I was a god in the 18th century

Chapter 291 The man coming out of the mountains
We walked through the forest smelling the smell of vegetation for a long time, and deliberately chose an undeveloped bad road. It was much later than usual before Eucommia ulmoides arrived at its destination - Chaoge Village.

He raised his wrist and glanced at the electronic watch. The time displayed on it was 9:50, exactly as he expected.

At this time, he breathed a sigh of relief and looked back with satisfaction at the way he came. A real sense of control came to his heart.

This is the mountain where he has lived since he was a child. It has a very beautiful name and a historical story as beautiful as the name.

In the year when Du Zhong was admitted to college, the Poverty Alleviation Office spotted this place for development, with the intention of turning it into a famous tourist village with a sense of history.

It's a pity that the wish is beautiful, but the reality is cruel. After the initial bustle and excitement, the place quickly returned to its old state, with the old, broken, and small being the eternal theme.

Walking into the village, there are a few scattered B&Bs that were originally demolished and built, making the village look like a tourist area.

As soon as Eucommia ulmoides entered the village, villagers squatting in the yard to eat shouted to him: "Hey, where are you from? Are you a travel companion? Do you want a place to stay?"

Du Zhong looked over and saw a man with completely gray hair but not that old face, whose age was hard to tell accurately. He was kind-hearted, but he didn't recognize him.

The other party obviously didn't know him, otherwise he wouldn't have asked this question.

Du Zhong couldn't help but pause, took off his earplugs and listened for a moment, then said hello: "Hello, Uncle Forrest. I am Du Zhong, from the A-Liang family."

Just now, Eucommia ulmoides heard the voices of people in the room behind the man and confirmed the identity of the person in front of him - Forrest Gump.

An uncle who ran away to work at the age of sixteen rarely returned to the village. Although he is in his early forties, he looks much older than his actual age.

Du Zhong had never seen him before. He had only heard people mention him. No wonder he didn't recognize him.

Before Chaoge Village was developed into a tourist area, it was an old village with serious empty nests. The only people in the village are old people and children, and it is rare to see adults in their prime.

In recent years, tourist areas have been developed, and a group of young and middle-aged people who ran away from the village have returned to engage in tourism.

For example, Uncle Eucommia's son came back from his job in Yangcheng, tidied up his land, and created an area for tourists to set up tents and camp, charging some venue fees.

A-Gump, a middle-aged man, was also one of the people who returned to the village to start a business. While eating rice, he said, "It turns out to be Brother A-Liang's baby! Your name is Eucommia ulmoides? I heard that you became a doctor, right?"

"Well, study medicine."

While the two were talking, a joyful voice came from the room behind the man: "Forrest Gump, is Xiao Zhong back?"

"Yeah, it's called Eucommia ulmoides, from Brother A-Liang's family." A-Gump turned around and responded, then looked at Eucommia ulmoides and muttered, "Is this really Brother A-Liang's seed? It doesn't look like it."

"Go! Stop talking nonsense!"

An old woman with a slight stoop came out of it, patted Forrest Gump on the shoulder lightly, her tone was slightly reproachful, and then greeted Du Zhong loudly with a smile on her face: "Oh, Xiao Zhong is really back! Great! Hurry! Come and sit here, San Po, there are so many fungi, come and have a bowl!”

Eucommia ulmoides quietly put the noise-cancelling earplugs back into her ears, then showed a shy smile to the old lady and said softly: "Third wife, don't be in a hurry. I'll go back and tell my grandparents before I come back."

"Oh, that's right." The old lady patted her thigh, "I should go and talk to your grandpa and grandma first. I, the third wife, have been having headaches recently, and I don't know what's going on. When you are free, come over and help the third wife. have a look?"

"Okay, no problem." Du Zhong waved his hand and turned to leave.

The village is densely populated with residents. When there is movement at the intersection here, people from other places also come out one after another. Seeing Eucommia ulmoides carrying a backpack on one shoulder, they all greeted him with joy. Their appearance was no different from seeing RMB.

In fact, Eucommia ulmoides is like walking currency to the locals in Chaoge Village. After all, they can provide free medical treatment to everyone.

Ever since he entered medical school, every year when he came back, he would be surrounded by young and old people from all over the village, lining up one by one to seek free medical treatment.

Eucommia ulmoides has not returned to the village for more than a year because he went abroad as an exchange student at public expense last year. Air tickets are expensive, so there is no need to travel back and forth domestically and abroad.

A few days ago, he caught up with his cousin and took the whole family, including grandparents, to the West Lake for a trip, and they met.

He originally made an appointment with his family to return to the village during the Chinese New Year. The reason why he returned on November 1 was mainly due to the follow-up caused by the appraisal report two days ago.

He wanted to go back to the village to investigate some things, some important things about himself.

Although he was worried, on the surface he remained the same as before, with no clues.

When I was almost walking to my bamboo house halfway up the mountain, a strange laughter suddenly came from the platform used by the uncle's house next door for camping for tourists.

This sound sounds very light to outsiders, but to Eucommia ulmoides it is no different from a normal face-to-face smile.

He couldn't help but take off his noise-cancelling earplugs, stopped, and listened carefully for a while.

As he concentrated his attention, the strange voice became clearer and clearer. And through refraction, reflection, diffraction and Doppler effect, it gradually formed an image in his brain, which is similar to the principle of multi-dimensional ultrasound equipment.

He could clearly "see" that in a tent on the right side of the platform, there was a bearded man with a high nose and deep eyes, solemnly braiding hemp rope in front of the air, and kept muttering in his mouth. Alien language.

Eucommia ulmoides turned around and walked into the uncle's house not far away. He quickly attracted the attention of the people inside.

His cousin Du Qibao shouted in surprise: "Xiao Zhong, why are you back! Didn't you say you would come back during the New Year?"

Du Zhong said calmly: "I haven't been back for a long time. It's a holiday anyway, so I'll just go back."

Then the voice changed and he said: "A foreigner at the campsite has been poisoned. Please send him to the hospital."

When Du Qibao heard this, he yelled: "What a foreigner! I'm so impatient. I said I'd wait a little longer to eat it. It's not cooked through yet. You insist on urging me to serve it! It's better now! Fuck!" !”

While cursing, he called people inside the house to go to the campsite to see the poisoned foreigner.

Poisoning is not a big deal here, it happens many times every year. Living in the mountains, the climate is warm all year round. When it rains, the fungus all over the mountains and plains exudes temptation, and you can't help but eat it!
People in the village would rather suspect that it's a problem with their own cooking skills, physical condition, or the pot, than they would suspect that it's a problem with the fungus.

Du Zhong followed Du Qibao to the tent to find the foreigner. When the latter was about to drag the foreigner, he sniffed lightly, frowned, and quickly pulled his cousin out.

"What's wrong?" Du Qibao asked doubtfully.

"It smells like pockmarks." This is the local slang, which represents the wild cannabis that grows all over the mountains and fields. The local shoveling speed could not match the speed of its growth, so it was later ignored.

Du Qibao's eyes suddenly widened: "Fuck!!!"