In the evening, the Song family started to cook, but they didn't see their son come back, and they were a little anxious.

"Where has this kid gone, why hasn't he come back?"

In the winter of the previous life, Xing Youyou's most willing thing to do was to light the fire, watching the blazing flames in the stove eye jumping and burning, sometimes the burning wood would make a bouncing sound, and the warm little sun emitted by the flames generally shone on her whole body, warm.

Now she is too young, and her eldest brother and grandmother never dare to let her stomach stay alone by the burning fire, but they are reluctant to let her be frozen, so every time she makes a fire, she always takes her with her, let her roast the fire, and warm her little hands.

Song filled the stove with a fire, put down the tongs, rubbed his granddaughter's hands, and looked at the little man next to him with a smile in his eyes.

"It's cold this winter, is it freezing our house?"

"Grandma~"

"Hmm~"

"Uncle is in the mountains. ”

"On the mountain, on the mountain behind you?"

Xing Youyou nodded.

"This dead boy, I'm so old and I don't know how long I'm going to worry about it, Yoyo, you have to be obedient in the future, don't be like your uncle, he's a bad example. ”

"Mother, how can you speak ill of me in front of children. As soon as Fu Xiaojian entered the courtyard, he heard someone speaking ill of him in the kitchen.

"Tell me about you, what is not a bad example, it is dark and you don't know your home, if you don't feel hungry, don't you want to come back?"

Fu Xiaojian saw that his mother seemed to be really angry, and hurriedly sat down and patiently explained,

"Mother, no, today the platoon leader Wang Sheng of the fuel company came down the mountain to pick up the bucket to fetch water, didn't I have nothing to do, so I helped him carry him up the mountain. ”

Song got up and was about to start baking cakes, and called Xing Youliang to light the fire, and seemed to understand his son's words and didn't seem to understand.

"Platoon commander? Which platoon commander? When did there be a platoon commander in Shimo Village?"

"It's the team that passed by yesterday who was a soldier, they are from the fuel battalion, and the leader is Platoon Commander Wang, and the others are fine. Fu Xiaojian felt happy when he mentioned Wang Sheng.

"Mother, you don't know, the mountain is lively, they have set up a shack on the mountain, and they call it ,,, call, oh called tent, they eat and sleep there, but it is inconvenient to fetch water, so they came to our house to borrow a bucket, saying that they will leave after the Chinese New Year, and they will return it to us before leaving. ”

"I also said that when I tried to fetch water in the afternoon, I couldn't find the bucket. Song turned over the cakes in the pot and said to Xing Youliang, who was burning the fire,

"If there is food, burn a little bit, and when the bread is gone, it will be pasted. After scooping up the cake that was about to be pasted, Song scooped another scoop of mixed grains with vegetables and poured them gently along the edge of the pot, and the mixed grain soup was almost ripe before it reached the center of the iron pot.

"Uncle, you like them. Xing Youqian, who was playing with bamboo dragonflies on the side, was a little curious, he rarely saw what his uncle was interested in.

"Of course, you don't know that Platoon Commander Wang is majestic, and the mountains are fun, why don't your uncle take you to play tomorrow?"

Hearing that you have to play, Xing Youqian was very happy, and immediately agreed, but Song immediately began to worry,

"You have a sense of proportion, and you still want to go out to play with Youqian? I don't feel sorry if you lose it, but if you lose it, it will kill me!" Fu Xiaojian knew that his mother had always been a knife-mouthed tofu heart to herself, but she smiled cheekily,

"Let's come back early tomorrow, mother, don't worry, I will never let Youqian be hurt a little, and besides, we are supporting the great revolutionary cause. ”

"Great, great, I can go up the hill tomorrow. Xing Youqian was so happy that he danced, and the Song family didn't want to ruin his interest, so he had to explain it over and over again, but he was not at ease at all about his unreliable son.

As for Xing Youliang, he didn't have much to worry about, they had been to the back mountain many times, and besides, there were so many soldiers on this mountain, he had nothing to worry about, if he didn't have to go to Teacher Jiang's house with Xiaochuan tomorrow to study, he would have gone.

On the second day, Xing Youqian was stunned as soon as he arrived on the mountain, in the winter, these adults were all shirtless and holding big axes to cut down trees, not far away were shacks, and there were temporary stoves for cooking, and there was a pheasant hanging on the tree next to the stove, cooing and flapping its wings, but it couldn't break free.

"Uncle, uncle, look, there's a chicken over there. ”

Fu Xiaojian looked in the direction pointed by Xing Youqian's finger, and sure enough, there was a chicken, still alive, and he couldn't turn his eyes away, and began to imagine how delicious it would be to use this chicken to roast potatoes or wild mushrooms in the mountains, thinking about it, he couldn't help but swallow his saliva, and he didn't even notice that Wang Sheng came over.

Wang Sheng couldn't help but look at the smile on his face when he looked at this somewhat similar face,

"Hahaha, look at the two of you, that saliva is going to hang into silk, how long has it been since you eaten meat?"

Fu Xiaojian came back to his senses at this time, touched the back of his head and smiled awkwardly,

"It's been a long time, I ate pork a year ago, and I haven't eaten chicken in my life, but I recognize it, I saw people eat it when I went to town to catch up with the market before. ”

Fu Xiaojian's simple words made Wang Sheng feel sad when he listened to it, now the country is poor, there is no way for everyone to live a good life, but this year is getting more and more difficult, Wang Sheng patted Fu Xiaojian's shoulder and said,

"I'll introduce you to someone. ”

Wang Sheng took Fu Xiaojian to a lean and swarthy man, this man looked very young, only wearing a thin white vest, inch head, a little shorter than him, ordinary appearance, small but very bright eyes, saw the platoon commander coming and immediately saluted.

"Good platoon leader. ”

"Xiao Jian, this is our third platoon of Comrade Changshuo, this pheasant is what he shot, before joining the army, their family made a living by hunting, and his father was also a hunter, so he was a good hand in this regard. Wang Sheng paused, and began to introduce Fu Xiaojian again,

"And this one you all met yesterday, his name is Fu Xiaojian. ”

"I know, he helped me cut down the tree yesterday, and he's a nice guy. ”

And Fu Xiaojian is not interested in cutting trees at all now, he only cares about the chicken, only about hunting,

"You really shot the chicken?"

Pegatron was a little unhappy about others doubting his hunting skills.

"Why not, this is an ancestral ability, I can't use my skills in the army on weekdays, but it's my world in this wood. ”

Looking at the other party's self-confident appearance, Fu Xiaojian knew in his heart that he was a person with real skills, if he could learn his skills, then not only would he not have to worry about eating and drinking in the future, but he would not even have any problems marrying a beautiful daughter-in-law.