While we were chatting, the car stopped.
The tea seller hurriedly asked us to get out of the car, saying that we were going to Zhelong Mountain and that this was the closest place to get off.
In addition to the three of us and the tea seller, we got off the bus here at the same time, as well as two other local women, one in his thirties, carrying a child on his back, and the other sixteen or seventeen years old, both wearing turbans and Wear an embroidered apron.
Their clothes are all white.
The locals value white, so they should all be of the Bai ethnic group.
However, these ethnic minorities are not the ones we imagine to be flamboyantly dressed all day long.
It is not a festival, and they are not in costumes.
In addition, there are various ethnic minorities here, and sometimes it is not easy to distinguish them.
I didn’t want to go with these people, but the enthusiastic tea seller told us that in sparsely populated areas, it is the local custom to travel together and help each other.
When Shiry Yang used to work, he often dealt with Native Americans.
He knew that outsiders had better abide by local customs, otherwise unnecessary conflicts would easily occur, so he went with these three people.
This place is full of high mountains and deep valleys, with lonely people and dense forests.
The trails are rugged and winding.
It turned out that the place where we got off the bus was still a long way from Zhelong Mountain.
I was secretly glad that I didn't part ways with these locals, otherwise it would have been difficult to find the right path.
After walking in the mountains for more than two hours, we finally arrived at the foot of Zhelong Mountain.
There are no residential villages here, even some stone quarry workers live a little further away.
There is only one inn at the foot of the mountain that provides food and accommodation for businessmen who come here to do tea business.
The two Bai women traveling with us, They are the owners of Caiyun Inn.
They are coming back from shopping.
It is not easy to go out to the mountains here, so you have to buy a lot of things at once, with big and small packages and a child.
Fatty and I learned from Lei Feng, not only carrying dozens of kilograms of our own equipment, but also helping them carry rice and Chili, when I arrived at the place, I was so tired that my back and legs ached.
Except for the six of us, there is no one else in the inn.
The locals are very simple and never lock the door when going out.
If passing guests pass by, you can stay in it by yourself.
There is water in the tank, and there are bait cakes and rice in the pot.
He drank enough and slept until dawn.
Before leaving, he put the money in the rice vat.
This has become a customary behavior, and no one has ever refused to pay after food and accommodation.
The Bai woman with the child is the owner of Caiyun Inn, a young widow.
The sixteen or seventeen-year-old girl is her husband's younger sister.
She is of Han nationality and her nickname is Peacock.
She has big eyes and is very lively and cute.
She is much prettier than the local women when she wears ethnic costumes.
They are the only place where they can rest and stay at the foot of Zhelong Mountain.
A day's walk south from here, a kind of Wuding Jinxian fragrant tea is produced.
Merchants often go there to buy tea.
Every time they pass by, they inevitably stop at Caiyun Inn.
The landlady was very grateful to us for helping her move things.
As soon as we entered the door, she took the peacock to light a fire for us to make tea and cook.
It didn't take long for the peacock to bring the tea out.
The fat man took it and smelled it, and praised: "It smells so good, little man."
Sister, what kind of tea is this?
Is it Pu’er, a specialty of Yunnan?”
The peacock said to the fat man: "No, this is the Wuding Golden Thread Fragrance Tea produced in our local mountains.
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It is brewed with water flowing from the snow line.
Every tea leaf seems to be made of gold.
Try it and see, it is Not very good” The fat man said: "You know it's good if you don't drink it, and you don't care who made the tea."
As he said this, he took out cigarettes and gave them to the tea seller and me.
We drank tea and smoked while waiting for the boss lady to serve us food.
The fat man wanted to show off his knowledge in front of the peacock, so he took out another pack of Hongtashan and said to the tea seller: "Brother, do you know that smoking also pays attention to matching.
We just smoked Yunyan, and now we will change to Hongtashan.
This It has a different flavor, so it has a name in the capital, called Tashan, where the clouds are always there."
The peacock was not interested in Fatty's cigarette theory, but was very curious about the insect net we brought, and asked Shiry Yang: "Are we going to Zhelong Mountain to catch butterflies?"
Shiry Yang didn't want to lie to the little girl, so he had to ask the fat man to come forward and explain.
I was worried that the fat man's words were wrong and exposed.
This kind of work of inciting the revolutionary masses was more suitable for me, a person with the potential to be a political commissar, to do it.
So I told Peacock that the three of us were all from the capital and worked in the Natural History Museum, specializing in collecting rare butterflies in the world.
This time I came here specifically to catch butterflies, and then make them into specimens and bring them back to Beijing for exhibition, so that foreigners who come to our great motherland can open their eyes and see what the butterflies in Yunnan are like.
The gaps in other research fields can also bring glory to the country and generate income for the country.
Strive to realize the four modernizations as soon as possible and create brilliance one after another on the new Long March of reform and opening up.
From all angles, this work is a great cause for the country and the people, and it is a cutting-edge scientific research work with a strategic height. , its practical significance is no less than that of mankind’s moon landing plan.
Unexpectedly, my words not only made the peacock very excited, but also the fat man and the tea seller were dumbfounded.
The tea seller asked: "Buy, buy, Sasa, it's so easy to do this.
I mean, Master Hu, if this butterfly is still of such great value, then I won't sell tea anymore and I'll go catch it with you, okay?"
" Shiry Yang, who was wearing sunglasses, listened to my nonsense about the peacock and tried not to laugh.
She looked a bit like a female KMT agent, as if she was laughing at me to see how I would end up.
I thought to myself that something was wrong, I went too far this time, and hurriedly said to the tea seller: "Well, there is no distinction between high and low in revolutionary work.
There is only a different division of labor in the revolution.
Whether it is pouring tea leaves or catching butterflies, it is all for the construction of the four modernizations.
We are all the screws of socialism, if you give up your duties, brother.
If we work to catch butterflies, we people all over the country can’t just watch butterflies and not drink tea.
In fact, foreigners also like to drink tea.
Tea culture has a long history.
There are a wide range of tea culture enthusiasts all over the world, and they are old friends of the Chinese people.
Prince Sihanouk loves drinking tea, so pouring tea is also a very important and meaningful job.”
At this time, Peacock's sister-in-law called Peacock to help prepare the meal, so I took the opportunity to stop talking.
After eating some randomly, he went alone outside the inn to watch the situation in Zhelong Mountain with a telescope.
I saw the highest mountain peak reaching straight into the sky, with steep cliffs on both sides, rolling and endless, and it was impossible to tell whether the top of the mountain was covered with white clouds or snow.
There are indeed a lot of clouds and mist here, and the layers are clear.
There are wisps of green smoke and mist starting from the mountainside.
The clouds get thicker as you go higher.
They are blocked by the mountains and condensed together.
The entire main peak of Zhelong Mountain looks like A warrior with a white crown and green armor stands in the forest.
At the foot of the mountain, there is a vast sea of forests, waterfalls and forests in various shapes, creating a beautiful native natural scenery.
The mountains and rivers nearby are roughly the same as those drawn on the human skin map.
Deep in the valley behind the mountains and sea of forests is the tomb of King Xian we are looking for.
As for whether there are Muchen Beads in the tomb, we are really not sure. .
Thinking of the evil evil technique and the dense maggots in the stone figurines I saw on the road, I couldn't help but feel a little afraid of King Xian's tomb.
However, I made peace with it now that I had arrived in front of Zhelong Mountain.
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There is no retreat, the only thing to do next is to pray for the blessing of the Patriarch Mo Jin.
The tea seller will set out early tomorrow morning to buy tea.
After dinner, he will go directly to the inner room to seize the time to sleep and rest.
After dinner, Fatty and Shiry Yang also went out for a walk, and they looked up at the mountains ahead with me.
If you want to dedicate the king's tomb upside down, how to climb over the towering Zhelong Mountain is a big problem.
Seeing this steep and majestic mountain, the three of them frowned.
At first, the blind man and others found a local guide and made the arduous trek across the snow-capped mountains.
It would be very dangerous to go up the mountain without a guide.
However, we just asked the proprietress of Caiyun Inn that the locals who have been to Zhelong Mountain have already They were all dead.
Over the years, it was said that the mountain was haunted and no one dared to go up there anymore.
Just when we were at a loss for what to do, we heard the peacock say: "I want to go to the valley on the other side of Zhelong Mountain to catch butterflies.
There is a tunnel under Zhelong Mountain.
You can pass through the mountain with the current without having to climb over the mountain.
But over there There are a lot of dead people and it’s haunted.”
How to enter the Insect Valley?
There are two routes marked on the human skin map.
One is to climb over the wind outlet on Zhelong Mountain; the other is to follow the Snake River and bypass Zhelong Mountain.
This route passes through a stretch of land between the Lancang River and the Nu River.
Although the straight-line distance on the map is not far from the dangerous primeval forest between them, anyone who has been to the primeval forest should know that the journey is actually ten or twenty times longer than expected, and there are swamps in some places. , it was simply the Green Hell.
Both routes are difficult to walk.
In contrast, only climbing over Zhelong Mountain, which is more than 3,000 meters above sea level, is more feasible.
However, it is not a joke to risk climbing over the snow-capped mountains without a guide.
You might end up unsuccessful. , all folded on the mountain.
At this time, Peacock said that there was a shortcut, so we hurriedly asked for details.
Peacock only knew a rough idea, so we had to go to the proprietress again to inquire.
The proprietress told us that the locals in Zhelong Mountain call it Aiteng, which means the bottom of the tailless dragon.
There are many caves as dense as spider webs.
Legend has it that they were dug by ancestors in ancient times.
In the past, rebellious bandits occupied them to fight against the officers and soldiers.
The officers and soldiers were helpless against the complex terrain in the mountain, so they had to block all the cave entrances with stones, trapping all the people inside to death.
From now on, whenever I have a sea party and put my ear against the rocks of Zhelong Mountain, I will hear bursts of desperate cries in the mountain.
Of course, this is just a legend spread among the local people.
As for which dynasty and generation the cave was built, who built it, what its purpose is, who are the gangsters inside, whether it is local ethnic minorities who resist oppression and exploitation and rise up, or what exactly?
, to this day no one can tell clearly.
But it was not until recent years that someone quarried stones and discovered a cave with lava inside and an underground river.
This river has been passing through the mountain and flowing into the Snake River at the other end of Zhelong Mountain.
The water is deep enough to use bamboo rafts, and there is such a thing.
With a waterway, you don’t have to worry about getting lost in the criss-crossing caves.
Because the terrain is gentle and the water flow is not fast, you can row down the river when you go, which is very labor-saving.
When you come back, you need to put in some effort to hold the pole back.
In short, it is much more convenient than climbing over the mountain.
Finally, the landlady told us that although it was a shortcut from there, there were many strange corpses on both sides of the cave.
No one knew when they died inside, and timid people would be scared out of their wits when they saw it.
There were a few times where people were allowed to pass through the cave, but firstly, there was a lot of miasma in the Worm Valley over there, and secondly, there was no human habitation, so there was no point in going there.
No one had gone there for some time recently.
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If you want to take shortcuts, you need to be more careful.
I said to the landlady: "Don't worry about that.
We went to the valley over there to catch butterflies and make specimens to serve the people.
We are all materialists.
How could we be afraid of death?
Since there is a shortcut, it would be a fool not to leave it alone." , not to mention that someone has successfully passed through, indicating that there are no ghosts inside, and it may just be relics of ancient ancestors' tombs. " I remembered that I had just seen a sign on the door with a sign of military martyrs, so I asked the landlady again.
It turned out that Peacock's brother was a martyr who died on the front line.
Only then did I think that the war in southern Xinjiang is still ongoing.
When I come to Yunnan this time, if I have the chance, I should visit the cemetery of my comrades.
I can’t forget my roots just because I want to get rich.
In addition, I also discussed with the proprietress whether anyone nearby has a shotgun, and we would like to rent a few for self-defense.
The proprietress asked Peacock to dig out a "Jianwei" air gun from the back room.
It was an air gun that shot steel balls.
When Peacock and her brother were alive, they often carried this air gun into the mountains to shoot birds.
The landlady is kind-hearted and is willing to lend us the gun for free with no deposit required.
We can just return it to her when we come back.
I was a little disappointed.
I thought I should at least get a double-barreled shotgun.
This kind of bird-shooting gun is almost like a toy.
But when I took it, I found that it was a really good gun, very well maintained, and it was not an ordinary small-caliber gun. , it can shoot medium-sized steel balls, has a long range, and the gun body is heavy and stable enough.
It is no problem for hunting birds, not to mention wolves.
The only disadvantage is that it is a single shot and needs to be reloaded after each shot.
Something is better than nothing now, and I couldn't get any better firearms nearby for the time being, so I threw the gun to the fat man to let him get familiar with the gun.
The "sword power" would be his for the time being.
I thanked the landlady, and the three of us spent the night at the Caiyun Inn.
That night Fatty and I slept soundly, without thinking about anything, completely forgetting all the hard work along the way.
It was really a relaxing sleep, and it was not until the sun rose three o'clock in the morning, and Shiry Yang woke us up by tugging at our ears, that we reluctantly got up
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