Spring comes to the desperate place

Chapter 130 Finding a Relative

The county town where Song Daha is located is in Suzhou. Song Chunlin roughly thinks it is the Qinghai area in his previous life. He is not sure. The topography and landforms here are somewhat different from those in his previous life. Dabao said that this is normal. The development path of each small world is different, and the final appearance will be different from the laws of the world.

Song Chunlin and his crew traveled for three days. They would rest whenever they came across an inn, and camp in the wild if they didn't. With the cheating tool of space, the three of them were not worried about encountering any accidents.

Today is the third day since they set out. Suzhou is mostly desert, with yellow sand all over the sky and few people. They didn't see any post stations on the road, so they chose a place sheltered from the wind to camp.

Song Dazhuang looked around and brought back a few dead branches.

"There are too few trees here, and now is the time of the year when there is a shortage of food. Let's just make do with what we have for now." Song Dazhuang threw the branches on the ground, dug a shallow hole, and lit a fire to keep warm.

Song Chunlin shivered as he approached the fire, got a few large logs from the space and threw them in. As the fire gradually grew bigger, Song Chunlin took out the barbecue grill and charcoal fire. Well, he wanted to eat barbecue.

Song Dazhuang supported his chin and watched with Gu Fengyue as Song Chunlin took out one thing after another like a magic trick. There were not only tables and chairs for camping, but also various cut raw meats, fresh fruit plates, juicy vegetables, and even three cups of milk tea at the end.

When the milk tea was brought out, Song Dazhuang had a complicated expression. Now who could tell whether they were on the road or camping?

The marinated barbecue was placed on the grill. With a sizzling sound, the unique aroma of barbecue drifted in the air. Gu Fengyue sniffed the cumin in the air, and approached Song Chunlin with some curiosity, asking him what seasoning he had sprinkled.

Song Chunlin picked up the package in his hand and showed it to him: "Here, cumin barbecue seasoning, very fragrant."

Gu Fengyue pinched the colorful plastic packaging bag with two fingers and rubbed it gently. It didn't break. It was just like the lunch box that Song Chunlin took out before, very thin but hard. It couldn't be pierced by chopsticks and it didn't leak. But the smell when it was burning was extremely pungent, which made him feel nauseous.

The fragrant barbecue was cooked quickly. Song Chunlin liked spicy food, so he sprinkled some chili powder on it. The spicy taste made the three of them sweat. When they couldn't stand the spiciness, they drank some milk tea to relieve the spiciness.

The milk tea was cold and not as addictive as iced one, but for Gu Fengyue who had never had it before, it was already a very amazing food.

But the aftereffects soon came, because Gu Fengyue, who had never drunk milk tea before, suffered from a rare insomnia.

He held the milk tea with only a few sips left in his hand and stared at the fire in front of him in a daze. Song Chunlin leaned on his shoulder and dozed with his eyes closed. Song Dazhuang was the one who slept the most soundly. Who would have thought that three cups of milk tea would produce three different effects, one causing insomnia, one unable to wake up, and one completely immune.

Gu Fengyue listened to Song Dazhuang's snoring and sighed for who knows how many times.

Song Chunlin lay on his shoulder and laughed secretly, his body trembling with laughter. Gu Fengyue poked his head helplessly.

"Laugh out loud if you want to laugh. Uncle Song will definitely not wake up tonight anyway." After saying that, Gu Fengyue also laughed embarrassedly, and the two of them began to laugh loudly. The laughter mixed with Song Dazhuang's snoring spread far away in the desert.

When the two finally laughed enough, Gu Fengyue spoke again: "Have you ever thought about what your second uncle is like?"

Song Chunlin shook his head. Because it was a bit cold, he simply hugged Gu Fengyue's arm and leaned on him.

"I don't know. I've never met my second uncle. My father said that my second uncle looks more like my grandfather. Well, he is more delicate, but he has a very burly figure."

Song Chunlin himself couldn't imagine what a second uncle with a burly build and delicate appearance looked like. Perhaps, he looked like Nezha?

"I haven't seen my father much either. My brother said that I look a lot like him."

Gu Fengyue's voice was a little vague, and Song Chunlin then realized that this trip was not only to bring back Song Dahao, but also to bring back the remains of the old marquis.

"They died when I was four years old. My brother said that they raised me before I was two years old, but I have no memory of them. I can't remember what my parents looked like. Only my brother remembers them. But they all said that my father was tall and handsome, and my mother was also very bright and beautiful. When she was young, my mother was one of the Four Beauties of Beijing. Do you know the Four Beauties?"

Song Chunlin shook his head: "I didn't grow up in the capital."

Gu Fengyue said "Oh", "Yes, you didn't grow up in the capital. I grew up in the capital, and I haven't heard much about it. These old stories were told to me by the old people in the mansion."

"They said that although my mother was not from a military family, she was as good as my father in deploying troops on the battlefield. The two of them were simply invincible on the battlefield."

Song Chunlin asked him: "Where was mother that year? Where was she buried?"

Gu Fengyue: "Burned it, and I didn't find it."

Ta'an County is about 700 miles away from Hutu River and 500 miles away from the capital. After rushing all the way, Song Chunlin and his team finally arrived at Ta'an County on the twelfth day, exhausted.

The area here is vast and sparsely populated. Even in the county town, the population is only about the same as that of Changping Town. However, the streets are still quite busy, probably because of the New Year. There are quite a lot of small stalls and vendors. Song Chunlin looked at the goods on those stalls curiously. Many of them were things he had never seen before.

There were fun things, useful things, and some food. People in Ta'an County like to eat mutton, and there were many mutton stalls along the way. The three of them found a mutton soup stall that looked relatively clean, sat down and ordered three bowls of mutton soup, and bought three Hu cakes from the stall next to it.

The mutton soup was eaten hot with the Hu Bing. Song Chunlin was not used to eating Hu Bing, so he only took a small piece and gave the rest to Song Dazhuang.

The mutton soup is quite delicious. I don’t know what medicinal ingredients are put into it, but it doesn’t have any fishy smell. I feel warm all over after drinking it.

After eating and drinking, Song Dazhuang asked the boss how to get to the village where Song Dahao was. The boss kindly pointed them in the direction. After Song Dazhuang thanked him, he paid the bill and continued on his way with the two children.

According to the boss, the village is not too far from the county town and they should be able to get there before dark.

Song Chunlin used his supernatural powers to clear the way, so the journey was easy and he arrived at the village entrance just as it was getting dark.

The villagers at this time were still awake. They were all digesting their food at the entrance of the village. When they heard them asking about the three grown men, they pointed to the big mountain nearby.

"In this mountain, they came here more than ten years ago. All three of them were injured. They said they met a blind bear in the mountain. The village chief knew they were good at martial arts, so he gave them an abandoned hut on the mountain. Here, there is a road going up from here. It will take about half an incense stick of time to get there."

Song Dazhuang thanked them and drove the carriage up the mountain. The mountain path was narrow and the carriage could not pass through. The three of them got off the carriage and asked Song Chunlin to take the carriage back. Then they took out flashlights and the three of them walked up the mountain.

The flashlights illuminated the front brightly, and they walked quickly, and soon they saw the mountain hut in the distance.

After so many years of renovation, the house is no longer an abandoned hut, but it is not much better.

Song Dazhuang stood in front of the house, looking at the somewhat old house, and felt sad. Has his brother lived in such a house all these years?

Why doesn't he go home?

Doesn’t he know that his family has been waiting for him?

Song Dazhuang wiped his eyes and then went forward and knocked on the door.

A hoarse voice came out almost immediately: "Who is it?"

Song Dazhuang opened and closed his mouth, not knowing how to start again.

Song Chunlin stepped forward, put away the flashlight in his hand, took out a lantern and handed it to Gu Fengyue, motioning him to light it.

"We are here to look for Song Dahe. Is he here?"

The clear young voice stunned everyone in the room. After a long time, the door opened from the inside. Song Chunlin tilted his head and looked towards the door. He saw a middle-aged man with a cloth tied on his face standing at the door. He turned sideways to the direction of the voice and asked:

"Who are you to Song Dahe? Why are you looking for him?"

When Song Dazhuang saw someone open the door, he hurriedly looked inside, but the room was pitch dark and he could not see anything.

Song Chunlin stepped forward and handed the lit lantern to Song Dazhuang, and politely told the man: "I am Song Dahe's nephew, the man next to me is my father, and we are here to take my uncle home."

"Nephew?" The man seemed very surprised. He asked Song Chunlin anxiously, "Are you really Dahe's relatives?"

"Exactly. I am Dahe's biological brother. Where is Dahe? Where is he?"

Song Dazhuang looked into the house anxiously, but could not see anything inside. The middle-aged man sighed, stepped aside, and just told them to go in and take a look themselves.

Song Dazhuang couldn't wait to walk into the house. The house was very small, with only a main room, a bedroom, and a kitchen on the other side. There was a figure sitting next to the stove. His hair was messy and the firelight shone on his face, making it difficult to see clearly. But Song Dazhuang recognized him at a glance. This was his younger brother.

"Da He!" Song Dazhuang shouted. He squatted in front of his brother and shouted anxiously, "Da He, I am your brother. Da He, you have lived well all these years, why didn't you send a message home?"

Song Chunlin walked over and placed the lantern on the stove. He waved his hand in front of Song Daha and found that the other party's reaction was extremely slow. He slowly moved his gaze from the fire to the lantern, but there was no further reaction.

Song Chunlin looked at his reaction and had a bad feeling.

Song Dazhuang also noticed that Song Dahao looked safe and sound, but no matter how he called him, he had no response and just stared at the flames blankly.

The middle-aged man followed in, and he leaned against the door to explain to them, "Da He hit his head. He was fine at first, but as time went on, he gradually began to forget things. After we escaped here, Da He completely became demented. We have tried to find a doctor for him over the years, but the doctor said that there is a blood clot in Da He's brain. As long as the blood clot is not removed, Da He will never wake up."

"Da He is still good. When the weather is too cold, his head hurts. When it hurts, he gets mad and hits people and runs around. We have no choice but to lock him in the kitchen. He will warm up by the fire and his head won't hurt."

It was only then that Song Dazhuang discovered that there was a thick rope tied around Song Dahao's feet, which tied him tightly to the house. Because he had been tied for a long time, the rope had rubbed his ankles, leaving a circle of blood marks.

Looking at the bloodstained rope, Song Dazhuang's eyes immediately turned red. His own brother was suffering such pain without his knowledge.

"I'm late. If I had found him earlier, it would have been great." Song Dazhuang was crying with tears and snot, but Song Dahao didn't even look at him.

Song Chunlin used his special powers to check Song Daha's body and found that although he had many bruises and scratches on his body, none of them were the most serious. The most serious one was the blood clot in his head.

The middle-aged man said that Song Dahe had blood clots in his brain, but in fact, Song Dahe not only had blood clots in his brain, but a small part of his skull was broken. However, over a long period of time, the broken parts healed, but they did not heal well. So Song Dahe would have a headache every winter, or in other words, Song Dahe would have a headache as long as he was slightly stimulated, which aggravated the pressure of the blood clots on his brain, causing him to become mentally ill or even crazy.

No wonder there has been no news from Song Daha for so many years. It’s not that he doesn’t want to go home, but that he is sick and can’t go home.

After knowing the cause of Song Dahao's illness, Song Chunlin felt that it was not a big problem. He had the spiritual spring water in his hand and he did not believe that he could not cure Song Dahao.

At this time, a coughing sound was heard from the room on the other side. The middle-aged man paused, then walked over quickly. Although the room was very dark, it had no effect on a blind man. Song Chunlin and Gu Fengyue looked at each other, then followed over.

The room here is also very small. There is no bed in it. There are only a few boards put together to serve as a bed temporarily.

There was no light in the room, which Song Chunlin was not used to. Without thinking much, he took out a candle and lit it up. The room suddenly became bright.

The man on the bed was a little uncomfortable with the sudden light. He patted his chest and nodded slightly to Song Chunlin and Gu Fengyue.

"You must be the relatives of Brother Da He, right? This is Lu Ming, the former centurion. My name is Fu Nian, and like Brother Da He, I am a soldier under Lu Ming."

Lu Ming stroked Fu Nian's chest and said, "It's all in the past. Now we are all hunters in the mountains, that's all."

Song Chunlin's eyes fell on Fu Nian's quilt. Although the visibility in the room was poor, he felt that he had never seen before. This Fu Nian seemed to have no legs.

Well, one lost his legs, one is blind, and the remaining one is a fool and goes crazy from time to time. How can it not be considered a miracle that these three people can survive until now?