The end-of-life life of a mountain farmhouse

Lin Yang found this kind of stone in the depths of Lianhu lake intentionally and unintentionally, and then tried it in another world. Sure enough, the efficiency of planting trees was greatly improved.

After years of hard work, the half-dead miscellaneous forest passed down from the ancestors has finally been expanded to a vibrant [-]-acre Populus euphratica forest, and now there is a small lake in it.

"Little pig, I'm so tired!" After finishing speaking, Lin Yang stretched out his hand to asparagus, hugged his waist and said coquettishly, "In addition to the work at home, I also want to plant trees over there for free. I don't know when it will be planted?"

Although no one urges him, and no one talks about him if he doesn't plant, but the instinct of farming seems to be engraved in his bones, and he always feels uncomfortable looking at the bare area over there.

"Little pig, you have to comfort me, let's try tonight...that..."

Lin Yang was grinding asparagus in his arms when his cell phone rang suddenly.

"Jingle Bell……"

Who, it's late at night, don't you know that people in the mountains go to bed early and get up early.

"Your phone is ringing!" Panting, Wenzhu pushed him, seeing that he still refused to move, and kicked him: "Hurry up, wake up your son, you won't be able to sleep tonight."

"Hey, annoying!" Lin Yang hung up the phone directly, but before he put down the phone, it rang again.

"Hurry up and pick it up, there should be something urgent."

"It's Lin Chen!" Lin Yang opened the phone and saw him: "Yeah, okay." After answering for a while, he hung up the phone, picked up the clothes on the ground and said to Wenzhu, "Today The few tourists brought back disappeared, the village chief arranged for someone to look for them, and asked me to help, I don’t know when I’ll be back tonight, so you don’t have to wait for me.”

Wenzhu sat up: "What's the matter? Don't you live in Lin Chen's house? How could it disappear at night!"

He was a little worried: "Is nothing going to happen?"

"Probably not. I didn't notice any special changes in the aura of our village. They should have lost themselves." Lin Yang comforted: "Don't worry, I'll be back soon. You close the door at night, If I haven't come home tomorrow, you should stay at home and don't take the children to pick red bayberries alone, do you understand?"

"Yeah!" Wenzhu replied, and then stood up to help him pack his things.

The two of them had just prepared the things to go into the mountain, when someone outside the house called for the door.

Lin Yang swallowed the late-night snack that Wenzhu made for him as soon as possible, and then went out to join them. There was a bright street light installed in their Dashaping, and there were stops on the road leading to Lianhu. There are seven or eight motorcycles, Lin Yang asked, "Should I also drive a motorcycle?"

"Ayang, your family's tricycle is powerful, and you are used to going into the mountains. You go in with the tricycle and find people so you can take them out." Uncle Chang Ping, the village chief, explained.

Lin Yang nodded, understanding what he meant.The road in Lianhu can be used by large vehicles, but the mountain road is more convenient and fast, and if the tourists are conscious when they find it, there is no problem in using a motorcycle to take them out. It is not so good to find people, Lin Yang The tricycle will be available at that time.

Without saying much, everyone rode their own motorcycles into the mountain rumbling.

Half an hour later, 10 people and nine vehicles parked on the lawn of the ruins of the abandoned factory.

After all, people have died, and people outside are secretive about this place, and people from Lianhua Village almost never come here.

The dark and terrifying abandoned factory building looks like a man-hungry beast under the cover of night.

Lin Chen was the most anxious. He stepped forward to check: "Their things are still here."

Camping tents and traces of life all show that someone has been here.

"Ayang, what... have you discovered?" the village chief asked.

"No." Lin Yang shook his head.

"Hmm!" Uncle Chang Ping lit a cigarette, then turned to face the others: "Not only A Yang, but if the rest of you have any ideas, please tell me?"

"Village chief, it's too dark here. We're not a search and rescue team. If we can see something, let me see. Why don't we come and look for it tomorrow, or call the police directly?" Chen Jianfang suggested.

Lin Chen stood up with a very helpless tone: "I have already called the police, and the people from the police station will come right away."

He regretted it to the point of death, why can't he think about starting this farmhouse entertainment and living his own life well?Toss, toss something happened.

There were also those five tourists who communicated very well on the Internet before. Those people promised well that they would only experience rural life in the mountains in the village and would never wander around.

In the afternoon, I took them to his house, and let them move about by themselves after they settled down, but I didn't expect this group of people to go straight into the mountain with audacity.

Someone suggested: "Since we called the police, why don't we wait here for the police to come in, they are more professional than us, and it's not a problem for us to search everywhere."

Speaking of professionalism, everyone turned to Lin Yang, and Lin Yang somehow felt that he had been shot in the knee.

The village head was disappointed for a while, and then said in a calm voice: "Let's look for it! Divide up and search in groups of 4, and the remaining two people will wait here! Everyone check whether your mobile phone is still charged and whether you can get through. It's not important. Time is running out, Ah Chen, you should create a group right away, and get all the people who came out to look for it tonight into it, and we will report safety in it for half an hour."

"Changping, I don't have WeChat." Lin Guoping, who is about the same age as the village chief, came out tonight. He is in his 50s. Cell phones, if not necessary, are rarely used.

"It's okay, you can form a team with someone who has WeChat." The village head continued to arrange: "Lin Guang who stays behind, ah Wen, you wait here for the people from the police station."

"By the way, Ah Chen, can the calls of those tourists be connected now?"

Lin Chen took out his phone and looked at it again, then shook his head: "No."

Lin Yang suggested: "You send the phone numbers of those people to the group, and we will call them in turn. If someone gets through, we will tell everyone in the group."

The village chief divided them into groups, and after talking about the arrangements, everyone remained silent. They said that they were not afraid, but if they were not thinking at all, it seemed that they were not. Everyone stood and looked at each other, neither moving nor moving.

After a long time, Lin Yang rubbed his nose and made a very unreliable suggestion: "How about...we go to the mountain temple to burn incense?"

Unexpectedly, this seemingly unreliable suggestion was unanimously agreed by everyone: "Yes, yes, yes, what Yang said is right, it should be, we usually have to tell the old man of the mountain when we go out, there is no reason to go into the mountain If you don’t want to say hello to him, everyone will go.”

Lin Guoping is getting old, and he is more particular about this, and his tone is hesitant: "We don't have anything on us now, is it... not very good?"

Don't worry about candles and incense. Compared with the new temple in the village, fewer people come to the old temple, but Lin Yang comes here often. In order to deceive people, he often brings money paper candle incense, so there is no shortage of these things in the temple.

But apart from burning incense, there is nothing like the usual offerings of fruits, whole chickens, ducks and pork.