Chapter 1 Dushan Village

The spring is cold, and the grass that has experienced a biting winter spits out green shoots again. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info

More than 100 villagers in Dushan Village are looking forward to the thawing of the Yingliu River and the rapid growth of crops that have endured the cold winter.

The village is built at the foot of the mountain, Cuiping Mountain stretches north and south, and to the northernmost part is divided into two forks, one goes to the northeast and the other goes to the northwest, and Dushan Village is located at the top of the fork vein in the east.

"Dad, mother, come on, my brother is awake, I see him coughing!" A crisp female voice came out, and then I saw a seven or eight-year-old girl running out of the dirt house, and her parents were busy working in the yard.

As soon as he heard this, the sturdy man put down the long axe in his hand and hurriedly entered the house.

On the wooden bed in the east room, a five or six-year-old boy had opened his eyes and looked upwards, his pale lips trembling slightly, but he did not speak.

"Yuan Ding, you're awake, look at your father, do you still know your father?" The sturdy man sat on the edge of the bed, but he leaned over, and suddenly blocked the child's gaze.

"Shouzhi, Ding'er just woke up, don't frighten him!" The child's mother said with concern beside her.

"Yes, yes, Yingxue, go pour a bowl of water." The strong man instructed Yuan Ding's sister Yingxue to serve water.

Yingxue listened to her father's instructions, and quickly ran to fetch water with small steps, and after a while she came back with a coarse porcelain bowl, which was filled with some steaming warm water.

At this time, it was his mother who stepped forward, helped Yuan Ding's body up, and gently fed him a small sip of water.

"Dad, mother!" Yuan Ding shouted out under the eager gaze of his parents.

"Okay, it's okay, Dad will be relieved!" The sturdy man laughed happily.

This family's surname is Xia, an ordinary villager in Dushan Village, Xia Shouzhi's only son Xia Yuanding accidentally fell on his head when he was playful, and he was in a coma for a day and a night, and even the famous Xu Langzhong was helpless, saying that it was fate.

I didn't expect God to favor him, and his son woke up so soon, which couldn't help but make Xia Shouzhi happy. Xia Yuanding's awakening dispelled the sadness that had been on their family's faces for the past two days.

After repeatedly confirming that there was no problem, Xia Shouzhi and his wife returned to the yard with peace of mind, and instructed their sister Xia Yingxue to take care of their younger brother.

"You can make us worry about death, see if you dare to be so naughty in the future!" Although it was a reprimand, Xia Yingxue said it with a smile, without the slightest hint of reprimand.

"I know my sister, I will be obedient in the future!" Xia Yuanding said calmly.

How do they know that Xia Yuanding has changed his soul at this time, and he is no longer the five-year-old child, and they don't know what this means to the entire Xia family.

After putting on his mother's hand-sewn shoes, Xia Yuanding went to the ground, but this move was blocked by his sister.

"You're not well yet, Dad and Mom let you lie in bed and rest!"

"I'm already fine, and if I say I'm going to pee, you'll stop you!" Xia Yuanding said.

He didn't lie, he really wanted to go to the toilet. Six-year-olds have very little memory, and know nothing but a little knowledge.

Coming out of the dilapidated thatched house, Xia Yuanding did not choose to go back to the house, but found a small stool in the courtyard to sit and bask in the sun.

They lived in three adobe houses, thatched, with two windows on the wall near the south, and the light was poor.

However, sitting in the courtyard was warm, and Xia Yuanding felt very comfortable.

"Yuan Ding, why don't you lie on the bed, what are you doing when you come out?" Xia Shouzhi asked.

"Dad, I'm tired of lying down, so I want to sit outside for a while." Xia Yuanding replied.

"It's good to bask in the sun, if you feel hungry after drinking gruel, call your mother to make it for you!"

"Got it, Dad!"

At this time, Xia Shouzhi had already chopped a pile of firewood, but there was still more than half of it left. And her mother was sitting in another place in the yard, sewing and mending, and her sister Xia Yingxue also came over.

I looked at the courtyard again, and the bluestone paved path led from the gate of the three main houses to the gate of the courtyard, and in the middle there were two paths, one leading to the kitchen to the east and the other to the garden to the west.

There are a few fruit trees growing in the garden, and the land under the fruit trees is simply growing spinach and garlic seedlings, but it is still early in season, which is not suitable for other vegetables.

Where the sand is exposed, there is a medium-sized stone mill that requires an adult to push.

In Xia Yuanding's original memory, there was still a cow in their family, which was placed in the cowshed of the second uncle's family, and in their yard, there were only a few poultry on a free-range basis.

Speaking of their Xia family, it is also a big family in Dushan Village, Xia Yuanding's grandfather is called Xia Jizu, and there are five sons in total, Xia Shouren, Xia Shouyi, Xia Shouli, Xia Shouzhi, Xia Shouxin, Renyili, Zhixin, all five constants.

It's not easy to feed so many children without any skills. This Xia Jizu is also a person who can read and hyphenate words, but unfortunately he was unlucky, when he was young and frivolous, he criticized people who should not be criticized, so that he couldn't even get a show of talent, so he could only live in the countryside and enjoy the countryside.

While helping his father pick up the chopped dry firewood and arrange them neatly, he listened to his mother tell stories of filial piety that he had never heard before.

Xia Yuanding was a little frightened, what kind of world is this, it looks like ancient times, but he is ignorant of many things.

Looking at the beautiful sunset, Xia Yuanding's eyes revealed an incomparable yearning for this world, and what could be more exciting than obtaining something unknown.

He may come quietly, but he will not go away in obscurity. The name and deeds can't be remembered, what is the difference between it and the grass and trees on the side of the road, thinking of this magnificent mountain and river, colorful scenery, Xia Yuanding was suddenly ambitious.

"Mother, my brother is hungry again, his stomach is screaming!" Hearing this voice, Xia Yuanding, who was still immersed in a sweet dream, woke up.

Squinting at the cheap sister who didn't realize his fault at all, Xia Yuanding grinned and pretended to be stupid.

"Let's make dinner early today!" Xia Shouzhi said without thinking about it.

"Okay, Ding'er must be hungry, wait for Huiniang to cook immediately!" Xia Li put down the needlework in his hand, patted the clothes on his body, and prepared to cook.

"I'll light the fire!" Xia Yuanding felt that he should find something to do, so he volunteered to help light the fire.

"Beware of burning your head!" Xia Yingxue heard that her brother was going to light the fire, and suddenly said.

"Yuan Ding, don't mess around, stay good!"

Xia Shouzhi also disagreed, which made him very helpless, how could he be regarded as a helper, so he had to hold his cheeks with both hands and get bored.

It's no wonder that Xia Shouzhi didn't agree, just because not long ago, there was a child about the same age as Xia Yuanding in the village, who burned his kitchen because of playing with fire, but at that time, the whole village beat gongs and drums to fight the fire, and the scene was spectacular.

After the meal was ready, he ate it in the yard, looking at the blue sky and white clouds by the light outside the house, and listening to the birds and chickens, which gave Xia Yuanding a feeling of a wild outing.

The white smoke in the chimney had cleared, and the family had taken their seats.

On the square table, there is a large bowl with a dark appearance, which seems to contain pickles that are indispensable for winter. There is also a dish, stir-fried cabbage. And in front of him, put an egg.

In Xia Yuanding's original memory, their family had eaten pickled vegetables for many nights in a row, and tonight was a sumptuous dinner. It seems that because he just woke up after being in a coma, he took care of him specially and gave him boiled eggs, which his sister Xia Yingxue did not have.

As for the white-flour steamed buns, there are no more, only miscellaneous grains, and the porridge is drunk.

"The conditions are so difficult!" Xia Yuanding thought.

In fact, the situation of their family is already good, and some families in the village can't open the pot, and their family is rich in comparison.

Xu was hungry, Xia Yuanding ate this meal very fragrantly, and there was a taste of family affection in it.

Because he didn't know the specific time, after it was completely dark, Xia Yuanding was driven to the west room of the main house to sleep.

Only when you get to the west will you know that this is a bed, something made of mud and discarded stones, like a kang but no place to heat it. It was covered with a meadow and a layer of mattresses, but fortunately the quilt was thick enough.

This is where he and his sister sleep at night, and it's really basic. There is no way, his grandfather wants to marry his five sons, and he can't be generous if he wants to. This can't be said to be a family with four walls, even if there are only a few stone houses in the whole village, maybe it is still accumulated by two generations!

Getting into the quilt, Xia Yuanding had a lot of thoughts and couldn't sleep, maybe he was thinking nonsense.

It's hard to imagine that time is still so early to rest, it turns out that this is "sunrise and sunset", but although this kind of life is plain and beautiful, life should be wonderful in a lifetime, there are strong colors, and there are understatements.

At some point, he fell asleep......