Changgui felt as if his body was floating in the air and slowly descended, and finally landed on a tree, and still dangled on the branches for a long time.

Changgui twisted his body, these were terrible, the branch immediately couldn't bear it, clicked, the branch broke, Changgui began to continue to slide down, and then fell to the branch of the next layer, and then rolled down layer by layer, and finally fell into the bushes under the tree.

The person rolled countless times, and his head was dizzy, but there was no major problem on his body except for the heat of some extra-skin abrasions.

The glittering golden palace that appeared before, Changgui couldn't figure out whether it was real or an illusion, and after the golden light entered his body, it didn't seem to leave any traces.

Changgui lay on the ground for a while, and then climbed up with difficulty, pinched everywhere on his body, and confirmed that there were no more parts, no less, and the basic condition was good, but there were many scratches on his body, but they could be repaired automatically. It hurts.

Looking up at the place where he fell, he was also afraid, at least dozens of meters high, and there was nothing wrong with falling down, and it was really difficult not to die.

It is impossible to go back the way you came, so you can only take a detour back. Changgui has never been here before, so he can only try it by direction.

By the time Changgui returned to the mountain, it had been at least four or five hours.

Zong Qiu couldn't wait in the stone cave anymore, and he got out of the stone cave, thinking that his drunkard father must have been eaten by the South China Tiger, and he howled and cried all the way, calling his father.

"Dad, you died so miserably!"

Changgui worked hard to climb up, but when he heard this, he was angry, and knocked on Zong Qiu's skull.

Zong Qiu sat on the ground: "Dad, are you dead or not?" ”

Looking at Changgui's eyes with fear, it was like seeing a ghost.

"Lao Tzu is not dead yet! Why are you crying? Changgui said angrily.

Zong Qiu was a little reluctant to believe it, so fighting a South China tiger, do you think you are Wu Song?

"Ghost cubs. Lao Tzu will still lie to you, this Habao cub? "Changgui is also tired now, too lazy to talk nonsense with Zong Qiu.

Changgui finally found the firewood knife cut on the tree, no way, the house is rotten, if this firewood knife falls, there is really no hard shell to buy.

"It's getting dark, let's go back quickly." With a wave of his hand, Changgui walked on his way home.

Zong Qiu hurriedly followed with the snakeskin bag on his back, walking very fast, for fear that the tiger would pounce on him from behind and take him away.

When I went back, I felt that the distance was shorter, and it didn't take long to reach the entrance of the village.

The children in the village were still wandering around, each with a wooden shell gun, and they were "fighting" with pride. Zong Qiu was very envious of the guns in their hands, but if the drunkard father didn't beat him, it would be good, how could he cut a barge gun for him.

"What is there to envy about the shell gun, I'll have to be empty when I turn around, I'll get you a more beautiful one, painted black, just like the real thing." Changgui knew Zong Qiu's thoughts, and he was very envious in his previous life.

"Really?" Zong Qiu looked at Changgui in surprise, and always felt that the drunkard father was talking like a fart, and he couldn't take it seriously, but he still expected it in his heart.

"Are you hungry? Do you want to eat meat? Changgui asked.

"Yes!" Zong Qiu suddenly remembered that he hadn't eaten anything for most of the day, and he couldn't deceive his stomach just by drinking water, and the rope in his trouser pocket was about to strangle his stomach into a sausage. As soon as he said that he was eating, a strong hunger came over me, and he wanted to catch a pheasant from the snakeskin bag and come out to eat it raw.

"Zong Qiu, what are you carrying?" Aunt Chunxi's youngest son, Zhang Shenggui, ran over.

Shenggui is two years older than Zong Qiu, and he is half a head taller. However, in the village, he is one of the few children who does not bully Zong Qiu.

"My dad took me into the mountains to hunt, and we caught a lot of pheasants and hares. There was meat to eat today. Zong Qiu threw the snakeskin bag he was carrying to the ground like a treasure, and then opened the pocket to show Shenggui.

Sheng Gui's eyes widened when he saw a few pheasants inside: "It's really a pheasant!" Pheasant meat is better than chicken! What a big one! ”

"Three of them!" Zong Qiu gestured three fingers with his hand, and an exaggerated expression appeared on his face.

Changgui looked at Zong Qiu's appearance and wanted to laugh in his heart, he was really useless when he was a child!

All the children in the village, Ulala, ran over, and in those years, everyone's meat was very scarce, and even the sick and dead livestock in the village were not taken and thrown away, and the lives of people in those years were really hard. A little sick and dead livestock can't eat it to death.

The children looked at the pheasant in Zongqiu's bag with envious eyes.

"My dad still has a hare in his basket!" Zong Qiu's tone was excited and proud. In this life, he is afraid that it is the first time that he is proud of this drunkard father.

Although the little kid is very curious about Changgui's back basket, he still cares about this drunkard. Who knows if this drunkard's drunkardy is intermittent?

Changgui was very understanding and put the basket on the ground: "Hurry up and look, I haven't eaten yet, I'm starving." Go home and ask, if you have any surplus food, you can come to my house and exchange it for wild animals. Sesame oil can also be exchanged. ”

Changgui's family has no rice, and the two fathers and sons can't eat so much of these wild things, and now the temperature is high, and they will turn bad after a day or two. You can't stand eating meat without food.

As soon as the children heard that they could exchange grain for meat, they immediately ran home, for fear that if they ran slowly, they would be cheaper than others.

As soon as Changgui returned home, Aunt Chunxi came to the house under the leadership of Shenggui.

"Changgui, did you enter the mountain today?" Chunxi looked at the wild things spread out by Changgui's family, and was a little dizzy.

"yes. Sister-in-law Chunxi, you will bring a pheasant back later. Changgui said.

"Okay, I'll trade the food for you. However, my family does not have much food, so I can only change half of it. Chunxi said.

"No need to change. Zong Qiu often eats at your house. Give you a pheasant, and it will be regarded as food. Changgui smiled.

"That's not going to work. How much can a small child eat? You're in such a difficult situation right now, I can't ask for anything from you for nothing. Aunt Chunxi waved her hand again and again.

"You can take this pheasant back with confidence. I kept all these wild things for my own food, and I exchanged them for food. In the past few days, I have been in the mountains a few times, and the child is growing up, and there can be no famine at home. Changgui picked up one of the fattest pheasants and stuffed it into Aunt Chunxi's hands. In his previous life, when he was a child, he ate the most at Aunt Chunxi's house. Especially after the drunkard father died drunk, many times he was able to grow up with the help of Aunt Chunxi. If you are reborn in this life, you must repay your benefactor in your previous life.

Aunt Chunxi was a little at a loss, but looking at Shenggui's eager gaze, she had no choice but to accept it: "I still have some sesame oil at home, and you can ask Zong Qiu to take an oil jar and share some back." Now that the temperature is high, this meat does not need to be fried in oil and cannot be fried overnight. ”

"Yes, Zong Qiu, you can find a jar and pour some sesame oil at your aunt's house." Changgui did not shirk. If he refused, Aunt Chunxi would be embarrassed to accept the pheasant.

However, Zong Qiu not only brought back a bottle of white wine and sesame oil from Aunt Chunxi's house, but also brought back two liters of rice. Aunt Chunxi's family actually doesn't have much food, and if you don't save a little, you may not be able to pick up this year's new rice. Although the land was distributed to each household, they had to hand over grain every year, and they might have to sell a little bargaining grain. Water conservancy fees and various assessments have also come out of the grain again. In this era, there were very few ways for farmers to make money. Selling grain to feed pigs is the main source of income for farmers.

However, if you live frugally, you can basically reach the food and clothing line. The main reasons for the lack of grain in Changgui's family are: first, the predecessor drunkard father has no heart to farm, the field is not well raised, and the yield is much lower than others; The second is that the grain was taken by Changgui to make wine. It's strange to toss so much food.

"I said that the pheasant was given to my aunt, why do you want her rice?" Changgui frowned when he saw Zong Qiu holding rice in his hand.

"I don't want it, my aunt has to let me get it back." Zong Qiu was very aggrieved, and he was a little afraid of being beaten.

"Put it in the kitchen first, and then get me a bowl to put in the chicken offal." Changgui was cleaning up pheasants, he had been doing such housework since he was very young in his previous life, and his hands and feet were very nimble.

Zong Qiu ran over and brought a large bowl over, and then squatted aside to watch the drunkard father clean up the set in the pheasant's stomach. Although these offals are troublesome to clean up, they can be eaten, which is much better than pickles in this era of poor supplies.

When it got dark, Changgui and Zongqiu, father and son, ate the first meal of the day.

There was not a drop of kerosene in the house, and the only lamp was filled with a little sesame oil. Sesame oil can also be used for electric lights, but nicotinate is larger than kerosene. There is diesel fuel sold in the brigade's consignment store, and the price is not expensive, but Changgui's family has no hard shell.

Xuefeng Village was not electrified until 86 years later, and every household was lit up at night by diesel lamps. The horse lantern is a must-have for every family. The horse lamp has a glass lampshade, which can not only be lit at home, but also mentioned outside as lighting.