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The night breeze swept by, and the tall and majestic trees, the lush leaves rubbed against each other, as if they wanted to kill the hot heat. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 The faint sound of info not only did not bring any noise to the noisy mountain village for a day, but reflected the quiet atmosphere of the mountain village.

On the big stones on both sides of the dirt road at the entrance of the village, the mountain people who have worked hard all day gather together, three by three, two, three, two, wooden benches, a ventilated banana fan, and a crude sand pot filled with mountain springs, enjoying the last ray of coolness during the day, which is the happy life of the mountain people.

The old man with drooping sideburns sits on the ground, and the children in the horn are all over the ground, no matter the adults and children, whether they are fat, thin, handsome or ugly, in short, they can always find what they are interested in in this night.

This is a small village shrouded in mountains, the scale is not large, and there are hundreds of households. The people of the village are all ancestors who live here, and they are related to each other, and they don't look up and look down on weekdays, so they are a little less restrained and a little more casual when they speak.

I don't know how many small mountain villages like this are between these mountains, and very few people in the mountain villages can actually go out of this mountain and see the fabled town with their own eyes.

All they know is that at the end of the distant mountain range, there is the vast and infinite plain, on which stands a mighty kingdom and an enviable civilization.

The people there have a rich life, they have fertile soil, they don't have to look at the face of God, they don't have to go hungry and live on hunting. What's more, the people there have the protection of the kingdom and do not have to endure the exploitation of waves of locust-like bandits.

In their leisure time, the villagers all imagine the legendary kingdom in the slow or long tones of the elders in the village, and trace slowly in the kingdom in their hearts.

But think about it, if you really put it into action, few people have the courage to do so. The only newborn calf who is not afraid of tigers will also experience the cruelty of reality and the hardships of the world in the slap prints of their parents.

The vast and infinite mountains, the fierce beasts, the roaring bandits, and the endless villages make this civilization a system of its own. In the same way, it has also made this place isolated from the world, and countless people have died on the way to the kingdom.

Every young man who went out did not come back, whether it was a success or a failure.

succeeded, recalling the hardships along the way, and then experiencing the life of the kingdom, but the heart was powerless; Those who fail, needless to say, will be buried in this mountain forest forever.

Year after year, it is said that if you want to cross the vast Qilian Mountain, only one kind of person is possible, and this kind of person is called a warrior!

The villagers didn't know how vast the sky of the warriors was, but the kings with inhuman power in the cottage gave them a perfect interpretation. Although this may only be a corner of the martial arts world, it does not prevent them from yearning for the title of martial artist.

Hope that the son will become a dragon, and the daughter will become a phoenix, and the world will be common. Here, however, people are no exception, and the only thing people expect is for their children to become warriors. It's a pity that this little wish is still so far away in this world, and if there is no accident, it can only be an extravagant hope.

Just look at the majestic cottage, among the ferocious bandits, the proportion of warriors is only one out of a hundred, or even one out of a thousand, you can see that there is a trench between warriors and mortals.

At this time, in the cool of this night, the theme is still inseparable from the word warrior. As usual, as usual, when the old man in the village began to tell about his wonderful adventures, a crowd of half-grown children began to gather around as the word warrior appeared frequently.

Just when this group of children blinked their crystal eyes and devoted all their attention to the earth-shattering deeds of their ancestors, it was the same village entrance, the same cool place, but few people cared about a few people on a rock that was a few feet high and a few feet wide like an enlarged egg, a ragged boy of eleven or twelve, lying on his back, holding his stomach with one hand, and superimposing the other hand on it and constantly rubbing, his eyes were bright, looking fixedly at the endless starry sky.

If you look closely, through the faint moonlight, you can see that the young man's simple expression is full of distress, and it seems that there are some unresolved important matters that have not been resolved.

At this age, in this mountain village, in such a closed place of civilization, the appearance of such a look is undoubtedly strange. It seems that this should not be the look that this kind of teenager should have, it seems that they should follow the law of sunset, sunrise, hunger and fullness, and optimism in the mountain village.

"I'm so hungry, I ate a bowl and a half of brown rice tonight, and my father's expression became more and more ugly, but his stomach was even more unbearable than yesterday."

The breeze rolled, the boy's murmur sounded faintly, and one of his hands rubbing his abdomen slipped off naturally, touching the rock with a slight crashing sound, and then, five fingers buckled, and a touch of fluffy soil fell into his grasp.

The boy grabbed the dirt with one hand, and with the other he slammed the ground, and he shifted from lying flat to sitting on his side. Looking at the black soil in his hand by the slippery moonlight, the young man's eyes were full of hesitation, and he muttered, "I often hear that there is a soil name Guanyin, and you can eat it to your heart's content, I don't know if the soil in front of me has this effect!" ”

"If I can't get enough food, I'm afraid I'll have to think about it under hunger!"

Thinking about it, the hesitation in the young man's eyes turned into distress, and the soil in his hand fell off unnaturally. He had only been experiencing hunger for three or five days, but his fear of this non-mainstream food had obviously prevailed, and he made a choice easily.

I just don't know what his choice will be if it takes a few more days.

As the saying goes, "half the size eats the poor old man", this is what is said to be the children who are growing up who do not work and do not have a family and have the ability to support themselves.

Hu San is a native of the family, although because of the large number of children in the family, the family can not control the reason, since he was a child in the mud to crawl and roll, has some opinions in his heart, but after all, he is limited to the local environment, originally unable to get out of the level of the mountain people here, perhaps the final achievement can only become a storyteller in the village.

It's just that the heavens seem to have played a huge joke on him.

I don't know a few days ago, maybe three days, maybe five days, maybe seven days, in short, since he fainted from bathing in the deep pool next to the end of the dirt road into the village, Hu San, who woke up again, became a pot-bellied man, and it seemed that he couldn't eat enough.

When Hu San woke up, he found that he was lying flat at the bottom of the deep pool, with cold rocks under him, and the originally cold and biting water of the pool disappeared in an instant, leaving only the craggy rocks at the bottom of the pool leaking under the hot sun, and at the same time, there were patches of semi-dry deep pool mandarin fish.

Hu San, who woke up, only felt a huge hunger rush towards him, and this hunger was so strong that Hu San couldn't wait to stuff his fingers into his mouth in a panic.

This is not at all something that an eleven or twelve-year-old boy can resist, so, under the witness of the scorching sun, all the half-cooked fish in this deep pool entered Hu San's stomach.

After a full meal, the hunger in Hu San's heart finally slowly dissipated. Thanks to the legendary mythological stories heard by the big stone at the entrance of the village, Hu San was afraid, but couldn't help but feel a little excited, and carefully checked himself, only to find that he was still the child from the mountain village who couldn't lift his hands or shoulders.

In addition to being disappointed, Hu San, who gradually looked at all this, couldn't have imagined that the nightmare came.

Although he was full this time, when he went home for lunch and dinner, he sadly found that his stomach, which was enough for a bowl of dry rice, seemed to have become a bottomless pit.

Under the strange eyes of the old father, Hu San, who ate two bowls of dry rice and didn't notice it, could only endure the burning hunger, put down the dishes and chopsticks with interest, without him, there was not much food.

Hu San is the third in the family, with two older brothers, a younger brother, and a younger sister. The eldest brother Hu Da is fifteen years old this year, and he has already said a family business, but because he has not yet married, he has not separated from the family, although he has the power to make a living, but it is also the time to eat.

The second brother Hu Er is thirteen years old, and he is the same as Hu San, but he can eat, and he can't do anything else. As for a younger brother and a younger sister, they are only six or seven years old, and although they don't eat much, they can be regarded as a ration.

The income of the mountain village is meager, if you don't count the scourge of the mountain kings, then hunting plus picking herbs, and planting some miscellaneous grains, in the end, Hu San's family can barely mix food and clothing, of course, this has a premise, that is, time goes by before Hu San's food becomes larger.

According to Hu San's estimates, his family's food reserves in a month are estimated to be not enough for him to eat for a day, so he can only do everything hastily at every meal, not to mention that he is full, and even filling his hunger is a luxury.

In fact, this is not Hu San's high consciousness, the young man in the mountain village, where did these Xu Enlightenment come from, a little worry will also disappear under the fire of hunger, what Hu San is afraid of is just the calloused slap of Daddy Hu.

Instead of eating a meal and being beaten, still hungry, and enjoying two kinds of suffering at the same time, it is better to eat less, and suffer less flesh and skin, this is Hu San's choice.

A few days passed, and Hu San, who was hungry at almost every meal, began to waver in his heart, although hunger did not make him lose his mind, but it also destroyed the awe in the young man's heart for the order established by his father's slap.

It's just that under the balance between the two, the young man still hesitates in his heart, so the young man at this time lies high on the rock, counting the stars to pass the hungry time, and thinking about the way to eat.

"Third brother, third brother?"

Just as Hu San was thinking wildly, a black shadow quickly turned over at the other end of the big stone, and if you look closely, you will find that there seems to be a large basin next to the black shadow.

"Is it Huzi?"

Hu San was stunned, his eyes immediately skipped the black shadow and turned to the big basin, his eyes radiated the essence of the Dao, and under the moonlight, it was reflected in a thick green, looking like a hungry wolf in the mountains.

However, the black shadow didn't seem to notice this, and reluctantly stood up, holding the big basin with great effort, and staggered towards Hu San. Judging from its slightly trembling body, it seems that it is not very comfortable with this large stone.

"Third brother, give!"

The dark shadow approached, and in the faint moonlight, a slightly chubby little boy was revealed.

After seeing Hu San who was sitting upright, the little kid finally felt a lot more relieved, put the big basin in his hand at Hu San's feet with his hands and feet, and sat down on the ground panting.

Ignoring the little friend next to him, Hu San took out a large basin, took out a wooden spoon from it and began to dig brown rice into his mouth, and after a while, this large pot of rice completely entered Hu San's stomach, making the little fat man who saw this scene for the first time have a pair of eyes that are round.

"Third brother, where did you eat this pot of rice?"

The little fat man glanced at Hu San's stomach suspiciously, and couldn't help but reach out and wipe his eyes.

"Whew!"

Let out a long sigh of comfort, Hu San ignored the little fat man's teasing, and after enjoying the beauty of being away from hunger for a while, he directly threw the basin aside and waved his hand at the little fat man.

The little fat man immediately leaned his head in understanding, and after the two of them muttered, he carried a huge basin, slid down the boulder, and slid into the mountain village by night.

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