This is a small village of about 200 people in Nanjun, the village is called a stone village, the village people are simple, there is no dispute with the world, and they have lived a peaceful life for generations. Although everyone's conditions are difficult, and the hard harvest of a year is often just a life of half-full and coarse clothes, they are optimistic by nature, and their lives are also enjoyable.www.biquge.info

Zhao Jiakang is not an orphan, he is like other children in the village, with his parents by his side. The father loved to drink, and when he got drunk, he beat people, beat his wife, and beat his son. His wife usually didn't make a sound, and did things quietly, planting crops, chopping wood, weaving clothes, and doing all the housework. When he had nothing to do, he sat on a wooden stool made of stakes at the door in a daze, and seemed to have countless things on his mind. And whenever his husband beat her, the screams were louder than the killing of pigs, and they echoed endlessly in this small village. At this time, the people in the village will sneak over to see the excitement if they have nothing to do, and those who have something to do will also put down what they are doing and trot over to take a look. Zhao Jiakang's father saw that the more people in the village were watching, the more excited he became, and the more he fought in his hands. My mother was beaten so loudly that she floated like a butterfly around her broken yard, until my father was tired of fighting, and the drama ended.

Finally one day, Zhao Jiakang's father got drunk again, and beat his mother all over the yard, and suddenly his mother ran out of the yard and ran out towards the entrance of the village.

Zhao Jiakang's father has also become silent since then, although he still drinks, he still wants to get drunk, but he has never beaten Zhao Jiakang again, but he sits on the stake stool at the door in a daze every day like his original mother. Zhao Jiakang's mother originally did the work that he took over after that, when he was only seven years old, which was the age when he was just beginning to be sensible.

Such days lasted for nearly a year, and one day Zhao Jiakang's father was sitting in front of the door in a daze, and suddenly shouted: "I've had enough!" He stooped down and picked up a wood-chopping axe on his left hand side, and strode towards the entrance of the village. At that time, Zhao Jiakang was counting flies in the house, and suddenly heard his father's shouting and was startled, and before he could react, he saw his father leave, crying and running to chase, but he couldn't catch up with his father, so he could only watch dryly as his father's figure gradually became smaller and smaller, and finally he stumbled and fell to the ground, and when he struggled to get up and looked up, his father's figure was gone.

Since then, Zhao Jiakang has only one person to take care of himself, the neighbors pity him, this one gives him a mouthful of food, the other one gives him a piece of cloth, and he is hungry and hungry, but his life is improvised. Zhao Jiakang often missed his parents at the beginning, and he was so uncomfortable that he hid in the bed and cried secretly. With the inexorable passage of time, the sadness is finally buried in the deepest place, tightly covered, and no longer easily opened and touched.

When Zhao Jiakang was ten years old, he made a bow out of wood and rattan, sharpened some arrows from bamboo, carried them on his back, and went hunting to the south of the village. At first, I often came back empty-handed, at most I scooped up one or two birds' eggs, picked some fruits, and often brought some injuries. Once, in order to chase a pheasant, he accidentally rolled off a cliff and fell and was seriously injured. By the time he crawled back to the entrance of the village, it was already the morning of the third day, and the villagers found him and rescued him home, and his little friends Xiaoya and Goudan took turns to take care of him, and after a month and a half, his body gradually recovered. didn't wait for his body to fully recover, Zhao Jiakang put on his bow again, brought arrows, Xiaoya came to persuade him, he replied with a smile: "Xiaoya, I have to work hard, if I don't save a little more money sooner, how can I give your family a gift to marry you in the future?" Your mother told everyone a long time ago that if she wants to marry you, she needs at least one cow and two pieces of cloth as a gift. The little girl's face was flushed, and she raised her little fist to beat him on the head, calling him nonsense. Zhao Jiakang laughed, turned around and flashed, and strode into the mountains. Although Zhao Jiakang is young, because his parents left him early, he already knows the world at a young age, and a child like him who is no different from an orphan, behind the seemingly kind and compassionate faces of the people in the village, there is intentional or unintentional contempt. Unless he can get ahead, according to the current situation of his family, who is willing to have a relationship with him?

A few years have passed, Zhao Jiakang has grown taller, and his hunting skills have become more and more proficient, and every time he enters the deep mountains, he will not return empty-handed. When the harvest is good, badgers, foxes, and wild boars will be hunted. When he was twelve years old, he dragged a boar of more than 100 pounds and nearly 200 catties back to the village, the whole village was in an uproar, this is a real adult boar, with long, sharp and curved fangs, sticking out of the bloody mouth, if it is pierced, it will be two big holes casually. The village chief touched the rough skin of the boar, and his mouth was full of sighs, to know that it is not easy for an adult hunter to hunt such a big boar, and it is not an easy thing for a child who is just twelve years old to be able to hunt such a big boar and drag it back to the village, which requires a lot of wrist strength, it is simply a miracle!

Since then, Zhao Jiakang's image in the eyes of the villagers has changed greatly, although he still despises him for not having a father and no mother, his attitude towards him is much more polite from the heart. The big bull who usually likes to bully him, and Ah Silly doesn't dare to make excuses to embarrass him anymore, although he still doesn't argue or quarrel as before.

This day is destined to break the peaceful life of this small village that has been indifferent for generations. Zhao Jiakang was slightly tired because of doing half a day of farm work, Xiaoya called her mother back to mow the grass, and the dog also called his grandmother to herd the cow, no one played, so he bit a grass stem and played a swing on the tree.

Suddenly, there was a ** sound in the distance at the entrance of the village, Zhao Jiakang felt strange, jumped down from the tree and rushed to the entrance of the village, and saw Uncle Zhang, who looked panicked, helping the bloodstained Uncle Song Fan to walk towards the village step by step.

Zhao Jiakang greeted him, helped to help Uncle Song Fan, and asked in surprise: "Uncle Zhang, what's going on, how could Uncle Song Fan be injured like this?" ”

Uncle Zhang sighed: "I went out of the mountain with your Uncle Song Fan to chop wood, but who knew that a white wolf came out of the woods and bit a piece of your Uncle Song Fan's buttocks." Before I could react, the scourge bit Song Fan's shoulder with another mouthful of teeth, flipped him to the ground, and dragged him back vigorously. I couldn't see it, I happened to be holding a flat pole in my hand, and I was always flustered and panicked for a while, and I hit him to death as soon as I tried my best. Good guy, the righteous flat shoulder hit the top of the white wolf's head, Niangniang's blessing, I did my best this time, I was going to miss, and it was really terrible to hit Song Fan. The white wolf ate the flat burden, but he let go, bared his teeth, and whined, and stared at me with a pair of eyes. My mother, I have exhausted my strength to feed, and this white wolf is not the same thing, which really scares me. Fortunately, although your Uncle Song Fan was seriously injured, he was still conscious, picked up the fallen woodcutter, threw it at the white wolf with a flick of his hand, turned over and dragged me away. The two of us fled in a panic for a while, and found that the white wolf did not chase after him, so he rested for a while, and after I bandaged your Uncle Song Fan hastily, I didn't dare to stay longer, so I helped him slowly rush back to the village. ”

Zhao Zhao Jiakang took a closer look, and sure enough, he saw a bright red blood on Uncle Song's buttocks and left shoulder, although it had been bandaged with a turban, the blood was still slowly seeping out. Uncle Song Fan kept making a ** sound in his mouth, and his face was frighteningly pale, obviously because of excessive blood loss.

At this time, the people in the village also gathered around one after another, and they talked a lot. A few people brought two long logs and a thick cloth towel, and asked Song Fan to lie on his stomach, one in front and one behind, and carried him back to his own house. Song Fan's family was in a hurry, and someone shouted: "Fat doctor, find fat doctor!" Before he could stop talking, a voice replied to him: "Fat doctor is already here, make way of a way, give way quickly!" ”

The fat doctor paced over for a long time, stretched out the middle finger and thumb of his right hand, gently caught the pulse of Song Fan's right hand, squinted his eyes, and his lips squirmed slightly. Everyone held their breath and did not dare to speak, for fear of scratching him.

The fat doctor is actually not fat at all, everyone used to call him a cow. In this kind of poor and remote country, with mountains in front of the village and mountains behind the village, the crops grown in the reluctantly opened yellow sand and gravel fields are not easy to maintain a hungry stomach all year round. The origin of the name of this "fat doctor" is because he once had a strange disease, one day his stomach swelled up like a ball, just like the belly of a woman who was pregnant in October. After a long time, everyone began to call him Fat Cow. After three years, he couldn't do anything, he put on a straw hat, put on a wooden stick, walked to the mountains with a big belly, turned around at the entrance of the village, and said to the villagers who came to see him off: "I want to go to find a teacher to learn art, in order to help thousands of poor people like me, if you don't succeed, you will become benevolent!" After speaking, without waiting for the stunned villagers to reply, they disappeared into the layers of mountains. I don't know the time in the village, and suddenly one day when the scorching sun is in the sky, a villager trotted back all the way and shouted: "The fat cow is back!" "The fat cow really came back, and his belly was no longer fat, and he was not seen by everyone. The fat cow was in the middle of the village with high spirits, and announced loudly: "I have worshiped the master, and now I have become a high apprentice, whether you are sick or not, you can come to the consultation, and the consultation fee is one copper per person each time!" If you come to see a doctor on my birthday, you can get a 20% discount! The people of the village were skeptical, but since a few people who went to eat crabs were cured by him, gradually everyone went to him when they got sick, and all of them did not work, so everyone respected him and called him "Fat Doctor", and no one called him "Ah Niu" or "Fat Cow" anymore.

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