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Beishan, as the name suggests, is in the north.

No one lives in that area, there is a waterfall, and the mountain is steeper than the mountain that people from Qingshan Brigade often go to. A few years ago, someone ran in and never came out. When people went in to look for him, they only found bloody clothes. After that, almost no one ran in again.

Although the people of Qingshan Brigade would not change color when talking about Beishan, if they knew someone was running into the mountains, they would still think that this person probably doesn't want to live anymore.

"The third child!"

On the road, someone saw Xie Zhuo carrying a backpack and walking towards the supply and marketing cooperative. His expression was a bit complicated, "Going to the supply and marketing cooperative to buy things?"

Xie Zhuo glanced at him and didn't answer.

"Hey, why are you still so cocky even though you're married?" Qian Yong's younger brother Qian Hu didn't care about Xie Zhuo's reaction and moved closer to him.

"The news that you didn't allow your wife to spend money on buying things at the market has spread throughout the brigade," Qian Hu said.

"I didn't expect that this little Xu Zhiqing was completely controlled by you. If you told her not to spend money, she really wouldn't spend a penny."

"I heard that when she came back that day, her backpack was empty."

Xie Zhuo paused, glanced at him, and finally spoke, "Who told you that?"

"Hey, don't worry about who said it," Qian Hu became more interested when he saw him paying attention to him, "Just tell me if it's true or not?"

Xie Zhuo thought about it and realized that when Xu Yan came back that day, there was indeed nothing in the backpack except a few fried cakes and some beautiful hairbands.

As soon as he hesitated, the expression on Qian Hu's face became even more interesting.

"That's awesome, Lao San. It's not enough that you married the most beautiful female educated youth in the county, but you can actually do this."

"How about I teach you a little experience, my heartless stepmother is planning to arrange a marriage for me recently. I heard that she is planning to marry me Tian Fang. Damn, everyone knows what the Tian family is like."

"I can't rely on anyone, I plan to find a wife on my own..."

Qian Hu kept chattering all the way to the door of the supply and marketing cooperative. Seeing that Xie Zhuo did not go in, he took a step back in surprise.

"What's wrong, Third Brother?"

"It's okay," Xie Zhuo said, "My wife has been spoiled since she was a child. She doesn't like the things in the village supply and marketing cooperative. When I have time, I will go to the department store in the city to buy them for her."

Qian Hu: “…”

In one sentence, he explained what Qian Hu had said before about him holding Xu Yan in his hands.

As for whether the other party believes it or not...

He doesn't care much either.

Qian Hu, who originally planned to buy him a pack of cigarettes as a reward before continuing his "learning from the masters", said: "..."

"Then..." Qian Hu struggled for a moment, "Some people also said that you beat up the young Xu Zhiqing. This is probably true..."

Before he could finish his words, Liu Mancang lifted the army green curtain of the supply and marketing cooperative, stepped out, and started talking about what Xie Zhuo had said to him that day, "You believe this kind of bullshit?"

Qian Hu was startled by his sudden appearance.

Then the door curtain was lifted again, and Zhao Jisheng also walked out.

"Have you bought it?" Xie Zhuo glanced at their faces and said, "Let's go once you're done."

The three people hurriedly walked towards Beishan. Qian Hu was still staring at them. Only when someone else came out did he look away and walk into the supply and marketing cooperative.

When I was buying cigarettes, Xie Zhuo's words suddenly came to my mind.

I sighed and said: The third child has a hard life!

Why marry a grandmother and bring her home to serve her like a slave?

Xie Zhuoke didn't know what Qian Hu was thinking. He turned his head and saw Liu Mancang holding a cigarette, then he looked away.

"Third brother, don't you want one?" Liu Mancang noticed Xie Zhuo's gaze, took a puff with satisfaction, exhaled a puff of smoke and asked.

"No," Xie Zhuo refused without even thinking.

He did smoke in his previous life, but not for long. Mainly because there were two little kids at home, and his mother would always scold him when she saw him. He stopped smoking because he got annoyed by the nagging.

In this life, although no one would nag him about smoking, Xu Yan loved cleanliness and always smelled sweet and fragrant. He didn't want to be disliked for smoking when he got close to others.

"Smoking is bad for your health," Xie Zhuo glanced at Liu Mancang and Zhao Jisheng, "I remember you weren't such a heavy smoker before."

"To give me courage," Liu Mancang said.

"It's been a while since I last went to Beishan Mountain," Zhao Jisheng said, and then he looked at Xie Zhuo again, "Third brother, are you really not afraid?"

"What are you afraid of?" Xie Zhuo asked.

"They say Widow Wang was eaten by wolves in the mountains," Zhao Jisheng said, "Didn't you have any doubts in your heart when you first entered the mountains?"

"No," Xie Zhuo said.

He didn't just say this to brag; he really had never been afraid.

Because he knew what was in this mountain.

He also knew that Widow Wang was not eaten by the creatures in the mountains at all. It was just a trick she and her lover in the city came up with to cover up the truth.

In the last few years of his previous life, more people went up the mountain, and he also went up there many times.

There are indeed some big, tough creatures in the deep areas, but the animals around the edge of the mountain are mostly small.

The three of them walked very quickly, and it took them less than ten minutes to reach the foot of the mountain.

If one of Liu Mancang and Zhao Jisheng were to come alone, they would not have the courage to do so. But if they were with Xie Zhuo, they would have no worries.

The third brother is very powerful.

The third brother is very agile.

The third brother is very strong.

The third brother never misses a shot...

Before he had finished his flattery, Xie Zhuo suddenly made a gesture, signaling Liu Mancang to be more cautious.

"Third brother, there is a rabbit in front of the left," Zhao Jisheng also slowed down his movements, and his breathing was much quieter than usual.

Xie Zhuo shifted his gaze away from the pheasant and glanced at the rabbit. Then he took out a slingshot and placed the sharpened bamboo sticks he had prepared in advance on the rubber band of the slingshot.

call out--

After the sound of a rubber band popping out, the rabbit squatting in the grass suddenly jumped forward.

The pheasant was frightened by the noises around it and flew away without stopping.

"Damn, didn't hit it?"

Liu Mancang ran forward two steps and was about to say something when he saw the rabbit with blood on its leg run forward two more steps, then squatted and did not move.

He bent over, made a lunging gesture with his hands, and walked cautiously towards the rabbit.

Before I touched the rabbit, I heard the sound of a rubber band being pulled and then suddenly loosened.

Then, the pheasant, which had just flown halfway, fell headfirst.

"Third brother!" Liu Mancang lifted up the rabbit's ears, his facial features almost deformed by his exaggerated smile, "Awesome!"

Zhao Jisheng ran forward a few steps when Xie Zhuo made his move. When he heard Liu Mancang's words, he wanted to shout as well, "Third brother is so awesome!"

But before he could finish his words, Xie Zhuo pointed at him and said, "If you scare the prey away today, I will stab both of you in the buttocks eight or ten times, so that you can experience the feeling of being the prey."

Zhao Jisheng stopped shouting and smiled as he pulled the bamboo sticks off the pheasant's wings.

Liu Mancang stopped shouting and walked with excitement.