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Mountains and rocks loom, and an inconspicuous small basin among the mountains actually showed the eaves.

On the potholed loess road, there are strong men in front and back, some carrying baskets, some carrying hoes and sickles.

The plan of the year lies in the spring, and the plan of the day lies in the morning. The people gathered here are all dependent on farming to survive, they are racing against time, the genius is about to set off, and when they reach the ground, the sky is just right, in order to harvest the land earlier, hoping for a better harvest in the coming year.

The women, who were waiting for their husbands to come home, were even busier, and they were so happy that they carefully prepared the food that was not rich, but simple.

Wan'an Village, a mountain ravine in the poor countryside, has no so-called Diao people, and it is not a barren land. The old, weak, women and children, young and strong men, all used their hard work to live and work in peace and contentment.

Whether you have a child or a child, you are full of joy here. If a girl is born, he will cry out with joy: "Our family has given birth to a laundry and cook"; The boy was also happy, and called: "Our family gave birth to a cowherd." ”

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On the tenth watch of the day, the wind is positive and the sun is warm, and a shadow is pulled out under the eaves of the earthen tile house, and the shadow is slightly hinting, and there is a spherical shadow swaying somewhere, very restless.

"Xiaolin, hurry up and eat, Gan Jun is waiting for you to herd the cattle?" The sound of a woman urging could be heard inside the house.

"Oh!" I saw a boy about seven or eight years old sitting under a wooden door, with one foot on the ground and the other foot on the threshold as high as his chest. The small hand on his chest holds a small iron fist, which is placed on the knee in front of his chest.

The child's name is Gao Lin, his small face is slightly dark, his hair is short, his eyelids are conspicuous and his eyes are blinking, and his little face is full of energy. Wearing a purple long-sleeved cotton shirt with a bear pattern on the chest, the bear pattern is slightly dull, and the bear eyes that were originally made of two black buttons were lost by him at some point and turned into a one-eyed bear.

This little cotton coat is really rare, but his father rode a horse to a remote town for five days, and exchanged a few pieces of good cloth for the animal skins that he had been hunting for half a year. After the ingenious mother Half Moon worked all night to sew the cotton clothes for the whole family, and specially embroidered a bear pattern for him, most of the half month's hard work was spent on it.

As last year's New Year's clothes, Gao Lin likes it, and he is reluctant to take it off when he wears it, and he has to wear it to herd cattle, even if it is a hot summer, his mother said that he doesn't know how to cherish it.

Although his father is not a specialized hunter, he is also a well-known sharpshooter in the village, and there are a lot of animal skins for half a year, and there are two large baskets full of dead bundles. In addition, my mother skillfully sewed the rabbit hair left over from the hunting beast into the clothes, which could not be done without a slightly better needlework.

Most of the children in the village have been sewing and mending for three years, and even the children who are a little more miserable have not worn a new dress until they are fifteen or sixteen years old. If he doesn't know how to cherish it like this, those children don't have time to rise to envy when they see it, and they feel distressed directly.

As for the little iron fist, it is not unusual, because he always eats unruly, he always breaks the porcelain bowl, and the father of Ganjun next door happens to be an old blacksmith, so his father specially asked him to play a little iron fist.

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At this time, Gao Lin was very unruly, holding a simple and yellowed wooden knife in his other hand, waving it twice from time to time, striking the ground, very proud, completely forgetting that there was a small half bowl of food left in his other hand.

"Ganjun, let's go to the mountains to burn wheat and eat today."

"Well, I'll bring my little stove with me." Gan Jun was sitting on the large grinding plate under the stone water tank against the wall, his neck crooked, and Erlang's legs crossed.

This child named Ganjun has a yellow face, thin muscles, thin and tall, and looks a little malnourished, but fortunately, his black eyes are shining, and he knows that he is a shrewd little guy at a glance. Gao, the two families are connected, they have played together since childhood, and they are tired of being together almost every day.

"Oops! Don't take your little stove, I cried yesterday for the sake of the fire. ”

Gan Jun laughed and said, "Then you don't say to take a small stove, what kind of fire." ”

Speaking of this, the two children smiled innocently, as if they remembered the appearance of yesterday's black charcoal paste and tears all over the fire.

Gan Jun's father was an iron striker, and he often helped the villagers to make some household iron tools such as hoes and sickles. Although he didn't make a lot of money by striking iron, farming was still indispensable, but he also earned a good name in the village.

This small stove is only one person in the whole village, and in this regard, it makes all the children in the village full of envy.

"As the old saying goes, men eat like tigers, and women eat like a lot; You eat slowly, and you grow while eating, and you make it all over the ground, and when you grow up, the girl in the family is willing to marry you. A middle-aged woman with a loving face walked out of the house, pointed to the rice grains on the ground and reprimanded Gao Lin.

She wore her hair, ponytail-like, a large hairpin in her braid, and a light blue coat, and she looked plump and vigorous. The skin is wheat-colored, less youthful and beautiful, but more gentle and sweet, authentic peasant beauty.

As soon as Gao Lin heard his mother's nagging, he hurriedly pulled the rice in the bowl into his mouth, and the plug that couldn't be stuffed was full, and his mouth was full, looking at him like that, he seemed to be really afraid that he wouldn't be able to get his wife when he grew up, so he quickly trotted to put the small iron bowl on the dining table in the house.

Seeing this, the woman looked loving, smiled and scolded: "I'm in a hurry now, eat slowly, be careful of choking, this broken child."

The boy hurriedly ran to the cattle pen with a big wooden knife, and asked as he ran, "Where are we going to put the horses today?"

"Go to Roundhorn Mountain, which was burned by wildfire last year, and now it's all young grass." Gan Jun, who was sitting on the big grinding plate, replied.

A while......

The road of Roundhorn Mountain is steep, the mountains and rocks are ugly, Gao Lin's skill of riding a bull is amazing, he actually rides on the back of an old cow with a broken horn, holds a big wooden knife, and from time to time uses a big wooden knife to pat the round buttocks of the cow, the old cow is unmoved, still slowly climbing the dangerous road, and is followed by Gan Jun riding a horse, driving a scalper, talking:

"Gao Lin, your big wooden knife will play with me for a while."

"No, I still use a knife to drive cattle? Didn't your dad strike iron? Tell him to give you a real big iron knife. ”

"Why are you so stingy, alas! You've been hugging it for five years, won't you get tired of it? ”

"When my grandfather died, my father found it under his bed, I was only three years old at the time, and I was often sick, and I have never been sick since my father gave me this big wooden knife as a toy. I didn't even have a cold or fever, my mother often said that my grandfather blessed me in heaven, and this big knife was often carried on me, even if I ate and slept. ”

"I'll play with you when it's time for Fillet Mountain."

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Along the way, Gan Jun's eyes kept staring at the big wooden knife.

"Wildfires can't be burned, but the spring breeze blows and grows again." It's about this rounded mountain, which is green all over the mountain, and the mountains in the distance are rolling and turning green. Looking closely, the grass on the hillside is also quietly burrowing out of the ground, they are tender and green, and the vitality seems to be more vigorous than in previous years. The fat little leaves are like fat dolls who have just woken up. This patch, that cluster, dotted the steep slopes. The blackened trees on the hillside are quietly pulling out new branches and growing young leaves like grass.

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At the top of the hill, two children were busy around a small fire, and Gan Jun was spinning in the fire with a handful of ears of wheat in his hand; Gao Lin held the burnt wheat head with both hands and rubbed it twice, lowered his head and blew it twice with his black mouth, and Gan Jun took the freshly burned wheat ear and said angrily:

"Gao Lin, you don't burn yourself, I have eaten all the burns for you, you, don't just worry about eating, it's your turn to see the cow."

Gao Lin raised his hand and wiped his mouth, this wipe, not only wiped the only white back of the little hand blackened, but also wiped a long black line on the face, Gao Lin at this time, quite a little black cat.

Gao Lin smiled awkwardly, scratched his head, and said flatteringly: "I can't control the heat well, and the wheat is eaten by the fire before it is my turn to eat." ”

"Well, I'll go back after eating this handful of wheat." Gao Lin licked the corner of his mouth and pursed the charred charcoal paste left by the roasted wheat on his lips, and looked at the freshly burned wheat in Ganjun's hand with bad intentions, but he was not too embarrassed to reach out to take it again.

"Take it, little brute." Gan Jun seemed to be really annoyed, and even called out Gao Lin's bad name.

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Yuanjiao Mountain is connected by five sitting mountains, a big mountain stands in the middle, and there are two small hills on each side, which resembles a big Buddha sitting cross-legged. Two children are on the right hand side of the Buddha.

After Gao Lin finished eating the wheat, he walked between the two small mountains in a hurry, and muttered: "Dead dry, if you eat a few wheat from you, you will call me a bad name, and the big wooden knife will not be played with by you." ”

Gao Lin stopped while talking, looked left and right, and suddenly frowned.

I just saw him stretch out his left hand, a pair of big black eyes staring at his left palm, opened his mouth and spit saliva into the palm of his hand, muttering in his mouth: "Spit, spit, where is my cow."

His right hand was clenched, only the ring finger was left straight to the saliva, the ring finger hit the saliva, the saliva splashed everywhere, and Gao Lin's eyes looked in the direction where the saliva splashed the most.

This method of finding cattle was naturally taught to him by Gan Jun. Gan Jun often said that when he couldn't find a cow, he used this method to find a cow, but he tried and failed, even so, he still believed that Gan Jun was very good, as long as he couldn't find a cow, he would use this method.

"Bah! How can it be so smart this time. Gao Lin scratched his head, quite incredulous, only to see him standing on a big rock, covering his eyebrows with his palms, looking into the distance, there were two cows flicking their tails and swatting buzzing flies, burying their heads in grazing, and looking at it again to confirm whether it was his own eyes.

"Huh! There are people underneath the small rock cliff. He was surprised to find that there was a big stone sticking out of the mountain not far from the cow, and there were faint people under the big stone.

Hurriedly walked along a rugged and narrow path in the mountains, getting closer and closer. He could see two figures, one black and one white.

At the bottom of the cliff sat two old men, one in a black robe, and the other in the opposite, a white robe.

Gao Lin stood next to a green tree on the edge of the stone cliff, holding the branch with one hand, raising his eyebrows, looking at the two old men blankly, and thinking to himself: "This... What kind of person is it, how can he dress like this, there is no such old man in Wan'an Village? ”

The first impression of the two old people is that they are old, their faces are wrinkled, and they look extremely old.

However, they are all sturdy, with straight waists, and their bodies are completely different from what is shown on their faces. It doesn't look like a hunched old man in a peasant house at all, but it is extremely coordinated, and it is not dignified.

What's even more strange is that the old man in the white robe is not only white, but also his hair, eyebrows, and beard are white, and they are white and translucent, with luster, not stained with half dust, and holy, as if it were a body of light. Just take a look, Gao Lin felt extremely warm in his heart, and the old man in the black robe was also black, darker than the night.

The old man in the white robe has an affinity, while the old man in the black robe makes people feel a little depressed and uneasy when they look at it.

Gao Linwu's big eyes turned, and when he saw that the old man in the white robe was kind and kind, he slowly moved towards the old man in the white robe.

The heart is both scared and curious, there is no way, children's curiosity is actually the biggest in the world, especially once they are interested in anything, the fear will slowly dissipate.

With his uncontrollable curiosity, he approached the two old men.

"Grandpa, you...... Are you playing chess?" Gao Lin stood behind the white-robed old man for a while, and saw that the two old men were playing chess by themselves as if there was no one next to them, and then he asked such a sentence.

The white-robed old man turned his head, glanced at him, and then turned back to continue playing chess without making a sound.

Gao Lin was a little sluggish at this time, it seemed that the two old men didn't take him seriously at all, and their original fears were completely gone. He got up even more unscrupulously, moved a stone and sat down, holding his chin in one hand and a large wooden knife in the other, looking at the chessboard on the stone table.

He jerked, his eyes lit up, and he thought, "Huh! Isn't this the old gentleman in the village who taught me backgammon? ”

Seeing that he would too, he became proud, pursed his lips, and thought disdainfully: "Hmph! If there's anything great, I'll go down too, and ignore me. ”

The white-robed old man was under the white zi, and he happened to see four connected baizi on the chessboard.

"Ahh Listen to Gao Lin's exclamation.

"Grandpa Bai, you won." He didn't understand the truth of watching chess and not saying a true gentleman, the old man in the black robe raised his head to look at him, and he was a little frightened when he saw it, so he played a sunspot again.

Gao Lin tilted his head, pouted, and muttered unconvinced: "The winner or loser has been decided, still leaving?"

At this time, the old man in the white robe was silent and laid down a white son, and unexpectedly the five sons were not connected.

"If you go here, you'll win." Gao Lin was furious, stretched out his little hand and grabbed the white son that the white-robed old man had just gotten off, and yelled at the white-robed old man with an angry face.

Because of eating siu mai, when I grabbed it, the whole white seed was a little black. The two old men looked at him in unison, and saw the gaze of the two old men.

"This, old man, are you going to go through the next game?" Gao Lin blinked his eyes, looked at the black charcoal paste on the white seed, and said with an embarrassed expression.

The two old men remained silent.

He panicked in his heart, and his two big eyes rolled in a panic, thinking that it was the best plan to escape quickly.

At this moment, he saw the white-robed old man stretching out his hand, holding a bead with a green body and shining brilliance in his hand and handing it to him, his eyes were full of love, and he didn't care about Gao Lin's small movements at all, but said with a gentle face: "Grandpa gave you candy to eat."

Seeing such a good-looking bead, where did he still have the intention of escaping, Gao Lin swallowed his saliva and unceremoniously took it in his hand, thinking to himself, "Such a beautiful candy must be delicious." He stuffed it into his mouth, for fear that the old man would regret it and wanted to go back.

After eating the sugar, Gao Lin only felt warm and comfortable all over his body, as if he was in the warmest sky in the world.

But I felt so sleepy, I yawned, and my eyelids were fighting, so I couldn't bear the sleepiness, so I simply walked to a corner and lay down.

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A faint voice came from within the void: "This, this, wooden knife, this, this can't ......"