C1 A boy from the depths of the mountains

Lu Hengshan, under the Department of Hongnong County, Luheng County.

Lu Hengshan was more than three hundred li wide and was dependent on Yi Shui. The mountain was shrouded in mist, the trees were green, and the beasts were moving in it. The mountain was covered with clouds, and the ground was covered with a thick layer of fog. At the foot of the mountain, there were trees and wild vines, making it very difficult to walk through. It was just like a place with no one around.

It was winter now, but the snow was already falling heavily between the mountains. The sky, the clouds, the mountains, and the water were all white!

This year's snow had come a little early, and many of the households who had not hunted enough to survive the winter could not help but sigh. Originally, this kind of deep mountain did not have much cultivated land, and would not grow much millet, but in the past, they would always split into two teams in front of the snow-capped mountain. One group was led by the village head, and they would choose a few villagers with good legs to take the fox and dog skins that they had accumulated over the past few days to the county city outside the mountain to exchange for food and iron tools; the other group would be led by the village's best hunters to hunt the mountains for a few days. These grains and meats were enough to make a "warm winter" in a village that was only a few dozen households long.

But now, the village chief had gone and not come back yet. The hunters had left the mountain early, not because they had come back with a load, but because the sudden blizzard had forced them to come back.

The hunters who had gone down the mountain were all gathered in the temple built on the mountain in front of the village. They looked at the dozens of pheasants and geese piled in the middle of the house with a worried look on their faces. There was a small deer, but it was not much better than the dozens of families in the village that were waiting to be fed — how were they supposed to get through this winter?

Their father had gone out with the village chief to exchange goods. Before he left, he had given the four of them to the village's only Rose Flower, Wang Chai, saying that he would take them to practice. If these four had even the slightest bit of laziness, they would fight to their deaths! Rose Husband was one of the lowest official positions in the Han Dynasty. In the village, they were inherited from the Wang family. When the time came for them to transfer, they would go to the county outside the mountains. However, in Wang Chai's generation, when the Wang family's sister-in-law died, she had always been single, so it seemed like she never had the intention to remarry. And the Wang family's sister-in-law also didn't leave any children for the Wang family, so as long as there was a young son in the village, they all wanted to send it to Wang Chai to help out.

No matter how young this Rose Man was, she was still an official!

The fourth brother, Ding Xiaochun, was a young man. He unwillingly suggested to Wang Chai, "Uncle Firewood, now that the snow has just arrived, let's hide for a while." This early snow is just like this. We just need to avoid this for a while and wait for it to become a bit smaller. How about, we go up the mountain again? "

Wang Chai looked at him coldly and said after a long time, "Your father wants you to learn craftsmanship from me, not throw your life away."

Ding Xiaochun was not convinced and wanted to argue again, but was pulled back by his younger brother, Ding Xiaoxia. He spat resentfully and went to the entrance of the temple to watch the snow without making a sound.

Ding Xiaoxia took a look at her brother, who looked childish, and carefully tested him out. "But Uncle Firewood, we … we …"

"We don't have enough to eat!" Ding Xiaochun abruptly turned his head to interject, as if venting his anger, "These little fawns are not even enough to last us four this winter!"

"Brother!" "Stop talking." Ding Xiaoxia nervously looked at Wang Chai's face, afraid that he would be displeased.

Wang Chai ignored Ding Xiaochun and asked the other hunters in the room. Le Tian's people were looking forward to the village chief's team bringing back some of the village food for the winter. The worried but helpless people scratched their heads without making a sound. Some of them might have some ulterior motives, but due to Wang Rose's attitude, they didn't dare to say anything. Wang Chai saw everyone's expressions and took a last glance at Jiao Dazhi, who was hiding in a pile of firewood in the corner of the room. He let out a breath and said, "Dazhi, what do you think?"

Hearing this, Jiao Dazhi let out an "ah", it was clear that he was in a daze just now. Wang Chai told him the question again. He was stunned for a moment and frowned. After a long while, he forced out a sentence, "I agree with Ding Dai."

Dingdang was Ding Xiaochun.

This was out of Wang Chai's expectation, Wang Rose looked at Jiao Dazhi from head to toe – in reality, Jiao Dazhi's leg wasn't big, it was just a nickname. Three years ago, he was lost and fainted in the middle of a mountain. Coincidentally, he was picked up by Wang Chai who came up the mountain. After waking up, he didn't say a word. At first, everyone thought he was a mute, and if it wasn't for the simple customs of the village and the fact that Wang Chai was a hunter's expert, he might have already been driven to the mountains or starved to death in this chaotic world. After more than a year of silence, the simple comfort of the villagers deep in the mountains had finally moved him. When Jiao Dazhi opened his mouth to speak, it frightened several villagers around him.

As if possessed by some sort of magic, Jiao Dazhi's thinking speed was always slower than others by a few beats. Since he could not remember his full name and home, he could only mumble that his surname was "Jiao". But Jiao Dazhi's legs were especially good, and his physique was much stronger than the average villager. Thus, he got the title "Jiao Dazhi" and gloriously joined the "village hunter" team led by Wang Chai.

Wang Chai obviously valued his big feet more than Ding Xiaochun. Seeing that the other party was at odds with him, he did not make a fuss and continued to ask: "Tell me why."

The snow has come early this year. Not only are we afraid, the big and small jackals, tigers, and leopards of this mountain must not have prepared anything. They will definitely come looking for food. We might as well use the game as bait and make a dozen traps. We don't need to stay here forever, we can just go into the mountains once every two days. "This way, no matter how big the snow on the mountain, we won't have to set up any dangerous cards."

Wang Chai's eyes lit up as he praised, "Good idea!" He then laughed loudly, "That's great, Big Foot. Look at how you haven't spoken for a year or so. With just a single word, you've solved the big problem of our village's livelihood."

"Tch!" Ding Xiaochun whispered, "Isn't it the same as my method?"

Wang Chai had good hearing and heard Ding Xiaochun's complaints. He reprimanded him coldly, "My boy, if you had told me your Uncle Jiao's plan just now, your Uncle Wang would have said that you couldn't do it."

Ding Xiaochun nodded resentfully. After Wang Chai turned his head, he stuck out his tongue and made a face at Wang Chai's back. Just as Ding Xiaochun was hesitating as to whether he should spit behind Wang Chai's back, Ding Xiaoqiu and Ding Xiaodong walked in from the backyard with a young Taoist. As they walked, they shouted, "Grandmaster Qing Niu is here, Grandmaster Qing Niu is here!"

Wang Chai and the others turned to look — it was a boy dressed in a mackintosh, about the age of six or seven. He had clear soup and white water, a pretty face, and there was even baby fat on his face. The little boy's Taoist name was "Qing Niu", and it was the temple wish in this mountain temple. The original temple wished "greengrocer" six years ago when he went out on a trip to carry back from the mountains. Later on, when Master Qing Cai drove the crane to the west, the 6-year-old Master Qing Niu became the only "godly stick" in the mountains.

However, don't underestimate this six year old little trump card. Grandmaster Qing Niu will tell you what it means to "bully people with your intelligence". He saw the Cyan Ox Grandmaster following behind Ding Xiaoqiu and Ding Xiaodong with a serious expression. His small face and facial features were all squeezed together, as if he was trying to explain with his life, "I'm not cute, I'm very serious" and "I'm not cute, I'm very serious". Ding Xiaoqiu and Ding Xiaodong automatically entered the role of "Erasers", while the great Cyan Ox Grandmaster strutted forward with vigorous strides, attempting to create an aura of "the supreme being" that was floating like an immortal …

Although it was not the first time he saw it, Dante's Little Chun could not help but want to laugh out loud. Fortunately, his younger brother, Ding Xiaoxia, was quick to stop him. Grandmaster Qing Niu walked to the praying mat in the middle of the room and waved at Wang Chai with a "benevolent" smile. "Hello everyone."

"Greetings, Green Ox Grandmaster!" Wang Chai and the rest bowed mechanically.

"Thank you all for your hard work." Master Azure Ox said in a childish voice.

"Grandmaster Qing Niu, thank you for your hard work." Wang Chai and the rest replied.

The Daoist boy was clearly satisfied with their reply. This was the reason why he felt that he was so domineering. Before he could clumsily sit down, Ding Xiaochun, who was hiding behind Wang Chao, anxiously complained, "Great Master Qingniu, the method you taught me last time was wrong. Xiao Ya still doesn't like me!"

Before the green ox Daoist child could say anything, Wang Chai's face darkened as he scolded, "Impudent! Who allowed you to be so rude to the master! Furthermore, we are talking about a big matter that concerns the entire village, how can you bother Master with such a small matter! "

Ding Xiaochun had been choked on by Wang Chao and was already on fire. Moreover, this matter was related to his life and death affairs, so he did not care about "the whole village's affairs". He unhappily shot back, "Didn't the master always say that there is no detail to this matter? It's clear that you haven't finished this matter with me. Of course you have to settle this matter with me first! "

Wang Chai was about to flare up, but he was interrupted by a fit of coughing from the Daoist boy. Everyone understood that this was the prelude to Grandmaster Qing Niu's words. As expected, when everyone came back to their senses and saw him, the Daoist Priest casually extended his hand and made a floral gesture, "Infinite Sky Sovereign, the people of our sect are the ones who consume all life, one person is the one who saves all lives, and the rest of the villagers are the ones who save all lives. Although the latter is more important than the former, it is not wise to assume that the former is lighter than the latter." After he finished speaking, he looked around and saw the entire room was staring at him. He helplessly sighed and bluntly said, "It's also a matter of the baby. Since I've helped, I'll help to the end. So, baby, you first."

"That's reasonable!" Ding Xiaochun then revealed a smiling face and proudly glared back at Wang Chai, implying, "Look, all the masters agree with me." He then wanted to run in front of the green ox Taoist, but Wang Chai grabbed him and coldly scolded, "What are you doing? Just stand here and say it."

"Ah is talking about my 'private' matter! Ding Xiaochun, who had privacy, was unhappy. She poked her head out from Wang Chai and said, "Master, don't you think so?"

The term "privacy" had been taught to him by the green ox Taoist.

"Cough cough." The green ox Daoist opened his mouth and said in a neutral tone, "Wang Rose, let him go."

Wang Chai had no choice but to withdraw his hand. Ding Xiaochun glanced at Wang Chai happily, then ran in front of the green ox Taoist and squatted down. He lowered his voice and said in a sneaky voice, "Master, didn't you say that every day when I send flowers to Little Ya, she will like me?"

It can't be, isn't that little brat in the village a girl who likes flowers? The Daoist boy furrowed his small eyebrows and pretended to be serious, but he said with a guilty conscience, "She doesn't like flowers?"

"Not really." Ding Xiaochun tried his best to recall, "In the beginning, she was very happy to give it to her every day, but she no longer hated me as much as before. It was three days ago when she suddenly stopped caring about me and continued to hide from me. "

"Three days ago?" The temple boy was surprised and asked curiously, "What flower did you give her three days ago?"

"It was picked from a small valley at the back of the mountain. It's vermilion in color and very pretty." Ding Xiaochun was very happy. It seemed that he was very pleased with himself for being able to find such a flower in this season. He then reluctantly said, "Me has picked the flower for Little Ya, but she has also never seen or seen it. She is very happy. But after that, she didn't like me anymore... "Even when I sent her flowers, she hid from me and refused to accept it."

This isn't scientific, the cow-wielding boy thinks. Flowers lovers don't like flowers, and there are usually only two situations: "I'm in a bad mood, not happy flowers" and "I'm sick, not happy flowers". He asked again, "Did something happen to me in the past few days?"

Ding Xiaochun paused for a moment and thought, "I heard a few girls who were close to her say that her body was constantly having erythema, and the itch was unbearable …"

The Daoist boy stared at Ding Xiaochun as if he was looking at an idiot. He said bluntly, "It looks like the flowers you picked for me have made her allergic …"

"What?" Ding Xiaochun's eyes widened. "Allergy?"