To the south of Linxian, there is a low-lying city located in the basin, called Jing River. The Jing River is a diversion of the middle reaches of the Chijiang River, and the runoff of this city has become the source of the city's water veins. Thirty miles north outside Jinghe City, there is a village of less than 100 people, called Yujia Village.

The people in Yujia Village, all surnamed Yu, make a living by growing buckwheat and corn. Whether it is in Jinghe City or outside the city of Yujia Village, villages such as Yujia Village are planted all over the city, and trees such as willows and dragons grasp locust to prevent waterlogging.

Surrounded by these waterlogging resistant forests, Yujia Village has become a tiny, isolated place.

It would be difficult for people outside to walk through the woods to find this place without guidance.

And few of the people inside want to run out.

Until three days ago, the mountain bandits set fire and set the whole forest on fire.

The villagers of Yujia Village were forced to put out the fire, and when they saw that the fire was out of control, they could only drag their families out and go to Jinghe to get water to relieve the fire.

The fire burned for a day and a night, and when the trees were reduced to ashes and the feet were scorched, the fire finally went out.

On the way back to the village, the villagers saw many charred corpses, and their posture was not painful and distorted by the fire, but more like they had died when the fire burned them.

In the pile of charred corpses, on the land adjacent to the entrance of the village, the villagers found a dying man choked by smoke and his body seemed to have been burned by fire.

The dust on his face was mixed with blood, showing some dry cracks.

Yu Datou, the village head, personally organized several men in the village and carried them back.

The man was seriously injured, covered with traces of fighting, seeing that the weapons in his hands were not quite similar to the weapons that appeared next to those charred corpses, Yu Datou thought to himself, I am afraid that he didn't save a murderer with excellent kung fu skills, and killed people all the way to this point, I don't know if he will take revenge in the future when he wakes up to recuperate?

Yu Datou is middle-aged, with five sons under his knees, the youngest has not yet been weaned, and being able to be the head of this village is completely authentic in his daily life, and he is also loyal, no matter whose parents are short, he can persuade a few words to help people unravel. The villagers have been trusting for a long time, so as soon as the original old village chief passed away, they chose him to be him.

The old village chief had no children and no wife in his life, and when he was young, he took the villagers to Yujia Village to develop the village and plant waterlogging-resistant willows, so that the villagers of Yujia Village could resist the past and harvest after several severe floods.

After the old village chief passed away, Yu Datou became the new village head, so he put the old village chief into his ancestral hall, and the family worshiped it together.

Right now, he has saved someone, although he can't figure out the identity of this person, but he can be regarded as doing his best.

The man with a dirty face and wounds lay down for two days, and only gradually woke up on the third day.

"Alas, great man, you are awake!"

Yu Datou led the men to reclaim the land outside, and the fields in the village were not much damaged, so they had to transplant as many willows as possible before they were scooped up, otherwise this year's harvest would be ruined.

Guarding the comatose man is Yu Datou's eldest daughter, Yu Le.

The girl, like his father, was simple and kind, and when she saw that he was awake, she drew water for him to wipe his face, and poured him boiling well water, and let him drink it.

Well, it's always right to drink plenty of water.

The smell of blood on the man's body was a little stinky, and their family was afraid of hurting people, so they only bandaged it simply, and they didn't dare to turn over the body to wipe him and change his clothes.

The consciousness of the awakened person has been blurry, and he mutters something in his mouth.

Yu Le couldn't hear clearly, and she didn't care, but she fed him buckwheat porridge again, and when he lay down to sleep again, she closed the door and left, and went outside to help everyone sweep up the soil together.

It is not easy to replant the trees, not to mention that they have to transplant them, and they don't know where to find so many adult willows to carry them for a while. The villagers of the whole village were anxious, thinking that they could do a little more, and the girls and mothers-in-law would come out to help if they were fine, so that the women would turn over the soil, and the men would be able to free up their hands to go to the outskirts of Jinghe City to have a look, and strive to move a few more trees.

When Yu Le arrived at the entrance of the village, he saw Yu Datou explaining to a group of women, children and children.

She leaned over and listened to the lecture together.

After Yu Datou finished explaining, he saw Yu Le in the crowd, beckoned to her, and motioned her to come over.

"Girl, why are you here? The man woke up? ”

"When I woke up, I wiped it, changed your clothes, fed me some food, and went to sleep again. He doesn't look sober. This mother still has to feed Xiaobao at home, I'll come over and see if there is anything I can help. ”

"Eh, then be careful, we've all paid homage to the cemetery in the woods at the back of the digging village. But it's still heavy, if you turn over something when you turn over the soil, don't be afraid, wait for your father to come back and say goodbye. Yu Datou explained, and at the same time he was about to lead the men in the village away, "If I haven't come back after dark, don't wait for me, take the people in the village back, go back to their own homes, and eat their own meals." ”

He tugged at the hem of Yu Le's coarse cloth shirt to make it look smoother, "You too, go home early if you're fine, your mother won't eat if the child is not there." Remember? ”

Yu Le nodded and said yes, and said that he had written it down.

This came and went, and when the sun set and dusk approached, Yu Le carried a hoe and returned home so tired that he couldn't straighten his waist, and the night was almost completely dark.

She accompanied her mother to dinner with another young sister, and then remembered that the one in the guest room seemed to have not moved for a day.

So after settling the family, she fetched water again and went to the man's house with buckwheat porridge.

The door was slightly open, and she pushed it open, and the night breeze poured in, and the room was empty.

Yu Le was stunned, and hurriedly called her mother, she hadn't seen anyone come out at home all afternoon, and she couldn't tell when people were gone.

The mother and daughter then checked the place where the money and silver were put on weekdays, and the silver was a lot of money.

Yu Le was a little relieved, but he was inevitably worried, the person was so seriously injured, and he didn't know how to go, so he didn't care well, and he was afraid that he wouldn't be able to hold it long after he went out. I hope the Bodhisattva will bless him, and he will have his own creation.

Yu Le entered the house, cleaned up the broken dirty clothes that the man had changed during the day, and took them to the yard to be washed. At this moment, the clothes were in my hands, and I realized that the fabric of the clothes was of high quality, and if I wore it for work, it was not only decent, but also very breathable.

Well...... Yu Le picked up the robe in the laundry tub and looked at it carefully, this clothes can still be used to replenish it.

She thought that her father's old clothes had been worn away, and she had to make another spare. Since the man didn't take it away, it wouldn't be a waste to take it for himself to be useful.

Thinking of this, she washed more carefully and gently, lest the tears in her robe become even bigger.

Under the vast night of the full moon, some people are wearing clothes, some people are carrying trees, some people are coaxing babies to sleep, and some people are holding sabers, muddy and difficult to move forward.

He dragged his wounds, tired of hunger and weeping, and staggered away in spite of the pain.

"Go back." He muttered repeatedly, "Go back." ”