The afternoon sun lazily sprinkled down through the cracks in the clouds, drawing regular bright spots on this not vast field surrounded by high mountains on all sides, and sprinkled on the only small village in the middle of the field, mottled with patches of black and bright colors, which were the bright light reflected by the bright black tiles of the village.

Occasionally, a sound or two of small dogs barked from the village.

It wasn't late, but there were already smoke rising from the roofs of one or two houses, and in the sunlight they were tossing and turning up the clouds like a green dragon flying through the clouds, and then becoming part of the clouds.

It was supposed to be a warm autumn afternoon.

But the black clouds pressed over like a mountain.

At first, a smaller cloud was about to move and try to swallow the larger cloud that was close to it, and it rolled and stretched its body as far as it could towards the large cloud, just like the deformable insect in the water devouring its prey.

Yet it still overestimated its size, and its outstretched body was so thin that it shattered into small crumbles after swallowing half of it.

"It's a suffocation. Twenty-eight witnessed the small cloud trying to swallow the big cloud instead of breaking into small pieces and being swallowed by the big cloud, and then he saw that the big cloud that had just swallowed a cloud seemed to be aroused and began to devour the other clouds that came near it.

Then, the clouds formed a black mountain that hung high in the air, and pressed against the only small village, a small village with almost no support.

"Death, this is going to change the sky. Twenty-eight saw that the clouds were as high as the mountains, and wider than the small plain that he had never stepped out of a few times in his life, so he pressed over without any disguise, coughed softly, and then cleared his throat, and unhurriedly stood up from the stump of the tree that had been broken into three and half of the low wall that had been polished by his ass for many years, and habitually brushed it behind with his right hand, although the already shiny stump did not leave anything on his ass.

"It's going to change the sky~~!" In this way, a sound like a dry howl, and like a whimper, otherwise it was like being choked by the neck, and the duck that couldn't make a sound was desperately trying to call out, and the sky above the small village reverberated with the dry voice of Twenty-eight with a "sizzle" sound.

As Twenty-Eight began to crack his voice, chickens, ducks, dogs, and geese from near and far began to cry "quack, cluck, oh, woo", at first one or two small sounds, and then gradually became louder and louder, and more and more livestock participated in the chorus process that the village always came to sing about ten times eight times a year.

In the end, even the only two cows in the village, an old ox whose back has been arched high because of the plough for many years, and a little ox with white markings that it gave birth to at the beginning of last year, and can already do some less heavy work this year, they also began to be restless "Moo~!" and pulled their throats.

But there are exceptions, that is, the little white dog of the Twenty-Eight family, the one who was lazily lying next to the small stump, heard the voice of the Twenty-eight, and just lazily raised his eyes and glanced at its old owner Twenty-eight, and then seemed to snort lightly, raised his left front paw, put it on his ear, pressed down the ear that was originally supported, closed his eyes again, and continued to chase the black, with flickering big eyes and a crisp watery sound in the dream.

Twenty-eight is actually not old, just more than thirty to forty, but the years of this carving knife has left a deep ravine-like forehead on his forehead, the fishtail at the corners of the two eyes often comes to life with the smile of Twenty-eight shakes his head and swings his tail, even on his hands, there are green tendons, concave and convex like the high and low mountains around the fire field.

Yes, this small plain is called Huoyuan, why is it called Huoyuan? No one knows, but according to legend in the village, it is said that at some time in ancient times, there were two real dragons in the sky: a fire dragon and a water dragon, and the two dragons fought for control of this small plain, and the fire spewed out by the tyrannical fire dragon burned all the original living creatures on the plain, and the fire burned for hundreds of years before it gradually went out.

Twenty-eight did not believe in this legend.

"How many hundred years has it been burned, didn't it turn the entire Central Plains into a furnace earlier, and who else could survive?"

Twenty-eight did not believe that nature had his own basis, and no one refuted his basis, at least in the village, because it was said by Twenty-eight's son.

Twenty-eight's son is a legend in the village, that is, in the village of Huoyuan.

He didn't cry or laugh for a year after he was born, he couldn't speak at the age of three, and he learned to walk at the age of five, but by the age of seven, his son showed an amazing talent, and he only had to stretch out his thumb, dip his spit, and lift it into the air, and he could tell where the wind was blowing, how long it would blow, whether the wind could bring rain or harmful hail, and so on.

At the age of nine, the legend of Huoyuan Village did another earth-shattering thing, he said, the mountain to the west of Huoyuan Village can be split, and then build a road to the outside, so that Huoyuan Village does not have to spend days and nights over the mountains and mountains. And he did what he said, leading a dozen and a half small followers in the village, pouting with tools such as hoes and shovels that were taller than them, and in ten days, he pulled out a hole half a man high and could accommodate three ox carts in and out, although the hole was only three or four feet deep.

But it's hard to think, how difficult it must be for a dozen little kids to dig such a big hole in ten days? Or to put it another way, how easy is the soil of that field to be pulled down?

So the villagers who were suspicious began to pick up their tools and join the ranks of splitting the mountain when they were idle.

So, after three years of work, the western mountain was really split, not to be exact, but to dig a tunnel two people high and three ox carts wide that led straight to the outside. And the amazing thing is that only that hole is easy to dig, a few feet to the left or a few feet to the right, it is full of that kind of large boulders, not a few feet and a few feet of stones, but at least a hundred feet wide.

The elders in the village all said that this kid was the reincarnation of the ancient water dragon, and it was the kind water dragon who was reincarnated in order to make up for the damage caused by his fight with the fire dragon.

It's just that no one expected that the mountain was split with a hole, and it was through, but the entrance of the cave was a cliff, bottomless, and covered with clouds and mist all year round.

"Who can be innocent?" said the old man of the village, "since the mountain can be split, then you can build a road down!" ”

So at this moment, the children of the twenty-eight families are leading the strong laborers in the village to build roads outside the mountains, and the families who smoke early in the afternoon are their turn to deliver food to the men who are building the roads. Da Lang said, after dinner, it will take more than an hour before it will be dark, and when it is dark, Yueniang will come to give them the lamp, and they can work for an hour and then come back.

Twenty-eight has also changed from a prodigal who was seen and hid in the village to a very powerful figure in the village.

All of this is fate.

Twenty-eight, who was pacing in the village with his hands behind his back and shouting at the door, thought so. If it weren't for the snow day that year, I picked this kid back from the mountain with kindness, maybe I could only drag a body that couldn't work to ask for food from door to door, or go to the mountains to dig up some leftover kudzu knots to fill my belly.

Twenty-eight has no surname, and he is not a native of this village.

Twenty-eight followed his mute Ada from outside the mountains to the mountains, and his mute Ada was also a loving father in the eyes of the old people in the village, although Twenty-eight didn't even know what his mute Ada looked like.

When Twenty-Eight was still in his infancy, the mute Ah Da hugged him, stumbled in a snowy night, came to the village and knocked on the door of the old village chief in the east of the village, and after babbling for a long time, he closed his eyes forever.

Perhaps, the dumb Ah Da is not the Twenty-Eight Ah Da, but who knows? It's just that it's not Ah Da who insists on bringing the child out of the way of life, so who is it?

The dying Twenty-Eight grew up eating the hundred family meals in the village, because of the encounter when he was a child, maybe he fell ill at that time, and Twenty-eight's hands and feet have not been able to work at all. When I was a child, it was okay to eat 100 family meals, but when I grew up, I still ate 100 family meals, and then I began to gradually attract people's eyes and coldness.

So, Twenty-Eight began to go around to the field to find food, and the lack of strength in his hands and feet was not the strength, but it was okay to dig some kudzu, pick some wild fruits, and dig out the bird's nest, so on a snowy day, Twenty-eight found a boy with a purple face who was frozen wrapped in a rag, because it was so similar to his own fate, so Twenty-eight took the little guy back without the slightest hesitation.

So there are twenty-eight families.