At the rally, Song Yi's small body pulled a stack of firewood and walked to the head of Dongxi Village.

Song Yi saw the excitement he had never seen before, seeing someone picking things, someone selling rice, soybeans and meat in a fixed position, etc., he forced himself to look away, and swallowed his saliva unconsciously.

Song Yi walked up to the aunt who sold soybeans, tried her best to make her words clear, and said, "Auntie, can I exchange firewood for a grab of beans with you?" ”

The aunt saw that Song Yi was a six or seven-year-old child, and looked behind him, there were no adults, and her eyes moved to the bundle of firewood, which one is not as thick as three fingers can also be called firewood?

The aunt waved her hand.

Song Yi walked away disappointed, he was not discouraged, as long as he sold rice and grain along the way, he would go up and ask again, and the result was obvious, Song Yi returned defeated.

The firewood was cut by him with great painstaking efforts, and now that no one else has changed it, he can't just throw it away, and he won't have to cut it again when he takes it back.

On the way back, he saw an ox cart slowly coming back from the mountain road, he didn't know where the other end of the road was, but with the ox cart full of good things, he could also know that it was a good place, and his eyes suddenly lit up.

Song Yi looked at the sky, it was already late, and he couldn't leave the village anymore.

Song Yi arrived at the foot of the mountain and saw Liang Fukang, who was busy at the door, Liang Fukang saw Song Yi and hurriedly shouted: "Song Yi, haven't you changed your firewood yet?" ”

Song Yi nodded: "It may be that my firewood is not good." ”

Liang Fukang sighed.

Song Yi suddenly pointed to the road where the ox cart drove just now and asked, "Brother Fukang, where did that road go?" ”

Liang Fukang looked at the road and said, "Go to the town, do you want to go?" But don't, it's too far. I went with my eldest brother during the Chinese New Year, and I had to walk for two hours! If you and I are like this, I am afraid it will take three hours. ”

Song Yi didn't have much of a concept of the word town, and asked, "What kind of place is town?" ”

Liang Fukang thought of the appearance he had seen last time, and then described it dictally to Song Yi, "It is a place richer than Da Banyan Village, where the people are better dressed than us, the food is fragrant, and there are a lot of things sold......

Song Yi listened for a while, then grabbed a lot of things for sale, and said, "Is it like today's rally?" ”

Liang Fukang thought about it, felt that it was not wrong to say this, and said: "It's almost, but there are more kinds of things, and I don't know a lot of them, and I don't know my eldest brother either." ”

Liang Fukang thought of the embarrassment on his eldest brother's face when he asked a question like a big brother, and then covered his mouth and laughed.

Song Yi saw Liang Fukang smiling, it would be bad if he didn't smile, and a smile appeared on his gray face.

A very mechanical smile with no joy at all.

Liang Fukang couldn't detect that something was wrong, and said a lot of the scenes he had seen, Song Yi just listened quietly, and he sketched out what he could imagine in his mind, if he couldn't, he tried to remember Liang Fukang's words, and when he experienced it, he would be able to understand the meaning of Liang Fukang's words.

Night falls

Song Yi dragged his tired body into the house, his stomach was singing the opposite tune, but even so, he still forced the firewood to be placed under the eaves.

Song Yi sat down on the ground with all his strength, rubbing his stomach, which was so hungry that it began to ache.

Regained a little strength, Song Yi really didn't want to move, but he couldn't bear the pain, so he had to get up on all fours, walk to the kitchen, scoop half a bowl of water in the bucket with a bowl, and drink it one sip at a time.

Song Yi put down the bowl and went into the house to lie down directly.

The next day, the morning light was faint.

Song Yi woke up hungry early, the sky was bright, and he sat motionless in the courtyard in a daze.

He looked at the dusted bow and arrow, and then at the fishing nets.

It was impossible to exchange firewood for food, and he had to find another way.

I don't know if the trap made by Daddy is still useful, he is still young, he doesn't dare to go out, if he accidentally falls, no one will come here, and he will die.

Fishing nets net fish, he will not either, and ......

Song Yi soaked the fishing net in the water, and he lifted it, but it was difficult for him to pull it.

Song Yi rubbed his stomach and began to sing about the empty city plan again, he poured the only remaining water into the bowl and drank it into his stomach, it was not a way to drink water all the time, he still had to eat, and now he was so hungry that stars appeared in front of him.

Song Yi put the bowl on the stove, carried a thigh-high bucket with a small body, and hummed out of the gate, going around the path to the other side to catch the stream.

Song Yi can't pick up too much at a time, and it's good to have a third of the water when he gets home.

Song Yi returned home, put down the bucket, took the bamboo basket and tied it to his back, and went to the stream to look for mountain crabs.

The mountain crab is very hard, and he found a small one just now, so it should be no problem to eat it grilled.

Song Yi endured the dizziness and returned to the place where the water was scooping up again.

Song Yi turned up stone by stone, grabbed the fallen leaves one by one, and the harvest was quite bleak.

Song Yi gritted his teeth, climbed hard to the slope and began to dig wild vegetables, but fortunately he still knew some wild vegetables.

Yesterday he didn't have time to dig, so he had to go hungry last night and morning, and today he had to pick more and go back to fill his stomach as much as he could.

Song Yi spent more than an hour picking most of the wild vegetables in the bamboo basket.

He was so hungry that he couldn't stand it, so he just casually crossed a stream of water and took it home to cook and eat.

Wild vegetables without salt and oil taste astringent and bitter, which is the best he can eat, Song Yi seems to have no sense of taste, and just stuffs wild vegetables into his mouth.

After eating and drinking, Song Yi went into the house to sleep again, his body intake was insufficient, and he was hungry for a few meals, and his dizziness could only be relieved by sleeping.

It's too late to wake up.

Song Yi got up mechanically and put on his shoes, walked to the door, he brushed back the yellow hair that had fallen on his forehead, and at this time he was going to pick up small branches, and inserted a row of small branches into the outlet of the stream that flowed downstream, so that only the water went down, and the small fish inside could not go down, and his chance of catching the small fish became greater.

There are small fish the size of little fingers in this stream, and most people don't even think about this small fish that can't even plug their teeth, but Song Yi really has nothing to eat, and it seems that the only thing he can catch is this small fish that people disdain to catch.

I thought so and did so.

Song Yi picked up the thin branches of a bamboo basket, he took off the shoes that had been broken and could no longer be broken, and carefully placed them on the shore where he could not touch the water.

He did it very conscientiously, and when it was time for him to call it a day and go ashore.

The water where he was standing was not particularly deep, and he rubbed his feet against each other, feeling that it was not so cold, and then he began to step and put on his shoes, and went straight back.

In the evening he continued to eat wild vegetables, and tomorrow he could try to catch fish, but if there was still no catch, he would have to go to the town to watch.

His gaze stopped on the bundle of firewood he had pulled back yesterday, and he didn't know how long he looked at it, and he looked away numbly.

His eyes were gone, and all that was left was numbness, dead silence.

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