lao Tzu slaughters you" A hoarse voice sounded in Zhang Jinquan's ears, and Zhang Jinquan, who was dark in front of him, felt the stinging pain in his neck, so he closed his mouth and stood honestly in the tent.