The wind blew through the last dead leaves on the trees, and the weather was getting cooler, and people knew that another year was about to pass.

This year's snow came quickly, and before people could get ready, it suddenly fell.

Winter in the north is not like in the south, the snow in the south is soft, falling lightly, and on people, pedestrians will not feel a trace of it. The young lady of the rich and noble family often holds up an umbrella, puts on a gorgeous coat, walks on the bridge, the street, and enjoys the snowy scene, which is very pleasant.

The snow in the north is very hard, with the bitter wind, thorns in the face and piercing you, in this world, some people have a good life, they are born rich, on the contrary, some people are born poor. In the north, there are often some poor people who are silent on snowy nights, so some people have to do their best to live, and if they are not careful, they may be covered by the merciless snow outside, hiding under the thick white layer.

In a ruined temple on the hill of White Horse Town, the wind leaks on all sides, the wind blows the dilapidated roof, squeaking, and three old beggars huddle under the tattered Bodhisattva, lighting a pile of unprosperous fires, roasting a bitter snake, maybe the hole for hibernation has not been chosen. Let these three old beggars dig it out,

The three old beggars rubbed their red and purple hands vigorously, wrapped in black and tattered clothes layer by layer, staring at the meat on the fire, this is their life-saving straw, in this ghost weather, they may finish this meal, and the next meal does not know when to wait.

"The third child, the firewood is almost gone, you go to pick up some outside the broken temple, and the second child and I will tear off the cloth on it to see if we can tear it off, pull it and wrap it around us." The old beggar on the left rubbed his face, put his hand in his cuff, and touched the beggar in the middle with his elbow.

The beggar in the middle tightened the rags on his body, stood up with difficulty, and walked towards the gate of the ruined temple with heavy steps.

The old beggar stood at the door, looked at the sky with cloudy eyes, and muttered, "This ghost weather, don't give me a little way to live for the old man." ”

Then he looked around, turned around and scolded the two people who were standing on the platform and desperately reaching the strips of cloth on the roof, "A turtle, such a big and thick snow, where do you tell Lao Tzu to find firewood, I don't think it's tossed, tear down this broken door and burn it, anyway, it's useless to block the wind, it's better to burn the fire." ”

The boss patted the dirt on his hands, "No matter how you say it, it will work, you go to the back to see if there are any branches that have been crushed by the snow, and you really haven't burned this door again." ”

"Oh, Buddha, let me live, little old man. At this time, the second child made a wish to the Buddha statue with a strip of cloth.

The old beggar at the door reluctantly offered his body, and walked out, the road was shallow and deep, and in just a few steps, the old beggar felt that his feet were frozen into stones, and his feet swished on the snow, which made the old man very uneasy, as if he was urging his life.

Staggered to the back of the ruined temple, the mountain was white, and many small branches were bent down, but they were still not broken. The old man walked forward again and still there was nothing, his feet were already frozen, then he rubbed his hands, turned around and wanted to go back, thinking about burning the broken door a little.

At this time, the old man who had just turned around swept his eyes and found that there were a few red traces on the ground not far away, and the old man carefully looked around again, and there was no shadow of a person, or an animal. The old man then limped over, fixed his eyes, and suddenly fell to the ground in fright.

It was actually a patch of blood, and the blood fell and melted the snow out of the snow cave, and the blood in it was now frozen and hard, and it was covered with a thin layer of fine snow. The old man didn't have time to struggle to escape in a hurry, but he ran too quickly, stepped into the snow pit, stumbled, and planted himself on the ground again.

The old man lifted his head from the cold snow and was just about to get up, when he heard a few baby cries, and the old man trembled and searched for the stone not far from the bloodstain.

The wind gradually stopped, the old man slowly walked towards the big stone, and hurried the cat in the snow, thought about it and was afraid that there was an outlaw hiding behind, and he had the intention of retreating, this ghost weather, barren mountains and mountains, how could anyone come here with a baby bleeding, maybe it was the trafficker who stole a baby and was found and chased here.

"Wow wow~" is getting louder and louder, "If someone can't make this sound louder and louder." The old beggar quietly got up and walked towards the stone again, and slowly walked around the stone to see that there was a baby wrapped in a golden cloth in the snow, and there was still blood around it, but there was nothing but blood. The old beggar picked up the baby and fled to the temple without thinking about it.

"I said, let you pick up a few firewood, you are only coming back now, my second brother and I thought that you old bones really didn't last even this little time and were buried in the snow, and became a lonely ghost. The beggar in the temple saw a figure running in the white snow at the door and said.

"There's a ghost firewood on this snowy day, but I'll pick one up for you to see. So said the old beggar ran to the fire, put the baby in his arms before them, and hurried over it.

The two old beggars looked at the baby in surprise in surprise, and the second child hurriedly grabbed him, "The third child, where did you pick it up, didn't you steal it? ”

The third child glanced at him, "In this barren mountain and wild mountains, where does Lao Tzu steal a child?" ”

The boss thought for a while, "Look at the cloth wrapped in this child, it's not easy to see it, isn't it the young lady of that big family, unmarried and pregnant, afraid of losing the face of the family, come to this barren mountain and wilderness, and secretly bring this child down?"

"I don't know, anyway, there are blood stains all around this child, there is no one, and the person with this child is almost dead. Then the third child picked up the baby and groped in the swaddling clothes, "Hey? ”

The eldest and second hurriedly approached, only to see the third child take out a piece of delicate and moist white jade from the swaddling clothes, this white jade is the size of a thumb, extremely transparent, and also emits this heat, which is almost the reason why this baby can survive in the snow.

"Ouch, baby, baby!" The three of them looked at the white jade with bright eyes, and even if they didn't know how precious the white jade was, they knew that it was not simple.

The three beggars were shocked by the white jade and didn't dare to speak anymore, they all stared at the white jade tightly, and the second child was the first to react, "This jade, what should we do with this child?"

"Although this jade pendant is a treasure, it's useless for us to keep it in our hands, it's better to find a place to sell it, exchange it for some real money, and be rich." The third child put the baby down and looked at the two of them.

"What about this child?" the third child stretched out his dark and rough finger and tapped the baby's forehead.

"Since you pick it up, you can't throw it away. The Boss looked at the baby.

"We can't live anymore and still have to support him?"

"Who said that you want to raise it, when the weather is good, even this child will find someone to sell it together, we don't have to raise it, this child has survived, it is considered to accumulate some virtue, and in the future, I will go down to the underworld and say that the king of Yama has it. ”

"Okay......