After several days of heavy rain, when the sun rose on the top of the east mountain, the villagers' gloomy faces showed simple smiles.

In the early morning, the mandarin duck vines and leaves in the courtyard fall with water droplets, and the cheerful chirping of partridge birds can be heard from the mountain rocks. Yan Yuguan came to Zhong's house early in the morning, she wore a pair of buns on her head, wore a short skirt and cloth pants, and was tidying up the bamboo basket in the yard.

"Liuniang, Zhen Aweng punished you again, he is really a stern grandfather."

Looks weird? Yuan Lingjun raised her hand in front of her eyes, and her palms were replaced with clean strips of cloth, wrapped very thickly, and she didn't find anything strange after looking at it for a while, she put the prepared dry food in the bamboo basket and locked the wooden door to come out.

After the baptism of heavy rain, the mountain trails are exceptionally cool and clean, and people's mood seems to be washed by the rain, happy and light.

There are lovers who reunite after a long absence, and they always have the ability to chatter, along the way, Yan Yuguan is talking about what he has seen in the town and his brother's newborn daughter, Zhong Cuiguan listens with a smile, his eyes are full of starry smiles, his eyes are surprisingly bright, making people intoxicated without sinking.

The two girls were led by the boy through the woods, and up a steep slope, stopping where wild herbs and herbs grew, and then going higher and farther. Yan Yuguan was lucky and found mountain eggplants, these beautiful fruits seem to have scheming like people, hidden in the dense thorns, quietly blooming their own beauty.

The purple-red fruit of a tree is crumbling, and there is a layer of eliminated fruit on the ground, and the color is bright like a gorgeous banquet. The purple-red fruit is ripe. Yuan Lingjun opened his apron to pick while eating, and in the poor countryside, mountain eggplant is a treasure to satisfy hunger.

It seems that when the rain stops, people have the vitality to continue to live, and the mountain eggplant was quickly picked by the young man, and Zhong Cuiguan gave his share to Yuan Lingjun.

At noon, the three of them each took out steamed biscuits and grains to feed their stomachs, rested for a while, and walked hurriedly.

In recent years, pests have become plagued, the crop harvest in the field is not optimistic, the grain stored in the warehouse is not much, in order to fill the food of the villagers, let the children of the family come out to dig wild vegetables, and then the growth rate of wild vegetables is also slowed down, the villagers can eat more and more scarce, in the long run, only rely on a few thin fields to survive the family must be hungry, in order to survive in the troubled times, the young and middle-aged people with strength go to the mountains to hunt, the harvest is not big, and they can also temporarily cope with the belly of the old and young.

Today, Zhong Cuiguan also came out with a bow. Zhong Cuiguan's hunting skills come from Daddy Zhong's father, Zhong's father was a famous hunter in Baboon Village, and his right leg was broken by a boulder rolling down from the top of the mountain when hunting, Zhong's father lay on the couch for several months, and then although he was able to walk, he couldn't go up the mountain road and couldn't walk the field, the action was very inconvenient, and the family had to be distracted to take care of it, the Zhong family, who was already poor, suddenly lost the pillars, and the situation became more and more difficult, and it was almost to the point of being hungry, the young Zhong Cuiguan was forced to grow up and take over the burden of his father's breadwinner. But he already has the responsibility of a big husband.

It was not without reason that the unmarried women of the village and neighboring villages admired him. The beloved in their minds does not need the ambition and ability to govern the country, as long as they have the strength and commitment, they are their heroes. What's more, Zhong Cuiguan looks good.

Yan Yuguan was very fond of this girl of the same age who suddenly came to the village, and told her everything, Yuan Lingjun listened silently, never answered, and if it was something he had not experienced, he stared at it, revealing childlike curiosity.

Yan Yuguan often secretly looked at Yuan Lingjun, compared with herself, Yuan Lingjun's appearance had not fully grown, but it was already pleasing enough to the eye, and the well-groomed beauties she had seen in the town were far inferior.

Yuan Lingjun, who came to Baboon Village for the first time, seemed to be a visitor from outside the world, with black hair and cloud sideburns, a round face white and tender, wearing a large-sleeved silk shirt, and the clogs under his feet knocked on the bluestone slab, clattering, even the most ordinary and simple outfits, but also with a different momentum from the village girl. Ever since she came to the Baboon Village, all the men, women, and children of the village have been talking in private: Behold, the children who live in the old house are not Mohora dolls, and they are even more beautiful than the sun god, and no one in the next village can compare to her fingers.

"You won't really be called Liuniang, right?" The girl finally asked the question she had been asking for a long time.

Yan Yuguan's appearance is similar to his mother Xiao, his skin is rough, his nose is a little collapsed, and his eyes are small and round, which is the most unobtrusive appearance.

"Your name is really Liuniang?" Yan Yuguan did not forgive. Yuan Lingjun finally raised his chin and nodded.

There are many children from poor families, and parents often call them Xingdi, Yan Yuguan also grew up in a family with many brothers and sisters, thinking of the marriage of the three sisters, Yan Yuguan is both happy and sad, whether she can marry Zhong Cuiguan is all about whether her parents' minds will change, according to the current situation, it is really difficult to say. Yan Yuguan's perennial smile showed a helpless look on his face.

The bitter farmer who cultivates knows that no more grain can grow in the field, the farmer is bitter, and the princes of the empire are also bitter, and to end the hungry era, the empire must be as strong and prosperous as possible.

When he was young, Yuan Lingjun and his father were farming in the suburbs of Lin'an, and they once heard the farmers singing the song, and they took the trouble to repeat the same song:

"The sun rises, and the sun rests.

Dig wells and drink, plough fields and eat.

What is Dili to me! ”

The song of the peaceful and prosperous times, and the songs of the troubled times are the aspirations of the common people.

There is an open cliff on the top of the mountain, Yuan Lingjun often stands on the cliff and overlooks, surrounded by rolling mountains, how can he not see the end, the village Yuan Lingjun who temporarily lives is even more ignorant, but there is always a fat man with a round face behind him, although it is not a tail

The mountain wind blew down, Yuan Lingjun closed his eyes, plucked a handful of mountain spring water from the bamboo joints to wash his hot and red face, and looked up, a round of red sun had fallen in the west.

The blanched wild vegetables were hung under the eaves in bamboo baskets, and Yuan Lingjun sat in front of the door and pounded the mountain eggplant. Yuan Lingjun is not one of her pampered half-sisters, but she is the one who will never be obedient and obedient, she is a newcomer, she refuses to do things without eating, and when she is hungry for a few days and can't stay up, she finally understands that the reason why her father let her come here is not just as simple as taking refuge, this kind of place will only be rewarded if she works, and she must do something to survive, at least for the time being, she can't starve herself to death.

The mountain eggplant is ground into purple-red juice, and enough fruit is picked to make half of it into pulp, and the other half can be made into fruit wine for storage. Yuan Ling has three sisters, two sisters, are very promising, Yuan Ling is more maverick, she does not study, lazy to practice martial arts, deviant, not into the world, the masters can not discipline and restrain her, Yuan Lingjun often skips school to go out with an elderly winemaker to learn winemaking, now her mellow winemaking skills can be said to be rare in the Southern Dynasty.