Time passed quickly, the snow stopped for two days, but the sky still refused to clear, and the light gray clouds hid the sunlight, making the temperature feel much colder than in the days when it snowed.

The snow on the ground gradually melted away, and the roads became muddy. In the early morning, the frozen ground is heavier, and there are not many people outdoors during the day, so most of the adults gather around the house to chat, and the children take advantage of the charcoal fire in the stove to roast some dried sweet potatoes to eat.

The dried sweet potato chips in the countryside are mostly used to season with porridge, but children prefer to roast them over the fire and eat them. The fire-roasted dried sweet potatoes are crispy and sweet, and of course, there is also a small purpose for children, that is, roasted dried sweet potatoes are not only delicious but also fun.

Hold a long tongs with dried sweet potatoes on it and move slowly over the charcoal fire to ensure that the dried sweet potatoes are heated evenly. Watching the frozen and shriveled sweet potatoes slowly swell, steaming hot and sweet, until finally sent into the mouth to chew, this whole process can be regarded as the most interesting game when staying at home in winter. Occasionally, the children holding tongs to bake the dried sweet potatoes will be attacked by the old lady, but the square inch of the adobe brick and gray tile room is instantly full of joy.

That day, after Xing Feng returned from Mo Ye's house, he couldn't help but feel lonely in his heart. Fortunately, in the evening, Dad also came back safely, although the prey harvested was not heavy, but it was quite expensive, it was a white fox caught by setting a trap in the snow with an iron jam, so Dad did not walk much to carry the prey back in the snow.

The next day, my father went to the town to sell the fox skin, made some broken silver, made half a catty of wine, bought a salted chicken, and had a good meal with Xingfeng and his son.

It's just that today, the old man warmed the remaining two taels of wine, put it into a wine jug made of old gourds, put it on his waist, and then carried an iron spear, a bow on his shoulder, and went up the mountain again.

Seeing that the frozen ground on the ground was not soft and was still very slippery, Xing Feng couldn't help but persuade his father a few more words. Unexpectedly, the old man raised his foot at him, and said indifferently: "Are there any hunters in the world who are afraid of wrestling?" The boots on your father and my feet that are sewn with their own leather are not straw boots, take good care of the house. ”

Xingfeng had no choice but to go with him.

Squatting at the door of his house, he didn't know what the happiness of ordinary people looked like, so he didn't know where to envy it, he just felt bored.

I changed a few seats one after another, but I couldn't find a comfortable way, but this discomfort didn't come from physical exhaustion, to be exact, he was so idle that he felt itchy bones these days.

Thinking of his father's leather boots, Xing Feng couldn't help but think of when he guessed the snowman with Mo Ye two days ago, Mo Ye pointed to the snowman's feet and reasoned about it, and a hint of a smile slowly crept up to his lips. It's just that when he thought of the words of the gentleman standing behind the courtyard gate when he left Mo Ye's house that day, his heart couldn't help but darken.

When his tall figure stood beside Mo Ye, he was like a god guarding her. He had a cold sword in his hand, and yet he could do it for him with a warm tenderness, but he was not her father.

If this is really just the love of master and apprentice, the punishment wind will feel incredible. But if he had to find a reason to explain, Xing Feng repeated the words of the gentleman when he was parting two days ago in his heart, and he vaguely felt that Mo Ye and her family had many secrets, and maybe he should listen to that gentleman's admonition, keep his distance, and be good to everyone.

As soon as he thought of this, two scenes suddenly appeared in front of Xing Feng's eyes. The first was five years ago, when the pure white pigeon rested on the gentleman's shoulder, his expression changed slightly. The second is an indescribable aura exuded from his whole body two days ago, when the gentleman pushed the door and entered the courtyard with his sword and slashed the snow.

Xing Feng couldn't explain the feeling that the gentleman gave him in those two scenes, he just remembered it clearly, and he was afraid of that feeling.

And what you are afraid of is often remembered more firmly and clearly than what you like, even if it is just a feeling of being distangible.

Xing Feng remembered what his father had warned him, and this kind of doubt, he had asked the gentleman five years ago because of his lack of trouble. Recalling Mr. Lee's answer that day, he still doesn't fully understand it. But when he remembered Mo Ye's smiling face, Xing Feng felt in a trance that Mo Ye's family was just a little more secretive, and maybe they weren't really bad people.

Just as he was thinking about it, he seemed to hear someone calling out to him. Looking around, it was easy to find the courtyard wall of the house opposite, still the same place he had turned over two days ago, and found the face of a familiar person.

Mo Ye seemed to be standing on something, so his height was still a little insufficient. I saw that she had a long enough neck, and found that Xingfeng was also looking at her, so she hurriedly pulled her throat and raised her voice a little: "Xingfeng, hey—Xingfeng!" ”

Xing Feng couldn't help but be happy on his face, and couldn't help but stand up. But he soon remembered what the gentleman had said to him, and though he stood up, he did not run to the other side of the great pond as he had done last time, but froze, and then turned and went into the house.

Over there, Mo Ye glanced at her when she saw Xing Feng, and the expression on her face was obviously very happy, but she ignored people in a blink of an eye, and she couldn't help but wonder a little. With a slight stomp of her foot, she struggled to climb to the top of the wall, >

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Fortunately, she didn't seem to be in a hurry to climb down safely, but stood at the head of the wall with her waist crossed, not looking at the wall at all, and didn't know whether she was afraid or didn't care, so she cleared her throat with a dry cough, and then shouted with all her strength: "Torture-wind-you promised to take me out to play, and if you don't come again, I'll jump off the wall-"

Xing Feng held back in the room for a while, and couldn't help but hide behind the door, looking out through the crack in the door, and it just so happened that at this time he saw Mo Ye and climbed onto the wall. Hearing her words, he couldn't hold back any longer, and before Mo Ye finished shouting, he rushed to the opposite side like an arrow.

Standing at the base of the wall, Xing Feng looked at Mo Ye who was standing on the wall with a triumphant smile on his face, shook his head helplessly, and then said, "Don't move, I'll come up and pick you up right away." ”

But I saw Mo Ye waving his hand vigorously and said, "Don't climb the tree, I'll just jump down, you have to pick me up if you stand below." ”

Xing Feng glared at her in surprise: "What? You're going to jump! ”——

In the irregularly shaped field, a boy in his teens on the ridge of the field held the hands of a little girl about five years old, combing a pair of braided pigtails with a red rope, walking aimlessly.

Xing Feng looked at the two flushes that gradually rose on Mo Ye's pale cheeks, who was always half a step slower than him, and felt a little uneasy in his heart, and at the same time a little self-blame, blaming himself for being so unfirm. Then after Mo Ye jumped off the wall, he was immediately entangled by her, and in the end, he couldn't resist but took her to the wilderness.

Let's find a way to send her back quietly! Xing Feng sighed in his heart, he really couldn't imagine what if he swaggered back with Mo Ye and was bumped into by her family again?

As they walked, they came to a small reservoir that villagers had dug to irrigate their fields.

In fact, the prototype of this small reservoir is also a wild grass pond, and the villagers only deepened the bottom of the pond and strengthened the embankment. Half of the credit is the force of nature.

Most of the water conservancy construction in small villages and poor townships can only be carried out by relying on the experience of the elders in the villages and the labor of the villagers' self-organization. Empirical inferences show that naturally occurring ponds have a greater capacity to store water than deep pits dug out of thin air, and this is based on a meagre simulation based on people who have experience in digging wells, but in fact this method is probably correct.

The pond has been dug by the villagers and the embankment has been built to raise the embankment, and the water storage capacity is three times that of the past. Although almost half of the small reservoir was built by villagers with no experience in water conservancy with shovels and shovels, its foundation was created by natural formation over an unknown number of years. The grasslands, which have been integrated into the natural water veins and become a member, will only be exhausted in the hot summer and the last winter, but now after a few years of transformation, it has been abundant until today.

This year's heavy snow has made it store nearly two-thirds of its water source in this last winter season, which is solid enough to meet the water demand of the township for spring sowing three months later.

Now, Xing Feng stood on the high embankment of the reservoir, looking at the familiar small reservoir in front of him, and his eyes reflected the loess-colored muddy water that could not see the waves clearly, and his eyes were a little dazed.

Mo Ye, who was squatting on the ground and poking a branch into the thin ice formed by a puddle of water on the ground, suddenly asked, "Brother Xingfeng, why did you suddenly ignore me just now?" ”

Xing Feng turned his senses and looked sideways, and was about to speak, but he heard Mo Ye seem to say to himself: "It must be my master who sued you for something." I know, he followed me in front of me, just didn't want to make me unhappy, but the end result was that those people would not greet me strangely, and gradually became estranged from me. ”

Xing Feng couldn't help but be moved when he heard this, but Mo Ye's words reminded him of that gentleman's words again, so he had to say slowly after thinking about it: "Your master is also doing this to protect you, after all, there are good people and bad people among strangers, and you are too young to have the ability to protect yourself, what if something happens?" ”

Regarding the explanation of the punishment wind, Mo Ye did not agree or object, but only muttered a sentence that could not be heard clearly in his throat.

Xing Feng also squatted down, looked at Mo Ye and said slowly: "You are not from Xingjia Village, and your genealogy is not here, you must go home in the future to recognize your ancestors and return to your ancestors." Therefore, your master must want you to have less relations with the people in this place, so as not to get into trouble out of thin air. When you go back in the future, it won't be so uncomfortable. ”

When Mo Ye heard this, he finally raised his head, looked at Xing Feng and said with a confused expression: "I don't understand this, my master has never told me this." ”