"Xiaofeng, bring me a bowl of noodles, hurry up, I have to hurry up and finish eating the rabbit in Yunxia Mountain, this day is getting cold, and after a while, when the snow covers the mountain, I can't go up." I saw a burly man sitting down on the bench and said to the stall boy.

"Hehe, Uncle Wang, wait a minute, eat my noodles, make sure you return with a full load today... The young man was also accustomed to seeing the big man in front of him, and while responding, his hands kept moving. After a while, a bowl of hot noodles was served in front of the big man.

Wind and Thunder Village - one of the eighteen prefectures of Kyushu in the Tiangan Continent, one of the Jiayun Mansion A small remote mountain village, surrounded by mountains, most of the residents rely on farming, hunting in exchange for income, a small number of foot merchants, relying on the animal skins obtained by the hunters in the village, or the products of the good harvest of the farmers, and maintain contact with the outside economy, so the foot merchants are also well-informed in the town, there are people who ask about the university, from time to time to bring back some strange things, but also make the residents yearn for the outside world, but due to the continuation of the ancestors, most of the residents are still content with the status quo, just by the novelty of the hook, some time later will still return to the original state, continue to male farming and female weaving, the work of passing on the family lineage.

And the boy who cooks noodles, surnamed Qin, has a single name. Speaking of the origin of the teenager, the villagers will also talk about it after tea and dinner. Sixteen years ago, one morning, it was the autumn harvest season, people as usual, ready to start a day's work, on the bluestone slab at the head of the village, in a swaddling clothes, curled up a baby boy, but also strange, the baby boy looked pitiful, like an abandoned thing placed at will, did not cry or make trouble, a pair of big eyes dripping with the surrounding onlookers and villagers turned. The baby boy is tied with a red rope around his neck all over his body, a piece of iron the size of a fingernail is strung on it, and one side of the iron piece is engraved with the word "Qin", and the baby boy is like being blown by the autumn wind, so the villagers call him - Qin Feng. It is said that the young man is also hard-fated, he has drunk the milk of the owner, eaten the bran of the south, and has grown up day by day, just like the son of Fenglei Village, eating a hundred family meals, and there is no disease and no pain, so after 16 years, relying on his own diligence, he set up a small noodle stall in the village. Eat 100 families, live in 100 families, so the residents of the small village sometimes call him "Qin Baijia", and the young man happily agreed.

It's just that after the stall is closed, when there is no one around, the young man will still hold the iron piece, sit quietly on the bluestone slab at the head of the village, and look up at the starry sky. "Baijia, in the end... I...... Which one does it belong to?"

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"Xiaofeng, I'm going up the mountain, wait for Uncle Wang to come back and bring you two rabbit skins, anyway, the rabbit skins can't be sold at a good price these days, maybe you can use them for the winter." There was not even soup left in the bowl in front of the big man, so he picked up his bow, threw down a copper plate, and strode out without looking back, saying as he went.

The young man smiled on his face, and while cleaning up the dishes and chopsticks, he said, "Okay, Uncle Wang, that's decided." ”

While picking up the copper plate, he carefully put it into the small wooden barrel next to the noodle stove, and said silently in his heart: "It's soon, it's fast." The boy has always had a wish in his heart, when he has saved enough, he must go outside and look for his parents, even if he knows that the abandonment of the year must be a last resort, he also wants to hear it from his parents.

It is also miraculous to say, the boy has never learned how to make noodles, but when he was a child, he watched the aunt of the Zhou family in the west of the village make gnocchi, so he studied and explored by himself, and the noodles made were strong and refreshing, although they were not bigger than big fish and meat, but they were fragrant and had a long aftertaste. It's like the life of a teenager in the past 16 years, simple and resilient. The simple villagers also seem to know the young man's thoughts, although he has always been helping the young man, but he also eats noodles a lot, and the young man can never shirk it, so he can only be silently grateful.

The stove is constantly steaming, the villagers come and go, and from time to time children play and play, and the small village is peaceful.

An old man came to the noodle stall slowly and leisurely with his hands behind his back, and said to the young man who was wiping the table: "Xiaofeng, old man, I'm here to eat noodles again, give me more soup, you can ask for less noodles, the old man can point to your noodles for immortality." ”

When the young man heard this, he seemed to remember something: "Grandpa the village chief, it's good that you reminded me." The speed of the hand increased, three times five divided by two a bowl of noodles was ready, before I had time to cover the lid of the stove, a large section of smoke ran out, and my mouth kept saying: "Grandpa the village chief, you eat slowly, I'm going to the village... ”

"This kid is in a hurry. "Help the young man cover the lid of the noodle stove, and then slowly sit down to eat noodles, the old man is the head of Fenglei Village. On weekdays, they are very thrifty, only one day will come to the boy's noodle stall, that is, every day when the village foot merchant returns to the village, he must know the yearning of the young man's heart, whenever the foot merchant returns to the village, the old village chief will come on purpose, on the surface to eat noodles, but actually to remind the boy.

"But this kid makes really good noodles, if it weren't for the tigress at home, I would like to eat it every day, old man." The old village chief thought of the tigress at home, and the wrinkles on his face seemed to be deeper, and he said silently in his heart.

In a small courtyard wooden house on the other side, an old woman was busy in front of the stove, and said straightly: "I heard that the foot merchant seems to have returned to the village, so it seems that there is no need to prepare the old immortal food today." After that, he continued to bury his head in busyness: "Xiaofeng, this child, when I hear the news outside, I feel better, I really feel better about this child." ”

At the head of the village, I saw a middle-aged man surrounded by big guys, the man carried a large covered bamboo basket on his back, covering it tightly, as if he didn't want to be seen by the onlookers so quickly The scenery in the bamboo basket was seen, stretching his waist, gulping down the water in the water bag taken from his waist, as if telling that he was tired, but his eyes were full of joy to go home, or the excitement of sharing the road with the villagers.

"Haha, folks, I've seen a lot when I went out this time, let me take a breath and give everyone one by one. The man laughed.

"Hu Dajia, you can hurry up, and bring some colorful things back, let's see, my old lady can say, if you see anything rouge and powder, you must get her some back." I saw a man in the crowd say loudly.

"Come on, Ercrooked, your old ladies must be afraid that you will go out to steal people, and want to dress themselves up and tie you to the house. Someone in the crowd shouted.

"Hahahaha, yes" "That's it" "Hahahaha", there was a echo from the crowd, laughing at the man who wanted to buy rouge gouache just now. The man also seemed to be in his mind, so he had to stop talking, but his eyes were still staring at the bamboo basket of the middle-aged man called Big Foot.

I don't know when, the young Qin Feng also appeared in the crowd, his face was full of hope, not because he was interested in the objects in the bamboo basket, but because he wanted to hear some news from the outside world from the middle-aged man who returned to the village, even if it was a little bit, even if he could imagine that these news could have a trace of contact with his parents in his heart, and he would also find a moment of satisfaction.

"Folks, this time I went out to find a lot of good things, this, is the recent popular farming in Jiayun Mansion, you can get some back to sow seeds, and so on next year we will have new food to try, I heard that the lord of the house from other states to find, many places in Jiayun Mansion have begun to sow seeds, because our Fenglei Village is located in a remote area, so this is for everyone to exchange back, the things planted are called beans and nettles, and the growth is very strong. Hu Dajia didn't seem to want to hang everyone's appetite, straightened his waist, took out a large bag of things from the bamboo basket, and said loudly.

"That's a good thing, Bigfoot, give me some. Someone in the crowd hurriedly said.

"I'll do it too. ”

"I want it too... ”

As night fell, Hu Dajia's "spoils" were basically shared with everyone, and with the introduction of Dajia during the period, it was nothing more than which place there were more beauties than usual, and which family passed by the village and whose children entered the mansion and so on.

The hundred teenagers were slightly disappointed and couldn't hear the news they expected, but then they were relieved, it seems that they have always been like this all these years, dull and impermanent.

"Xiaofeng, you wait. At this time, the sound of Hu Dajia came from the dispersed crowd.

"Uncle Hu, you call me?" A hint of joy flashed in the young man's eyes, as if there would be some good news waiting for him.

The man surnamed Hu saw the joy in the young man's eyes, and his face highlighted a trace of unbearability: "Xiaofeng, I'm sorry, I still haven't brought you any news about you, Uncle Hu will work hard, and he will definitely wait." This is a book that Uncle Hu went out to find for you this time, called "Kyushu Lu", which records some geographical information of Kyushu in the Tiangan Continent, which may be helpful to you in the future. With that, he shoved the book into the boy's hand.

"Book money, tomorrow morning, you will invite your Uncle Hu to eat a bowl of noodles, go out for a while, and blame you for the noodles made by your kid, haha. He also knew the purpose of the young man in front of him to save money, and the man said with a smile.

"Thank you, Uncle Hu!" the young man was full of gratitude, although he didn't know any news about himself, but it seemed that he was still moving forward step by step, even if it was a small inch.

"Uncle Hu, remember to come to eat noodles tomorrow, I'll go back first. The young man said, clenching the "Kyushu Lu" in his hand. I just want to go home in one step, so that I can see the outside world from the book.

"Okay! The man responded: "This kid is really fast." ”

- Back in the house, light the lamp, and the boy sits against the bed.