The warm winter sun sprinkles in the canyon, the river surface is sparkling, the water pool in the gentle area, the pebbles at the bottom of the water are clearly visible, and even people do not feel the existence of water.

When the water is clear, there are no fish!

Xu Buling stood on the shore with his waist crossed, his face showing a little helplessness. The water view in front of him is stunning, which makes people feel refreshed, but this is obviously not what he wants to see. With such clear water quality, it is unknown whether you can see fish in summer, let alone this cold winter.

However, fish are not born in spring and die in autumn, no matter how cold the weather is, there are always some, but it is not easy to find. When Xu Buling was in Chang'an City before, he often went to the water pavilion of Qujiang Pond to fish to pass the time, and he was half a fisherman, so he was not ignorant of this way.

Fishing in winter, pay attention to a 'fishing quiet, not moving', fish like to stay in a place where the water is gentle, the temperature is too low to be active, there must be cover around to avoid being attacked by natural enemies, most of them hide in stone caves or under large rocks.

Xu Buling walked slowly by the water's edge with a sword, carefully paying attention to the movement in the river, and walked for two miles, during which he also found a flat stone placed diagonally by the river, and there was a small stone next to it as a stool, which should be the place where the village girl usually washes clothes.

A trail extends from the river to the depths of the Peach Blossom Valley, and the trail has been stepped on many times, and there is a crooked path next to it, and a few plum blossom footprints can be vaguely seen, which should be stepped on by the little black dog.

Just looking at these traces, one can imagine that in the deep mountains and valleys, the woman walked through the path where the grass grew and the warbler flew with a wooden basin, and the picture of the dog wagging its tail around the circle. Be honest, don't run around ......" or something like that.

Xu Buling looked at the isolated canyon surrounded by mountains on all sides, and was also a little curious, how did a woman's family survive in such a lonely situation, instead of being full of branches, staying in this canyon where there was no even wind sound, I am afraid that she would be able to go crazy in less than three days.

After searching along the river for a long time, I finally found a relatively deep pool in the river, and there are gaps under several boulders next to the pool, and it is estimated that this is the only place where fish can be hidden.

Xu Buling stopped, took off his boots, tied the hem of his robe around his waist, entered the icy river, pulled out the saber sent by the early night, and began to grope slowly under the boulder......

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Outside the fence wall, hundreds of small saplings are neatly arranged, the saplings close to the fence are shoulder-high, and the bare branches are covered with layers of snowflakes, which are already considered small trees; In the outermost row are knee-high saplings, which look like twigs stuck in the ground in winter; And the latest row, just a hole dug out one by one, is obviously prepared in advance for planting trees after the beginning of spring.

Hundreds of saplings, no matter how they look at them, they are lined up in a straight line, meticulously without the slightest misalignment. It's just that at this time, among the neat saplings, there is a straight knife inserted in the ground, and the scabbard is bamboo-blue, and from a distance, it looks like a crooked one of the hundreds of saplings in the base.

The little village girl held a hoe, digging a small pit in the frozen mud, not much strength, digging very slowly, at this time, every few digging, will turn her head to look at the straight knife inserted in the nursery.

It's not because I'm interested in knives or outsiders, it's just that I feel awkward, and how to look at it is an eyesore. Just like the thousands of white stone floor tiles in the square, one of them is made of bluestone, the more you look at it, the more uncomfortable it becomes, and people can't help but want to buckle out the brick of the wrong color and replace it with the same one.

The canyon is silent, and there is not even birdsong in winter, like an eternal ink painting. And the straight knife that suddenly appeared was like an ink spot, stained on the spotless scroll.

The little village girl dug for a moment, gasped lightly and stopped, probably unable to bear it anymore, leaned the hoe against the peach tree, trotted to the straight knife, took out a handkerchief from her arms and wrapped it in her hand, and wanted to pull out the straight knife and bury it, but just stretched out her hand and looked in the direction of the outsider's departure.

What if that person does run back......

The little village girl stood next to the straight knife and thought for a moment, then put away her skirt and squatted down, gathered the snow under the peach tree, and spent a long time building a big snowman.

The snowman was flush with the straight knife, and after the little village girl finished piling up, she warmed her little hands and ran back to the hoe, and took a few careful glances - because of the height difference, the line of sight could pass over the top of the snowman's head with a knife height, and the half-cut handle behind her was even more abrupt.

“……”

The little village girl was obviously a little angry in her eyes, and ran to the snowman again, and piled a hair crown on the top of the snowman's head, a common tassel crown for the children of the family.

The 'crown' is one, and it doesn't look right just to have a hair crown, so I used my fingers to draw a diagonal collar and belt on the snowman.

After finishing the work, the little village girl ran back to the hoe again, and took a closer look, the snowman and the snow were integrated, and the peach forest was neat, and finally there was no eye to see the knife.

The little village girl smiled with satisfaction and picked up the hoe again......

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The sun and the moon flow, and the morning sun turned into sunset.

On the forest path, Xu Buling carried a Qingfeng long sword on his shoulder, and a strip of cloth hung on the top of the scabbard, and under the strip of cloth he wore seven fish with unknown names.

After working in the river all day, he only caught seven big fish, and he spent more thought than dealing with Situ Yue and Chen Daozi, but in this winter, he can be regarded as receiving a lot of goods, and he has a sense of accomplishment.

"Wang-Wang-"

Just walked to the far side of the house, the barking of the dog sounded, and within a moment, the little black dog who had been knocked out in the early morning rushed out fiercely, and saw Xu Buling who came over, a little dazed, and quickly ran back with his tail between his legs.

Xu Buling secretly said sorry in his heart, walked into the forest full of peach trees, and when he raised his eyes, he saw that the drunken bamboo knife was stuck in place, and there was a big snowman next to it.

"Huh?"

Xu Buling bowed slightly, walked to the front and looked carefully, the snowman was very delicate, the round sides were symmetrical, and he was meticulous from the crown to the boots, obviously he had put a lot of thought into it.

Looking at the dress again, the robe and jade belt crown are somewhat similar to him......

What do you mean?

Xu Buling blinked, and was a little flattered for a while.

There is not much contact, and the character of the little village girl is also a little weird, Xu Buling can't figure out why he built a snowman and put it here, but this kind of behavior is obviously with good intentions in his opinion, huh...... A simple and kind village girl.

Xu Buling smiled a little at the corner of his mouth, thought about it, made a smile on the snowman's face, and walked into the courtyard dam inside the fence with the fish.

Click-

Click-

The soft sound of the wooden loom coming from the main house of the three small houses, the door was open, and the loom and spindle on the left side of the house could be seen from the courtyard; On the right is a small long table, next to which are several wooden boxes stacked neatly on top of each other.

The little village girl sat on the stool and knitted the cloth seriously, as if she was thinking about things, her side face showed three points of melancholy, with a somewhat weak face, it looked like a pity from a distance, and it was easy to have a desire to protect. Under the stool, the black dog was trembling and lying on his stomach, and after seeing Xu Buling, he quickly bit the hem of his skirt and pulled it.

Xiao Cungu came back to her senses at this time, turned her head and found Xu Buling standing in the courtyard, with a panicked look on her face, stood up and took a few steps back, and picked up the scissors on the table.

Xu Buling smiled gently, lifted the seven big fat fish in his hand, and was slightly embarrassed:

"Girl, there are few fish in the river, it took half a day to find a place, and I only caught seven, and if I go again tomorrow, I should be able to make up enough."

The little village girl looked at the big fish in Xu Buling's hand, thought for a while, and said crisply: "You also have to eat, you eat my food for ten days at a time, it will only become more and more insufficient, you better go." ”

"Uh......"

Xu Buling's expression froze, what he said made sense, he couldn't catch fish for a day without eating, as long as he ate, he would owe more and more, and he would never be able to pay it off.

Xu Buling thought for a while, took out a few 'biscuits' from behind his belt, and said with a smile:

"I have dry food with me, it's enough to eat less fish, don't worry about it."

The little village girl frowned slightly: "Then why didn't you eat dry food last night, you have to eat my food?" ”

Xu Buling spread his hands: "Because the dry food is not delicious." ”

The little village girl was speechless for a while, didn't say anything more, walked to the door and closed the door:

"You sleep in the firewood room, you have to make up for how much firewood you use, and you have to cut out the bowls and chopsticks, and I will eat with a spoon today. Also, don't stick a knife in the ground, if you want to, you can stick it farther. ”

"Uh......"

Xu Buling turned his head to look at the snowman and the straight knife in the distance, slightly dazed......