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The sky was about to turn dark, and snowflakes swirled down from the dusky sky. In the quiet of the Sunset Mountains, a faint sound could be heard.

"Creak, creak …"

It turned out that the wide, azure brick street had long since disappeared because there was no one around to repair it. Although the snow had covered it up, from the young man's shallow footsteps, it was easy to tell that the snow had long since passed past the young man's ankles and reached his calves. The young man's name was Qin Lang, and he was walking through the snow with difficulty towards the outside of the city.

At this moment, the door of a house on the side of the street suddenly opened. It was Aunt Wang, who came out carrying a pot of boiled sweet potatoes. It seemed like she wanted to filter out the water inside, as she also saw Qin Lang, who was lying in the snow.

"Oh my god, it's going to be dark soon, and the snow is so thick. Where are you going?"

"Aunt Wang, I'll go to the mountain and take a look at the baskets in the morning. The birds of the Sunset Mountains like to come out at this time to look for food. I'll go check if there are any harvests!" Qin Lang smiled as he said to Aunt Wang.

"Hey, be careful." Saying this, he took out a sweet potato from the bowl and handed it to Qin Lang. "Take this and eat it on the way. Don't fall over while you're walking."

"How is this good, Aunt Wang …" He knew that Aunt Wang's family had five people, but only two laborers, and this year's snow was too heavy, so Uncle Wang couldn't enter the mountain. Previously, he would run into the mountain every day, but this year, he only dared to come and go with a few birds, so he caught a few birds to improve his and the villagers' food supply.

"If I tell you to take it, then take it. There's no need to be polite to your Aunt Wang!" Aunt Wang walked forward a few steps and pressed a large sweet potato into Qin Lang's hand.

"Thank you, Aunt." Qin Lang could only accept the thanks.

"Lang Wazi, Xue Da, you must be careful on the road!" Aunt Wang warned Qin Lang again.

"Aunt Wang, don't worry. It won't get dark even if it's snowing. I'm not going into the mountains to check on the mess. It's fine." Qin Lang watched Aunt Wang as she entered the house before continuing to walk forward. The sweet potatoes were still steaming hot, warming his hands.

"Motherf * cker, who are you talking to?" After Aunt Wang entered, Uncle Wang asked with a pipe in his mouth next to the stove.

"Wa Zi Lang, he went into the mountain to look at his bird basket again. The last bird he caught also gave one to our family, and our two babies' mouths were covered in water." Aunt Wang put down the sweet potato pot and wiped her hands.

"Sigh, has Wa Zi entered the mountain again?"

"Yes, you said that in such a deep snow, LangWako still wants to go into the mountains. "Don't let anything happen to him!"

"Why aren't you shouting at him? It's snowing so heavily!" But then, Uncle Wang replied himself, "Ah, I'm a demon. How can you call me Wa Zi's character? You're as stubborn as a cow at such a young age. "He's a good kid, Mom and Dad are literate people, but they can't be compared to us grinder. It's just that they left a little earlier. He was only seven or eight when his parents met with trouble."

"Yeah, after everyone buried his parents, he stopped crying. When Old Man Li said he would let his child come to his home, he insisted on going, and would rather go to the mountains every day. We know, he doesn't want to burden Old Man Li. The heavens really are blind, sigh …" Aunt Wang sighed heavily.

The house quieted down, and the sky outside grew darker. Stone Monument Town was sleeping like a child in the mountains.

Just as its name implied, the reason why the Stone Tablet Town was called the Stone Tablet Town was because of that stone tablet five or six li outside the city.