In the first year of Dayan Chunhua, in the middle of winter, the blizzard Fangji, the border Yunzhou.

This is an ordinary village in Yunzhou, the border of the northern part of Dayan, located in the north of the Great Wall, tightly surrounded by the continuous northern vein of Taihang Mountain, the south is the wide Chaobai River, the back of the mountain and the river, in addition to crossing the Chaobai River, through the more than ten miles of mountain roads that only the village people know, otherwise the village people can not go out, and outsiders can not enter. Turning north over the Taihang Mountains, there is a vast grassland, where there are clear blue skies, herds of cattle and sheep, galloping horses, arrogant and savage Khitans, and their shiny scimitars.

Distant mountains, trees, houses, fields, everything as far as the eye could see was swallowed up by the half-man-thick snow. The thick snow made everything lose its original shape, clumps and clusters, like clouds cascading on the ground. The north wind of the call sign, cold like a bone-cutting steel knife, slashed the snow on the ground layer by layer, whimpering and shattering the snow into fine snow particles, flying all over the sky. You can't see the smoke, you can't hear the barking of dogs, you can't feel a trace of warmth, and it's dead and silent, like a ghost realm.

"Crunch, creak" The silent village suddenly heard the heavy sound of stepping on snow. A tall, thin brown figure suddenly tore through the snow white of heaven and earth and appeared in the wilderness. I saw that this person was dressed in a tight tunic sewn of brown wolf skin and variegated fox skin, patched linen trousers, and two white-worn knee pads tied to his knees. Huge boots, leggings made of white cloth, and a slightly neater dogskin hat on his head. From afar, he looks like an ordinary hunter or woodcutter.

The visitor slowly approached, and if you looked closely, you would find that he was extraordinary.

The stitches of the tunic are fine and even, the patches are bandaged with linen of the same color, the boots are clean, and the leggings are neatly tied and tied in a beautiful knot. It is fundamentally different from ordinary dealers, I don't know if there is a clever old lady or a considerate lady. The most striking thing is that those eyes are not very large, and do not have the soft outline of ordinary human eyes, but are as if someone had carved them out of a solid wooden board with a knife, narrow and hard. The eyes were as cold as snow, bright as the stars in the sky, and the pupils were pitch black, but they were like an ancient well, a deep pool, and a touch of darkness. His eyes were like a drop of thick ink on a piece of snow-white rice paper, so dazzling, as if they were about to pierce people's hearts.

He held a huge hunting bow in his hand, only one size smaller than the foot bow. You must know that the mountains and forests are densely wooded, and the longbow is not suitable for operation, so the general hunting bow is much smaller than the longbow used by the infantry, and the people who dare to use such a big bow are all born with great strength and superb archery.

This hunting bow is also a fine horn bow, which is made of ox horns, bamboo and wood tires, beef tendons, animal glue and other materials through 100 processes. The hunting bow has looked old, and the place where the hand is held has been polished smooth, because it is often maintained with animal oil, and the animal oil has even soaked into the bow, which looks simple and heavy. The bowstring has been removed to prevent the cold weather from freezing the bowstring. With an animal skin quiver on his back, a dozen feathered arrows lay there quietly. He had an ordinary wood knife hanging from his waist, and a short and thick knife stuck in his right calf.

"Forget your child, forget your child。。。。。。" Suddenly, anxious shouts were heard in the distance.

The visitor suddenly stood and looked at the forest in the distance in a daze, with a trace of pain, a trace of helplessness, a trace of unbearability, a trace of unwillingness, a trace of stubbornness, and a trace of fear in his eyes.

"Forget your child, the snow is covering the mountains outside, where is the prey to hunt? Besides, my son has not exceeded the weak crown, can I let you risk your life for Niang'an? The person who came was a woman in her 30s, with peach eyes and apricot cheeks, fair skin, a dark red placket on her upper body, and an equally dark red cotton skirt covering her heels. Dressed in a gray fox fur coat inside, and a wide white fox shawl was approved on the outside, such a match should never appear on a village woman.

Even in such a cold winter, she wears a lot, but she is not as bloated as ordinary village women, but shows more graceful figure. Especially a pair of dark eyes look like the man in front of him, but they are not as cold as the man, but they have a unique taste. Especially the nobility of the round and jade body, which is so noble that people dare not look up, and no matter how simple the clothes are, they can't cover it. No one could believe that there were such beautiful people in such an ordinary mountain village.

The woman watched her son quietly, and there was even a hint of supplication in her eyes.

This autumn is in a severe drought, and the best watered land can still harvest three or five buckets, but more of them are simply not harvested. Chicheng County, where this village is located, is a poor and backward small county town in the northernmost part of Dayan, and how much fertile land can be used to harvest those three or five buckets?

Ordinary people eat the most inferior rice and wheat, and even these prices have already risen from 120 yuan to 1,000 yuan now, which is a price that the best japonica rice cannot be sold in ordinary times. There are people starving to death in the county, let alone this small mountain village that hunts for a living? Mountain villages have always had the habit of not entering the mountains in heavy snow, because it is too dangerous, no one has ever been able to enter and come out alive, if you go alone, how can you come back?

The young man's name was Qin Wang, a very strange name. He was just 14 years old, tall, thin, with ape arms and a straight waist, and was more than a head taller than his peers at five and a half feet. It looked thin, but the body covered by the cloak was rock-solid muscles. The complexion is not as dark as that of ordinary mountain village boys, but a little sickly pale, like a weak scholar.

A thin face like a knife and an axe, with sharp edges and slightly thin lips, squeezed together as if they could no longer be opened, making people feel a little stubborn and unsentimental. The nose is like a gall, there is a bookish air between the eyebrows, and the eyebrows are slender and slightly straight, which makes them even more rigid and strong.

This face is handsome, but it makes people pay less attention to his appearance, and the most impressive thing at first is his weak and strong temperament. Especially those eyes, almost no emotional eyes, make him look like a knife, a knife that has just been baked.

"Mother, I have to go." The young man said in an astringent voice, "Heaven and earth are unkind, but we can't sit still, my father is gone, and I won't let you starve to death." The old and young masters are gone, and I can't let everyone starve to death. The boy tried to restrain his feelings and said calmly.

"Shut up, there is no one in this village for you to work hard, and no one is worth your life." As soon as the young man finished speaking, the woman scolded in a fierce voice, "How did my mother teach you?" You remember to your mother that your life is more precious than anyone else's, more precious than your father's, and your mother is not allowed to take risks! You don't care about your mother, and you don't care about anyone, you go, I'm begging you, get out of here, you can live! ”

"Mother, you taught me to read and write since I was a child, and my father taught me martial arts, isn't it just so that I can do something when I grow up? Now that this is the situation in the village, how can I just walk away? The boy said stubbornly.

"Why don't you understand?" The woman was so anxious that she was about to cry, "My mother never wants you to be good when you grow up, I only hope that you will live well and live your life peacefully." My mother taught you to read and write, just hoping that you would have a means to make a living. Your father taught you martial arts, and your mother was against it from the beginning, and you two have been hiding it from your mother. It's good for your mother to think that you have the ability to protect yourself, so I will turn a blind eye, and my mother will never allow you to go to the mountains to adventure! ”

"But mother, I can't let you starve to death, let alone let the old and weak in the village starve to death. Mother, you can agree. Seeing his mother's concern, the young man felt very uncomfortable, he was a filial child, and it was the first time to do it with his mother like this, and he felt very uncomfortable.

Looking at the son in front of her who insisted on entering the mountain, the woman's heart was very complicated. She knew that she couldn't stop this son who had been obedient to her since she was a child. In him, the woman saw the shadow of her husband, a man as strong as a mountain and as stubborn as a mountain. In the past ten years, it has been that man who has sheltered their mother and son from the wind and rain, no matter how hard and tired he is, he has not complained. The woman's heart was full of gratitude to the man, although the two were husband and wife, but how many people knew the twists and turns?

The woman opened her mouth, she had too much to say to her son, she had a hunch that this might be the only chance, but for a moment she didn't know where to start, and after all, she didn't say anything.

"Mother, my son is gone, don't worry, my son will come back alive." Seeing that his mother was no longer in his way, the boy knelt on the ground and kowtowed to the woman three times. When I looked up, my eyes were already moist.

The woman sighed, "My son must not be reluctant, he must come back alive." ”

The boy nodded, turned his head ruthlessly, strode forward, and never looked back, as if he was not his mother, but an ordinary person. He stared viciously at the beast-like mountain in the distance, at the mountain pass where all the young men in the village never came out after entering, his steps steady and heavy, and the "creaking" sound became farther and farther away。。。。。。

The woman stood there like nails, and the north wind of the call sign ruffled the hem of her garment and ruffled her meticulous falling bun. The thin body was so helpless in the cold wind, and the pretty figure loomed, looking from a distance, like a fairy dancing in the clouds, and like a female ghost wandering in hell. A tear dripped from her wonderful eyes and crossed her thin lips, which were also tightly pursed, and a long sigh was this gentle woman's accusation against heaven and earth.

In the first year of Dayan Chunhua, there was a great drought in the golden autumn in the north, and several heavy snowfalls in the winter sky, starving to death and freezing countless people and animals. The entire Great Wall is ten rooms and nine empty, and hunger is everywhere. In Qinjia Village, the most remote mountain village, fifty young people ventured into the mountains to hunt, but there was no news. The young Qin Wang, as the only adult man in the village, risked his life to enter the mountains for the sake of the old and young of the village.