Fifty years after the death of Wang Er, the miasma on the tent mountain somehow slowly dissipated, and the tent mountain was also changed to Daxian Mountain by the villagers, which means that the miasma has dispersed, and the mountain can be seen. Pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info With the dissipation of the miasma, the people in the village have one more job: to go into the mountains to hunt during the slack time.

At the autumn equinox, early in the morning, Wang Miao stuffed some straw into his sackcloth, tightened the hemp rope around his waist, pinned the firewood knife to his waist, carried the quiver, put the wooden bow on his back, opened the door, and prepared to enter the mountain. And when he did not speak in the house, he heard a sigh.

Wang Miao stepped out of the door, from the outside, Wang Miao's family was very poor, the house had not been repaired for a long time, the roof only had a few tiles, most of them were paved with straw, and then a layer of wet soil was laid on the straw, barely able to block the wind and rain. Then why do you say that Wang Miao went out to hunt when he was busy, this matter has to start from the beginning.

Wang Miao's father, when he took Wang Miao and his mother all the way to Wang Zhai, that year Wang Miao was less than a month, his father also tried his best to find food for his mother to eat, if his mother was not full, hungry but two people, fortunately the third floor of his house escaped here alive, but unfortunately, his mother was born on the road Wang Miao, the body is not good, and stumbling along the way, finally Wang Miao and his father in the help of the villagers to build up the earthen house, Wang Miao and his mother went, poor only left Wang Miao and his father, the people in the village look at you pitiful, It's okay to help you with some effort, but it's impossible to get them to give you the land, but fortunately, Wang Miao's father's hunting skills are not bad.

In this way, Wang Miao, who was a few months old, was put at the neighbor's house by his father every day, brought the little Wang Miao back at night, and gave a little bit of the prey to the neighbors when he left. Slowly, with his father's craftsmanship, his family does not worry about food and clothing, but it is not a way for a child to have a mother, so when Wang Miao was three years old, under the peace of the neighbor's aunt, his father renewed the strings for himself, that is, Wang Miao's current mother, and she has no name, everyone calls him the fourth aunt because she is four.

The fourth aunt is also good to Wang Miao, his father went out hunting, and the fourth aunt took care of Wang Miao at home. Gradually, Wang Miao is four years old, and there is no tuba, and the fourth aunt is not a way to see it, so she discussed with his father, saying that our child has to be named, and it can't be delayed any longer, but his father has never read a book, so he is so anxious that he scratches his head, and he can't think of a good name.

At that time, Wang Miao didn't remember, he only remembered that when he was a child, he went into the mountains to play with Daddy, and Daddy taught him a lot of hunting skills, but he was greedy for fun and didn't listen much, Daddy loved him very much, and he was reluctant to scold him, so he was going to do it. If you want to say how much his father loves him, there is one thing Wang Miao will definitely say.

When Wang Miao was seven years old, his father took him into the mountains to hunt, Wang Miao couldn't remember much, but he remembered that the mountains were very quiet that day, obviously it was daytime and the sun was shining, but Wang Miao still felt cold, and he didn't have the heart to play that day, so he only urged Daddy to hurry up and hit the prey to go home. After a while, his father seemed to sense something, sniffed in the air, and lay on the ground looking for something, when suddenly his father stood up, "It's over!" His father secretly snorted, his eyes were a little frightened, at this time, he heard not far ahead, there was a roaring sound, accompanied by the sound, five wolves came out of the forest, shriveled stomachs, grinning, fangs were clearly visible, gluttonous water dripped down the teeth to the ground, it looked like he was hungry for a long time, his father looked at the wolf, and then looked at Wang Miao, and drank to "run home!" Then he used the dagger to cut his left arm, and rushed to the wolves with the dagger in his right hand, the wolves saw him rushing over, and hurriedly dodged to both sides, Xiao Wang Miao turned his head and ran home, the wolves carried the smell of blood, only chased his father, and did not care about Xiao Wang Miao.

Xiao Wang Miao crawled back home, the fourth aunt saw his embarrassed appearance, and knew that something was wrong, but how to ask, Xiao Wang Miao just cried, and couldn't speak, and fainted after a while, the fourth aunt was anxious, and hurriedly went to gather the villagers, but the sky was already dark, and others were not willing to go into the mountains at night, if there was a good one, the family could not live, the fourth aunt had no choice but to go home first, put Xiao Wang Miao in the trauma, and sat on the side, drinking water and sighing, and didn't sleep all night......

It was noon the next day when Wang Miao found his father, the corpse was bitten and did not look like a man, a man who was originally one hundred and fifty pounds, only less than one catty was left, and the dagger did not know where to go, only a quiver was still beside him, the fourth aunt did not let Xiao Wang Miao look at his father's appearance, but he silently cleaned up the corpse, dug a pit not far from home and buried it, and built a mound of soil on the tomb, inserted a wooden plank, and regarded it as a tomb.

Half-sized, eat poor old man. What's more, it is a widow with a child, and life is really sad. The fourth aunt can only sew and mend in the east and the west, and barely get by, just like that, Wang Miao didn't know what it was like to be hungry when she was a child.

Wang Miao is six out of ten this year, the young man is very strong, seven feet tall, all over the body, the most valuable thing is the quiver that his father gave him, the bones made of bamboo, the clothes covered by animal skins, and the blood stains of his father. His father didn't leave him anything except the quiver, the bow was made by himself, the wood knife was sharpened by himself with the iron he picked, and the arrows were sharpened by himself in winter.

Wang Miao looked at the sky, the sky was already bright, the morning of the autumn equinox was a little cold, he couldn't care much, he had to hurry to Da Xian Mountain, hunt more prey for the winter, his family had no field, he could only rely on small animals to survive the winter, he no longer wanted to watch his mother hungry.