Zhangjia Village, Qinghu Mountain

The sky was gradually whitening, and in the thatched house, on a small bed made of wooden planks by the window, a petite man suddenly opened his eyes, his eyes were rolling, and his little hands were rubbing his stomach.

Hungry!

At the age of six, when he began to grow his body, he drank half a bowl of porridge at night and slept until dawn, but he woke up hungry.

She hesitated for a moment, looked at the two sisters sleeping on the big wooden bed on the side, remembered that the sisters were also half a bowl of porridge at night, weren't they hungry?

She got up quietly, the plank squeaked, she grinned and muttered to herself, even if she was a daughter who was not invited to see her, but as a carpenter family, let the child sleep on the plank, even if it was still a squeaky plank, don't you feel ashamed of the carpenter's face?

"Sister, why are you going?" the voice of the eldest sister Zhang Zhaodi came in a daze.

"I went to the latrine. She quickly got up, put on her shoes and walked to the door, pulled open the creaking door, and rushed out.

The voice of the second sister Zhang Pandi came from behind, "The commotion in the middle of the night, I drank half a bowl of porridge at night, and I can go to the toilet, this is how panicked I eat." Ignore her, go to sleep, seeing that it is almost dawn, she must have woken up hungry and went out to steal melons and pick dates. ”

When she heard this, she shrank her neck and stuck out her tongue secretly, with a look of adoration. The second sister is mighty, and she is right in one word!

Standing in the courtyard of his house, take a look around, the house surrounded by a fence, the thatched main house is the bedroom of Zhang Haishan and his wife, the three sisters sleep in the thatched house built on the west side, the kitchen and firewood room on the east side, and a row of sheds next to the gate on the south side, with wood and some carpentry belongings below.

Her name is Zhang Yuanqian, the third daughter of Zhang Haishan and his wife, and she has two older sisters, named Zhang Zhaodi and Zhang Pandi.

From the names of the two older sisters, it can be seen that the father wants a younger brother.

It's a pity that her mother was angry and gave birth to her. So when she was three years old, she still didn't have a name, and everyone in the village was Zhang Sanya, and Zhang Sancub called her.

I heard that later, my mother still couldn't see it, so she begged her father to give her a big name.

My father drank too much wine that day, and when he looked over in a daze, he saw that she was crawling all over the yard, with a dirty little face on her face, her father frowned, and muttered, "What name do you need to lose money to get something, it's called losing money." After saying that, he fell asleep.

My mother is a standard woman under the traditional education in the countryside, and she never dares to say "no" to her own men.

What's more, in rural customs, she always thinks that she is wrong if she can't give birth to a son. Therefore, although I felt that it was not good for my daughter to have this name, I didn't dare to say anything.

So, from that day on, she had an official name, called Zhang Lost Money.

There was certainly no food left in the kitchen, and she didn't go to the front door, but went straight to the place near the thatched house and the fence, and she pulled and pulled to widen the gap between the fence and reveal a hole, and she got out of it.

As soon as she came out, she went straight to the river at the head of the village. At this time, the weather is sunny and warm, and the little white striped fish in the river is the time to be fat.

She had just gotten a fish pocket in the river before she got home last evening, and she should have caught something now!

Passing by a cornfield, the corn has begun to fill the grain, she broke a corn, peeled off the layers of leaves, put it directly in her mouth to gnaw, tender and sweet, a stream of clear juice poured into her mouth.

It's a pity that the corn that has just started to fill the grain, how much to eat is a stream of sweet water, not to feed the stomach, not as good as the corn after maturity, the grains are full and sweet, at that time break a few corn, boiled or roasted to eat are extremely delicious.

Thinking of the sweet aroma of boiled corn, my stomach gurgled and I screamed uncontrollably. She pressed her stomach and ran down the field path, and the sound of the river flowing at the head of the village was already heard.

Peeling open a row of reeds, you can see the sparkling river, glowing with white brilliance, rushing by, I don't know where I came from, I don't know where I'm going.

When I came to the river, I walked a dozen steps along the riverbank, and a wooden stick was stuck in the mud with a hemp rope tied to it.

Her eyes lit up, she pulled up the wooden stick and rolled the rope, and a fish basket the size of her arm was lifted out of the water, and the river leaked down, leaving only fish, shrimp and crabs, etc., and weighed it, and it had to weigh two catties. Enough for a full meal, she squinted and laughed, her little tongue licking the corners of her mouth subconsciously.

Suddenly, a "hissing" sound came from the reeds on the side, and the reeds a little farther away around her automatically shook a few times without wind.

A cold chill rushed from her back to the top of her head, she grabbed the fish pocket, her whole body stiffly stood still, her neck was fixed, her eyes were twisted to look over there, her calves and stomach twitched, and all that came out of her mind was the ghost story of the village adults about the water ghost looking for a stand-in.

I don't want to be okay, the more I think about it, the more I feel panicked, goosebumps rise layer after layer, the hand holding the fish pocket is like a swing, shaking uncontrollably, and the fish and shrimp in the pocket are shaken so much that they also crackle and jump, hitting the fish pocket and crackling.

Usually no one cares about this kind of voice, but now in such a quiet and terrifying moment, this sound has become a note of urgency.

Out of the corner of his eye, he saw that the reeds were swaying in the distance, but suddenly turned around and came back. Her eyes were dark, and her heart was finished, and this little life was sent to a few fish and shrimp.

The reeds swayed in front of her and suddenly stopped, and through a row of curtain-like reeds, she saw two green rays of light in the reeds, and looked straight at her, and the real gaze swept from the top of her head to the soles of her feet, and then fell to the fish pocket in her hand, the green light flashed, and a strange grunt came from the reeds.

The voice was dull and depressing, and she couldn't help but recall the sad sound of her stomach every day when she woke up hungry in the middle of the night and opened her eyes until dawn.

Okay, I see, are the water ghosts hungry too?

"I ...... I have a pound of fish and shrimp...... I hid a crockpot under the big willow tree, and I, um, my lord...... Do you want to eat it?"

God, what do you mean for me to eat?

She wants to cry, but what if the water ghost misunderstands and eats her?

"What's your name?"

The low, cold air currents instantly froze the reeds into ice sculptures of reeds, and the sound without temperature contained the threat of death, like a cold dagger slashing across her slender neck.

She shook into a sieve and hugged the fish pocket tightly, her face trying to pull out a smile that was more ugly than crying.

"My name is Zhang Lose Money. I can't eat it, I'll make it delicious, as long as you want to eat, I'll try to learn to make it, as long as you don't eat me, I can make you a lot of delicious food, and I promise not to have money, it's all for you to eat......"

"Good. A cold voice replied.

"It's all for you...... Well, what do you say, what's good, what's good?" her mind couldn't turn.

"You say that you will make me something to eat in the future, whatever I want to eat, you will work hard to make it for me, and it is free. There was a cold smile in her voice, and she seemed to see the end of the world. It said slowly, "So, I said, okay." ”

She hugged the fish pocket, feeling inexplicably sad and indignant, God, in order to survive, how many unequal agreements did she promise?!

The reeds split in two, and the white figure jumped out, squatting in front of her petite body, her gaze level with hers, her snow-white fur glowing white in the moonlight, and its five tails swaying behind it, it looked down on the petite man with noble and reserved eyes, her green eyes squinted and smiled, and the corners of her mouth grinned, leaking out a row of sharp teeth, and the teeth glowed with a cold white light.

With a grunt, she sat down on the ground and looked at a five-tailed white-haired fox coming out of the reeds.

Moreover, this fox speaks human language.