When the sun was about to go down, a simple grass hut for the night was erected, and it was a square house, the walls of which were tied together with branches and dense yellow thatch, impermeable but breathable.

There are also many square stones outside the wall to strengthen the wall, the four corners of the house are supported by eight thigh-thick tree trunks, the roof is made in a figure-eight shape, high in the middle, low around the periphery, and a thick layer of yellow thatch is placed on it, these yellow thatches are all placed in order from top to bottom, if it rains, the rain will flow slowly down the eaves along the direction of the grass due to the capillary phenomenon, and will not fall directly into the house from the gap between the grass and the grass.

This seemingly simple method worked very well, pressing a few pieces of stone on the grass to prevent the wind from blowing over the grass hut at night.

The children also dug a drainage ditch with hoes around the house, and if it rained heavily at night, the water would drain down the ditch and not into the hut.

The son who collected dry firewood had already picked up a large pile of dry firewood, which was piled up in front of the grass house, and a big fire was also lit in the house.

The father came over with a fishing rod and seven or eight fish, and was very happy to see all this, so he walked a few steps slowly to help Zhang Luo.

Grilled fish with fish soup is today's dinner.

The fish in the living water of the big river really taste great, there is no earthy smell of the fish in the mud pond, sprinkle a handful of salt, even if you are a fairy, you will not change it.

The firelight reflected the children's beaming faces, making it look peaceful and serene in the night.

After dinner, there was nothing else to do, nothing to do, only to arrange to stand guard.

Today went well, and my father said that it was very safe here, and there were no large animals to disturb him, so he arranged a two-to-two standing guard, that is, two people standing guard, two people sleeping and resting, and rotating once every hour.

Since the children were tired during the day, the father let the children sleep first, and he and his eldest son stood guard and arranged the three dogs in the three corners of the hut.

In the night in the mountains, there was no sound except the roaring of the river, and it was eerily quiet.

The father and son talked about each other, from the child's childhood, to the naughtiness of growing up, to the ability to grow up, and they talked endlessly.

The time of the night flowed slowly, and my father's satisfied cheeks slowly flushed.

Yes, isn't that how the days are, generation after generation, day after day, endlessly, and for a long time.

In the eyes of the child, he had never seen his father have so many thoughts, and he felt very strange, he knew that his father was usually busy with farm work, and he did not have the opportunity to show these rare things to farmers.

In the eyes of children, the father will always be the father, will never be old, will always be stronger than himself, more experienced, smarter, and more adequate, and will never be able to surpass his back.

The child looked at the swelling green tendons and bulging muscles on his hands, and then thought of his feat of doing the house with his bare hands today, and suddenly felt that he had grown up as an adult.

Thinking about this recent experience, I didn't feel tired, but it aroused the man's infinite ambition, yes, my father is old, and I should take over the burden on my father's shoulders.

The thoughts of the night and the heavy speech, the father and son are all worried, lamenting that life is too short, lamenting the cycle of life and death, and lamenting that the alternation of stars and moon makes people sad.

It was still the tip of his father's ear, he suddenly heard someone talking faintly outside, opened his ears and listened, sure enough, it was the whispering voice of several people, frowned, and shouted softly: "Not good, there is a problem", and picked up the killing knife at hand.

The son saw that it was not good, so he quickly picked up a sharp stick and bowed down to take precautions.

The hound reacted quickly, and when he saw that his master was nervous, he stood up, hunched over, ready to rush out and bite at any moment.

The father listened to the sound of talking outside, and his expression became extremely solemn, today this shack can't afford to stop any animal collisions, if you come in, it will be close hand-to-hand combat, and there will be no good end.

Thinking of this, the father's body couldn't help but tremble, and he had a premonition that something big was going to happen tonight, and shouted: "Get up quickly!" The two sons who were in a dream heard the thunderous sound, and a carp stood up directly from the dream, and reflexively picked up a stick and was about to rush out.

In this way, the father and son, and the three dogs, kept moving, ready for someone to rush at them, but no one came, and the sound of the voice was neither far nor near, as if they were standing still.

In the second half of the night, everyone's expressions were a little tired, after all, people couldn't hold on to the high tension for a long time, and their bodies didn't know whether the weather was getting cold or the temperature of the fire had dropped, and they felt a little cold, and everyone shrank together.

Suddenly, there was the sound of "ping-pong" stones falling on the roof, one after another, continuously, adding new pressure to the already tense atmosphere, and the youngest son even had the mind to cry, and secretly thought: "I don't know who is throwing stones at us." ”

My father has never encountered such a great pressure, since there are outsiders who come but do not come in, but use the method of smashing stones to bully them, fortunately the roof is paved with a layer of stone slabs, otherwise at this time the stones fall I don't know who will fall on whose head, what is even more infuriating is that at this time the enemy situation is unknown, and the night is not bright, can not rush out to find the enemy to fight, can only be next to each other in this small thatched hut.

Anger is anger, fear is fear, hold on.

This tense atmosphere lasted until dawn, until the sound of smashing stones died down, but the sound of talking continued.

When they could see the outside of the house, the children couldn't help it and rushed out with their father.

After coming to the house, the cold wind was biting, and the wind swept the goose feathers and heavy snow in the face, blowing through the cracks in the stones, making a whining sound, and the world under the sky was white and clean, and suddenly entered the winter from autumn to winter.

Everything outside the house is silent, there are no beasts, and there are no other people.

They peeled away the snow and saw a thick layer of hail close to the lawn, the size of a thumb.

Looking at all this, everyone suddenly understood that last night was not anyone making trouble at all, but the wind blew the stones and the hail hit the hut, and they were all startled by the snow.

Walking through the thick snow, the father arranged for a dog to guard the hut and walked downstream along the river with his three sons and two dogs.

After walking a stone's throw away, this small lawn came to an end where it was now snowy.

They don't know what their father brought them here for.

While everyone was wondering, my father ran and jumped onto a colorful boulder by the river, jumped forward from the boulder and disappeared.

The children and the dog hurriedly ran to keep up, and it turned out that it was a road blocked by a boulder, and on this side of the boulder was a lawn, and on the other side of the boulder was another piece of the world, which was also white, but slightly larger than this side.