When everyone got there, my father turned his face and asked, "Are you cold?" The children said it was a little cold, and it would be nice to have a thick coat.

The father pointed to the distance with his hand, and saw a herd of white fluffy sheep shaving and grazing in the snow, and they all became excited.

It turns out that this is the place where my father and grandfather came, and these sheep were herded here many years ago, and they don't know how many generations.

The father hunted two sheep with them, skinned them, dried them over the fire, and gave them cotton clothes for the two sons, and divided the bear skin for the mattress in half, and also made cotton clothes for himself and one of his sons, and everyone warmed up.

A few days later, the lamb was almost finished, the snow was getting tighter and tighter day by day, and the cold wind blew through the rocks, making a "whine" sound.

Looking at the thick snow in the distance, the father remembered the old woman and the baby girl at home, and said, "Let's go home." The children also thought that it would be nice if they could bring their mother and sister to see such a beautiful scenery and such an interesting hunting experience.

That morning, after breakfast, they fed the dogs, took the last few pieces of mutton and set out on their way.

The snow is deep and slippery, very difficult to walk, they went straight to the afternoon before returning to the pot bottom hole, everything is fine, the entrance of the cave is still the same, the thick snow is peeled off, and there is no trace of animals entering.

That night they rested in the cave.

Because they were going home the next day, they were so excited that they couldn't sleep that night, and they scrambled to stand guard, and in the end it was my father who made the decision to stand guard in a ratio of three to one.

Of course, everything was calm that night, except for the cold wind blowing outside the cave, and the snow seemed to have stopped, except for the occasional "creak" of the snow breaking the branches during the night.

The next morning, the father and son and the three hounds walked on their way home, their steps were brisk and vigorous, and the children even hummed songs.

After walking for half a day, the snow had gradually lightened, and they did not feel tired at all.

On a mountain pass, there is a pass out of the mountain in the front, and a path into the mountain in the back, and this mountain pass is like a pass.

My father estimated that they would have to travel for more than half a day, and that they would be able to return home when it was dark, and that their steps would become lighter and stronger.

There are several piles of stones the size of a table on the col, and there is a five- or six-zhang long road that requires you to turn left and right when you walk through it. The old man at the front of the line had the sharpest eyes, and found a pile of things on the road, covered with a thin layer of snow, which should have been put away for a short time.

Everyone quickly walked over to see what it was, and my father hurriedly asked everyone to be on guard against the traps of some animals or bad things.

When my father cautiously approached to look closer, he found that it was a pile of dried fruits and a wild boar.

Needless to say, this must have been left for them by the pair of savages, to repay the grace of not killing again.

Because there is no explanation other than that, although it is a hill in front and a deep mountain in the back, it is at the point of entering the mountain, but there are no footprints of other people along the way, but there are many footprints of animals running around.

Seeing the gifts left by the savages, they were all overjoyed, and they felt that the good people had good rewards, and even more felt that the savages were affectionate and righteous.

Carrying the wild boar, they stepped on the snow half a foot deep, stumbled all the way, and finally returned to their long-lost home when it was just dark.

Mom and sister looked at a few people who were dusty all the way, and while helping to unload the things on their shoulders, they quickly went over to fetch water to wash everyone's faces, and after a while, my sister boiled a large pot of water and bathed my father and three brothers.

The mother walked up to the three dogs, hugged them and kissed them enough, saying, "I miss us to death." The father walked over and brushed the hair from his mother's shoulder, stroking his sister's red little face and smiling.

After taking a shower, it was time for dinner, which was only eaten until midnight.

After staying at home for half a month, it was a lively New Year.

After the New Year, it was the end of the festival for half a month, and the taste of the festival gradually faded after more than half a month.

During this time, my sister has been pestering her brothers, listening to their stories about hunting, and she is annoyed by their strange experiences.

On the morning of the twentieth day of the first lunar month, Uncle Sifangtang rushed over, sat under a bitter bark tree with his father, and chattered mysteriously for most of the day, without letting anyone go over to disturb him, and put a few puppies next to him to stand guard, making it look like hunting.

It wasn't until the sun was more than an hour west that my cousin and father stopped talking.

Although this day is almost over the first month, after all, it is still the first month, according to the old folk customs, people who come in the first month must stay for dinner anyway.

But today, when they had finished speaking, they both turned and left.

The eldest son, who had already prepared lunch, saw his cousin standing up from a distance to leave, so he hurried over a few steps and asked him to come over for dinner, but the cousin didn't look back, didn't even snort and left. The eldest son stood there for a long time.

Father's face was blue, and without saying a word, he raised his feet and walked over to the dining table.

Seeing my father like this, I don't know what difficult things happened to him. Neither mother nor child dared to ask a word, but silently bowed their heads to eat—probably the most silent meal of the year.

When the chopsticks were about to be put down, my father said thoughtlessly, "Hurry up and pack up after dinner, and we will move early tomorrow morning." ”

After my father finished speaking, he turned around and left. Before leaving, he specifically explained to everyone: "Don't tell anyone. ”

Several people in the family were baffled by their father's strange behavior. moving, such a big thing, he didn't discuss it with everyone in advance, and he didn't reveal it at all.

In other words, moving is easier said than done. Let's not talk about so many livestock and pots and jars at home, but the uncles and brothers around have to talk about it. But my father wouldn't tell anyone.

The father has always been in charge of the family, and the father has made the decision on general matters, and no matter how big the matter is, it is only discussed by the mother, and this discussion is only for ventilation, not for advice, so everyone is already familiar with the father's approach. However, today's matter is too big to surprise everyone.

However, astonishment is astonishment, and what my father says must be done. If my father doesn't say it, there must be his reasons and considerations.

Thinking of this, my mother's eyes were sour, and she couldn't help but shed tears. Over the years, it has been too difficult to manage this family, and it is not easy to have such a scale, and the family is happy and happy, and they have to move before they can imagine.

In the afternoon, when he was packing up, my father told my mother not to bring anything else, but only some tools, clothes, bedding, and some simple food.