Spring has arrived, and it is the season of mating of all things.

In the early spring of February, half of it has passed, the mountains and forests are green, and everything is at the beginning.

On Wutong Mountain, birds and insects squeak, forest trees sprout, thriving scene.

It's February, and it's spring ploughing again.

After the end of the first month of the lively farming, the peach blossoms began to be busy again.

Spring ploughing, summer ploughing, autumn harvest, winter storage, four seasons.

At the beginning of February, there is a long-standing custom in the peach blossoms, calling this day the Spring Festival.

When I got up early in the morning, every household knocked the lid of the pot for a while, indicating that I was lazy and welcomed the arrival of spring ploughing production.

After breakfast that morning, the men generally inspected the farm tools in the house to see what needed to be repaired and which needed to be replaced. On that day, I began to organize the farm tools.

After breakfast on this day, the women use the glutinous rice soaked the day before, grind it with a mill, and use the dried vegetables and bacon pickled in Lidong to chop up and form a fragrant filling, wrap it in the middle of the glutinous rice cake, make it into Yangchun Ba, pad it with grapefruit leaves, put it in the pot and steam it, the whole family sits together and eats a meal of "Yangchun Ba" happily.

Spring ploughing is an important agricultural activity for farmers with few fields and many mountains in the mountains, and this custom in the peach blossoms is nothing more than to ask for a good harvest this year.

Taohuali is surrounded by mountains on three sides, and the land in the village is concentrated in the low mountains due north.

Due north is originally a barren mountain, but after generations of transformation by the mountain people in Taohuali, it has been transformed into layers of progression, such as cascading terraces.

In the spring ploughing season, the villagers have carried hoes and plows to pull cattle and mountains.

Corn is planted on dry land, and seedlings are planted in paddy fields.

The whole family went into battle and was in full swing to farm affairs.

The warm sun is pleasant, the adults are buried in the farm work, the children are playing in the green grass, and the earth dog is catching insects and jumping in the grass, just like this spring, the whole peach blossom looks lively and joyful.

Among the children, the deer girl was also there, and she and a few village girls were catching the wildflowers that had not yet opened between the fields, and they were having a lot of fun.

Rhubarb, on the other hand, swooped left and right in the grass, playing with the insects jumping in the grass.

Jiang Xiaolu is playing here, but his brother Jiang Xiaobai is not there.

Jiang Xiaobai was behind his yard at this time, and when he was also rushing to plough in the spring, he was turning over several vegetable patches in the backyard with a hoe.

This is the only three points of land that he can do, and he does not grow grains, but only some seasonal vegetables.

The grains that are usually eaten are exchanged for money at the homes of villagers at the foot of the mountain, and generally every household in the village has surplus grain.

And his source of income is the income from collecting and selling medicines.

Fortunately, the two siblings don't eat much, and the dishes they eat are all home-grown, and there is no place to spend money.

It took an hour to finish turning over the vegetable patch, and Jiang Xiaobai didn't catch his breath.

Packed up, watched the sun, it was almost time to cook.

He went out of the courtyard and went to Beishan.

Surrounded by terraced fields on the north mountain, Qianmo is vertical and horizontal, and every household in the peach blossoms is busy with spring ploughing.

When the women saw that it was time to cook, they cleaned up and went down the hill to cook.

When the villagers saw Jiang Xiaobai, they raised their heads from the field, leaning on the hoe with their hands, and greeted them with a smile.

"Brother Jiang, why don't you call your little girl to go back to dinner?"

Jiang Xiaobai responded with a smile.

When he saw Jiang Xiaolu from a distance, he shouted.

The fawn and rhubarb came running upside down.

He bent down, picked up the fawn, and patted the little girl with mud and grass clippings.

At this time, the villagers quickly finished work and went back to eat, and a few people met in the field, and they inevitably chatted about some miscellaneous things.

"Brother Jiang, have you heard about the recent events in the mountains?"

There was a rough man, with a mysterious look, talking to Jiang Xiaobai.

"Oh, what's the matter?"

Jiang Xiaobai asked casually.

"In Bailong Village, dozens of miles away, there were dead people, I heard that they were bitten alive by zombies, and the army came, and the army blocked the news, but on the night of the incident, someone saw it. ”

The rough man was startled.

"Wang big stick, you just scare Brother Jiang, suddenly where did the zombie come from, as if you have seen it. ”

Some villagers laughed and joked that they had listened to the older generation since they were children, and when they grew up, they knew that they were playing with scared children, and no one had ever seen them.

It's just a conversation after tea and dinner, which can kill a lot of time, but I don't feel at ease in my heart.

The rough man named Wang Da Stick was not anxious when he heard the joke, but he said that the people who knew him well in the village told him, and it seemed that there was really such a thing.

Jiang Xiaobai listened to the conversation between several villagers, just smiled, said hello twice, and left with Jiang Xiaolu in his arms.

As for what Wang Dazhu said just now, Jiang Xiaobai didn't feel much doubt or strangeness.

Zombies appear in nearby villages, and maybe there really is.

Animals have become demons, and it is normal for zombies to appear in the world.

However, he didn't have any mood or thoughts, and after a little pondering in his heart, he left it behind.

..............

After lunch at noon, Jiang Xiaobai didn't let the deer go out to play, let her study the Taoist scriptures, and do her homework obediently in the yard.

He himself was taking a fishing basket and a fishing rod and went out of the yard to fish.

For him, fishing is a kind of meditation and calmness.

As he descended the mountain, he looked at the peach groves at the foot of the mountain.

The originally bare and ugly branches of the tree have been plucked out of the buds and green, and the whole area is full of green.

The peach blossoms at the foot of the mountain are about to bloom, and they are about to be pink vines!

It's just that I don't know that the old peach in the yard has already been green and budding, and there is a fragrance around the sky a few days ago, but it has not opened for a long time.

After staying for a moment, and feeling less sentimental than before, he went down the mountain.

Some of the seven emotions and desires become obsessions, and they will fall into the demons of their hearts, destroying the way and destroying the foundation, Jiang Xiaobai knows it in his heart.

He won't let himself become so stupid, the life and death limit of the old way will come after all, it's one thing for him to be unwilling to face it, and it's another thing to become obsessed.

Slowly waiting for the arrival of the old way's deadline, although he is a little tormented, he is also slowly adjusting his mentality.

When he reached the Emerald River, he got into his own canopy boat, rowed out for half a distance, and then sat cross-legged in the bow of the boat, and took the bait and hooked it.

Then, like an old monk, he moved and waited for the fish to take the bait.

Flowers, birds and insects chirping, thriving green mountains and green waters, but the back of this lonely boat seems a little lonely.

(PS: When I went to Sanjiang today, I usually have to write some testimonials, so I will follow the end of the chapter.) This month, thank you to the Taoist friends who voted for me every day.,It's very handicapped.,It takes three or four hours to write a chapter every time.,The update is generally very late.,Every time from the off-duty code to the early hours of the morning.,It's not much.,It's basically two more than four thousand words.,So thank you for your tolerance.,Thank you for your gratitude.。 Besides, the results of this book, not good, not bad, tepid, I guess it has something to do with my update, and there are very few recommended votes, don't complain, I hope I can cheer up. ）