The winter of 1919 was particularly cold, but the first snow had not yet arrived, and the bare mountains, which could no longer find a trace of green, looked even more desolate and gloomy.

Sandwiched between these mountains is a small mountain village called Watun Village. This is really a small mountain village, and the whole village has more than 500 people combined, even in the so-called "heyday of history". The villagers here have lived for generations on this barren ridge land surrounded by barren mountains, and they have used the most rudimentary tools and hands to pour their sweat on the slopes that have been reclaimed on the slopes in exchange for food that barely keeps them alive.

This small mountain village is so poor that even those merchants do not want to come here, of course, because there is really no oil and water, the bandits and officials who are rampant in the troubled times are rarely visited. With the aggravation of the war and the gradual increase of the foreign population, the population of the small mountain village is slowly rising, and in the face of this strange phenomenon, it cannot but be said to be a kind of irony and true portrayal of the troubled times.

He came into this world with a loud cry, the woman who had consumed all her strength in the repeated struggles, looking at the baby that the midwife held in front of him, looking at his "little **" who represented the role of inheritance, her face covered with sweat and already frighteningly pale, finally showed a smile of relief.

"The child's father, have you seen it, I gave birth to a son to your Lei family, I finally gave birth to a son to your Lei family, and our Lei family has a queen!"

With a heartfelt smile, this woman who was finally relieved fell into a sweet sleep with a muttering voice. The child's father, on the other hand, remained silent, for he was just a lifeless place that could only stand quietly on a rough wooden table. There were only two little girls lying outside the door, poking their heads curiously to see what their little brother really looked like.

The widow gave birth to a posthumous child who could be passed on to the next generation, and I believe that it is the greatest blessing for anyone to experience a blessing from heaven after experiencing misfortune. At the time of the boy's full moon, according to Chinese customs, the woman, who finally had a son of her own, invited the village chief and, under his guidance, piled up some things in front of the child.

According to Chinese custom, if a child catches something on the day of the full moon, he is likely to do something in the future. So this woman who wants her son to become a dragon even tried her best to put a brush in front of the child that almost became a light rod, if the child can really grasp this brush, he may be able to be a scholar in the future, leave this too poor and barren land, and live a decent life.

Of course, it's not bad to grab that little basket of flowers, which means that the child will become a skilled technician in the future, and he will be able to eat and wear no matter where he goes. If it really doesn't work, then grab that little hoe and be an honest farmer, as long as you farm diligently, you can marry a wife and have children, and pass on the family to the next generation......

In such an important ceremony as the full moon catch, even the two daughters were kicked out of the house by the woman. put the child who had just turned old on the bed, and then put a bunch of all kinds of worthless but condensed the good hopes and wishes of the mountain people in front of this little guy, and the people who were qualified to stay in the house stared at the children with wide eyes and carefully waited for the child to make a "lifelong" choice.

Newborn children will always be full of curiosity about unfamiliar, seemingly dangerous things, the first thing they catch is often the most favorite in their subconscious, and more acceptable, under this premise, the "full moon catch" this kind of ritual, there is really a little bit of a strange color of the accurate surname.

The baby, who was only a month old, writhed his body on the bed until everyone could see that his neck was sore, but his little hands never fell on the objects. After playing like this for a while, the child seemed to be tired of playing, and arched back into the small futon by himself, and began to snort happily.

After the full moon to carry out the "full moon catching" ceremony, but the child did not grab a single item, facing such a scene, everyone in the room was a little dumbfounded.

"Village Chief!" At this time, the child's mother even trembled a little, "This child doesn't catch anything, if he really doesn't want anything, he can't learn anything, shouldn't he do anything in the future, can only be a second-rate son who eats and drinks everywhere, right?" ”

"This ......"

When he was young, he was a porter, he once traveled south and north to see a lot of knowledge, and even apprenticed to the village chief who was a fortune teller for a few days, grabbing a piece of his gray hair hard, facing this situation, looking at the child's mother and his mother have begun to tremble, at this time, how dare the village chief lightly judge the child's life? If this child is really a second-rate son who eats and drinks and has nothing to do in the future, who else would dare to marry his daughter to him? In this case, didn't their Lei family make it clear that they were going to break off? !

The village chief muttered to himself, "This is really amazing! I've grown so big, and I've never seen a full moon catch without even a single gadget! ”

At this time, the door of the room was pushed open, and a small head timidly poked in, stared at the child's mother, and said cautiously: "Mother, I'm hungry!" ”

It was only at this time that the child's mother remembered that she had been driving her two daughters out for a long time, and it was already past the time to eat. Looking at her daughter with a look of anticipation, the child's mother sighed softly, her two daughters, after all, the eldest was only seven years old, she said softly: "There are cooked sweet potatoes in the kitchen, you and your sister can eat them separately." ”

"Thank you, mother!"

As soon as the little girl heard that there was a boiled sweet potato, her face was full of happiness, and at this time she suddenly remembered something, and ran to the side of the bed at a trot, and put a toy made of corn stalks on the bed, "This is what Xiaodong taught me to do, mother, do you think I will give it to my brother?" ”

The child's mother had not yet had time to speak, just now he was hiding in the futon, and the child who was snoring happily was woken up by a small noise, he saw the new toy that the little girl put on the bed, and a trace of excitement flashed in his eyes, and before everyone had time to stop it, he stretched out his little hand and grabbed the toy that had just been put on the bed and made of corn stalks.

He finally caught his gift in the full moon.

Faced with this scene, the eyes of everyone in the room widened.

Looking at the things he was holding in his hands, the corners of the child's mother's mouth kept trembling, and she suddenly slapped her daughter's face hard, and the little girl was caught off guard, and she slapped herself four or five steps away, and her feet were soft and fell heavily to the ground.

The child's mother stretched out her hand and covered her face, the little girl whose tears were already rolling in her eyes, but did not dare to let them fall, cried loudly: "You broom star, you want your brother to die like this, you wish he died, right?" If you curse my brother to death, I don't believe that you will be able to live in peace in the future! ”

Grabbing the bald brush, whose hopes had been completely shattered, the child's mother aimed at her daughter and smashed it hard, and the brush, which had long lost its meaning, after hitting the little girl's head, jumped up with a soft sigh, and drew a few small circles in the air before falling to the ground.

The village looked at the toy made of corn stalks that the child pinched in his hand, and after a long time, he sighed and said, "Big sister, don't blame the girl, it's all fate!" Otherwise, why did the child crawl on the bed for a long time and not scratch anything? ”

What the boy had in his hand was a gun made of corn stalks!

This indicates that the boy's future career will inevitably be related to guns. In this barren mountain, there are not even larger beasts, let alone hunters who rely on the mountains to eat, and if you calculate it, it seems that the trade related to holding a gun is to eat the bowl of rice as a soldier.

Now in this chaotic world, there are wars everywhere, and people are dying everywhere. Even the people in the mountains who rarely have contact with the outside world know very well that being a soldier is to send them to death, that is, to be cannon fodder for the officials, even if they die, there will be no tombstones, dig a pit and throw the corpses of hundreds of people inside, and bury them casually is over!

The gun that is already in the hand will not change anything if it is put down.

The well-informed village chief, who could barely write his own name, pondered for a long time, and finally chose a rather loud name for the child...... Thunderstorm! What he meant was that he hoped that this child's life would be hard enough, and even if he really became a soldier in the future, he would be able to shake away those ghost-saunting ghosts, and finally be able to go home safely.

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