The beginning of autumn turns to winter, and the earth changes from a piece of red to a white one.

Yingchuan Yingyin Chenjia Village

"Mother, I'm going up the mountain."

"Xiu'er, wear one more piece of clothing."

"Mother, don't need it, I'll go up the mountain."

Chen Xiu carried an axe and a few hemp ropes on his back and walked towards the back mountain, walking on the road, and from time to time he would say hello to his neighbors in the village.

"Chen Xiu, you are going to go up the mountain to chop wood."

The old Chen Tou, who lived at the entrance of the village, saw Chen Xiu walking towards the back mountain and said hello, and Chen Xiu nodded in response.

"Uncle Chen's big cold is coming, and the clothes that should be added still have to be added."

"I know, your Uncle Chen's body is still strong, and he will not be worse than your kid."

"Come on, that kid goes first."

After joking with Chen Xiu, Old Chen Touoh looked at his back as he left the back mountain, shook his head and smiled, looking a little relieved.

The Chen family and his wife have suffered all their lives, and now their son has opened his mind, and finally this hard life has come to an end, but unfortunately Chen Hu left too early and did not see the day when his son opened his mind.

Chen Xiu's changes day by day fell in the eyes of the villagers, and when they learned that Chen Xiu suddenly opened his mind, their first reaction was to feel relieved, even the village women who usually had vicious tongues in the village also came to the door to say goodbye.

Walking from the foot of the mountain to the mountainside, looking at the white vast mountain forest, Chen Xiu breathed a sigh of relief, and the white mist suddenly appeared.

His face turned slightly red from the cold, and he found a better place, touched the branches, and felt that it was almost there, so he took off his clothes, picked up his axe, and began to pick and chop the thinner branches.

After an hour, Chen Xiuchai finished chopping, but the whole person seemed to be fine, and his ruddy complexion looked particularly dazzling in this cold winter.

Looking at the mountains of wood, Chen Xiu nodded with satisfaction, this year's task has been completed, and it is overdone.

Every time, Chen Xiu would chop more firewood and go back, on the one hand, for family use, and on the other hand, to subsidize the family.

Although firewood is not valuable, it can be sold for as much as it wants, at least it can make the conditions of the family much better.

After doing all this, Chen Xiu picked up a branch and began to write and draw in the snow.

"Whoever seeks the right way for a man must obtain his cause and seek his affection. Judging the situation, it is to establish three instruments. The three rituals are said to be upper, middle, and lower."

He was talking straight about the classic clicks he had memorized in his previous life, and after a while, a long text was written by Chen Xiu in the snow.

"Therefore the wall is broken in its crevices, and the wood is destroyed in its joints, and the walls are destroyed. Therefore, it is necessary to make a living, to make a living, to discuss family planning, to talk about life, to say that life is advancing, advancing and retreating, and retiring from the system, so as to control things. Therefore, everything is together, and Baidu is counted. ”

Until the end, Chen Xiu picked up his pen for a while, looked at the words in the snow, and nodded with satisfaction, and then it didn't take long for the words on the snow to gradually disappear.

Chopping wood doesn't delay him much, but every time he goes up the mountain, he revisits the knowledge he has memorized in his mind.

Chen Xiu understands one thing, no matter how familiar he is with knowledge and how firmly he remembers it, if he doesn't review it from time to time, I'm afraid he will forget it all long ago.

After writing this paragraph, Chen Xiu continued to write the others, and an hour or two passed after a while, if it weren't for the mild daylight at noon, which made him come back to his senses slightly, maybe he was still indulging in it.

Learn with whatever you can use!

However, Chen Xiu would not practice calligraphy or recitation at home, he was afraid that his mother would regret and be sad when she saw it, and would try her best to get something to write for him.

Whether it's bamboo slips or brocade silk, even ordinary people can't afford it, let alone them!

Because he understands, Chen Xiu never talks about reading in front of his mother, and he hopes that his mother would better not remember it.

The only thing in the family that makes Chen Xiu feel relieved is that the situation of the little sister Chen Yuxuan has greatly improved, at least he will no longer be as afraid of his brother as before.

In two months, it will be a sting, and the sting will be over, and the second dragon will raise its head in February, and this year's winter snow will be relatively large, so it is estimated that the fields in the coming year should be very fertile, and the crops in the coming year should be very good.

However, Chen Xiu knew that the second dragon raised its head in February, because of one person's informant, the world entered the war early.

This person's name is Tang Zhou, and the person he is suing is Ma Yingyuan, a Taiping sect! Sue Ma Yingyuan for what a crime! The sin of rebellion!

After looking at the sky and feeling that the hour was almost up, Chen Xiu packed up the firewood on the ground, carrying a large bundle of firewood on his back, and leaving a deep mark in the snow with every step.

Back at home, I put aside the firewood that sells better, bring my homemade fishing rods, and bait made from earthworms in the fall, and walk to the creek not far away.

After only ten minutes of travel, Chen Xiu came to the creek, picked up a huge stone on the bank, and threw it into the stream that had been covered with a thick layer of ice.

Bang!!! Poof!

There was a loud bang, and then the stone fell into the water, revealing a huge hole in the ice.

Chen Xiu sat on the shore, threw the fishing rod into the hole, and waited quietly.

"This little brother, on such a cold day, is there still a fish?"

Not long after, an inquiring voice came from behind Chen Xiu, the voice was gentle and mellow, it was estimated that it should be a middle-aged man Hearing this, a smile flashed in Chen Xiu's eyes, but the middle-aged man didn't see Chen Xiu's expression because he turned his back to Chen Xiu.

"There are always greedy fish, and there is no reason not to be moved by this delicious bait."

Chen Xiu was still staring at the calm and waveless water, and replied lightly.

Perhaps it was Chen Xiu's answer that made the middle-aged man feel a little novel, and then walked up to Chen Xiu and said with a smile: "Then it's good to dare to ask the little brother when he will close the rod." ”

"This uncle, if you look at the kid's dress, you should be able to guess that the kid's family background is not good, when you think it's good to close the pole, naturally the weight is enough, just close the pole."

Hearing this, the middle-aged man's eyes lit up, he looked at Chen Xiu with curiosity, and then said with a smile; "That's enough weight."

"Naturally, the hand is steady, and the heart is heavy!"

Then, Chen Xiu stood up suddenly, and at this moment, the middle-aged man was able to look Chen Xiu up and down completely, and couldn't help but show a satisfied smile.

"Enough portions!"

Chen Xiu laughed, and as soon as the rod in his hand was closed, a big fish that weighed seven or eight catties was estimated to be touched, and under the gentle sunlight, the fish scales were shining like dragon scales.

ps: Writing here is actually a bit of a plot, the foreshadowing in front is a bit long, and Living alone knows that what is written in front is a bit complicated, but Living alone feels that it is still necessary to write, because some foreshadowing, it is still necessary to write it, otherwise to the back, the foreshadowing will not be allowed to be written, it is better to write clearly in the early stage, and if you want to write again in the later stage, the difficulty will increase.

Living alone has limited pen power, I hope you will forgive me!