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The two mountain ranges in the north and south are like two camel teams running parallel from east to west, sandwiching the long and winding Yangjia Valley. In the spring rain, the mud huts looked like newly emerged mud bricks, extending wetly along the mouth of the ditch into the ditch. When we reached the gate of Yang Zijiang's house, the whole village came to an end. I grabbed a handful of sweat beads from my forehead and threw them to the ground: "Yang Zijiang! Get me a bowl of water quickly." The person who greeted me was not Yang Zijiang, but a big wolf dog. Just when this fierce guy was about to pounce on me, Yang Zijiang spoke under the peach tree in the yard, "Calm down, what are you yelling about?" The big wolfdog first braked suddenly, then turned back to the door of the house and lay down. It walked away and my head turned around. Yang Zijiang made a pun.

The ridge blocks the afterglow of dusk into two corners, one bright and one dark. The sunny slope is bright and the shady slope is dark. In the darkness, the wind stops and the grass moves. In the distance, at the foot of the mountain, hunter Wang Yuan and his mentally ill son Wang Xiaogu are approaching the mountain. The two of them walked one behind the other on the ups and downs of the mountain road, like two tadpoles rising and falling, submerged in the bleak mountain forest. In the middle of the night last night, the village chief secretly came to Wang Yuan's house and said that the money for the subsistence allowance households would increase next year. Wang Yuan's eyes lit up and he thanked the village chief. The village chief said that the evaluation conditions are much stricter than before, and elderly people who are not old, weak, sick or disabled are not allowed to be evaluated. Wang Yuan looked at Wang Xiaogu sadly and said, yes. Yes. At this age, I have to take care of Xiaogu and Shanhua. Shanhua will go to junior high school during the Chinese New Year, and the expenses are getting higher and higher, which is really terrible.