There is a village in the belly of the mountain, dozens of steps back and forth, the stream is murmuring, and the smoke is curling.

During the detailed discussion, Shen Jin'an learned that the shepherd boy's name was Xiao Cookcake, because she loved to eat Cookbread, so her mother simply gave her such a name.

The little cookcake is not only cheerful, but also proficient in blowing, playing and singing.

As a reward for rescuing himself, Xiao Cookcake specially asked Shen Jinan to be a guest at his home.

Along the way, one big and one chatted happily, but whenever Shen Jinan asked about the situation at Xiao Cook's family, he always kept silent about his father's Little Cookcake.

Fortunately, Shen Jin'an didn't ask too much, and the two of them were able to continue chatting.

There are not a few quiet villages like this in Qingcheng Mountain, but they are hidden in the mountains, and the closer ones are almost dozens of miles apart, which is more like a peach blossom paradise.

It's dusk now, and as every household lights up a fire to cook, the sound of barking dogs in the village is also remembered in turn.

A young lady in her thirties who looked like she was eighteen or nineteen years old was packing up fresh vegetables in the courtyard.

is different from those village girls with big shoulders and round waists, the appearance of the little lady is more like a lady who walks from a busy street, not only her body is graceful, but even her figure is extremely round.

Every time you turn the vegetables vigorously, it causes a ripple.

It may be because of a woman, or it may be because she is too tired, the sweat beads on the woman's forehead are frequent, but the woman does not dare to stop, and occasionally breathes a sigh of relief, but only stretches out a white finger to pick up the green silk that hangs down to cover her eyebrows, dips it in some wet water, and sticks it tightly to her forehead and cheeks.

Hearing the familiar sound of footsteps, the corners of the woman's mouth were slightly hooked, as if a day's hard work had turned into nothingness at this moment.

She has been married to this small mountain village for seven or eight years, and she has never left even after her late husband died.

Everyone in the village said that she was a kefu, but they didn't pay any attention to these gossip women. As long as you can pull the small cookcake bigger, even if you are a little tired and tired, it is nothing.

She is known to everyone in this village for her beauty and beauty, and many matchmakers have persuaded her to remarry more than once, but she never puts these words in her ears, and not all men can enter her eyes.

But whenever she meets a praising little cookcake for being chubby and sensible, she always smiles.

Her footsteps grew from far to near, and her voice grew from light to heavy, as if she had misheard, she exhaled softly and refocused her gaze on the wild vegetables on the stone table.

A few teasing voices sounded, and she always didn't care, and then a few traces of disappointment flashed in her eyes.

There are always some idle men in the village who like to get something for nothing, and they are lazy and lazy squatting next to their own thresholds and pointing, and there are even some women who can't control their own men who have great opinions about this, and groups of three or five will mock a few words behind their backs.

She still didn't care about this, and after sighing slightly, she packed and put the fresh vegetables together and hung them on the rope with a rope.

The mother of the little cookcake is not a person from the local village, it is a woman brought back from the outside by the father of the small cookcake, saying that it was brought back from the south of the Yangtze River, and it is said that one side of the water and soil raises one person, and the mother of the small cookcake is not only white and beautiful, but also has a very good voice.

The old man in the village said that how much blessing a person has is given by God, and you can't stop the good fortune when it comes, and you can't stop it if the good fortune goes, and the father of the little cooker died less than a week after the baby was born.

But the mother of the little cooker was thin and weak, and she was stunned to do a lot of work that a man couldn't do.

Someone in the village forcibly broke into her house after being drunk, and wanted to do something wrong, but she was forced to retreat by life and death.

From then on, the mother of the small cooker always deliberately staggered with everyone's life, people got up with roosters, she always got up before dawn, people returned at sunset, she always wore stars and moons.

Fortunately, there is a little cookcake who has been staying by her side, and she is always very happy to watch her girl grow up day by day. Xiao Cookcake likes flutes and poetry, and even some old gentlemen in the village praise Xiao Cookcake for being smart and clever, and even some old gentlemen are willing to accept Xiao Cookcake as a closed disciple, but Xiao Cookcake said that she will always guard her mother and Xiao Huang, and when she is older, she will go to learn martial arts, and then join the army and become a female general!

Such ambition makes those old gentlemen who have stood in place all their lives and read the books of the sages and sages also can't help but sigh.

The wooden door was slowly pushed open, and she just turned her head when she thought it was a small cookcake coming back, but found that there was a handsome man standing at her door.

Tell me the truth, but judging from the appearance, this man is so similar to his dead last husband.

But he is not his husband after all.

She subconsciously glared at a man, this person was like one of those gentlemen who came out of the vulgar nest.

Seeing that the man was not leaving, the little lady suddenly lost her temper, and reached out to the wooden stick next to her, which is used to crush fresh vegetables If it is beaten on ordinary people, it will be somewhat painful.

The man looked embarrassed, as if he wanted to explain something, but after thinking for a long time, he finally didn't open his mouth, so he had to bow deeply and step aside very politely.

I'm not afraid that the gentleman will use money, but I'm afraid that the gentleman is cultured, the man's behavior also made the woman slightly stunned, and her eyes were very good, she seemed to notice the shyness on the man's face.

What is this? Breaking into your home in broad daylight and being shy about yourself?

Her expression softened slightly, and she also expected that her behavior just now was a little excessive, but she seemed to be familiar with this person, what was he doing here? Don't you want to ask for a sip of water?

No matter what, the heart of defense is indispensable, she hurriedly carried a wooden stick and slowly put it behind her, once the man has any bad intentions, she will immediately take action, and she will definitely beat him.

I used to see these gentlemen-looking men, they were hypocritical, and they asked for warmth, but most of them would be exposed on the bed.

Seeing the little cookcake mother slowly approaching, Shen Jinan slowly turned his head and said calmly: "I'm sorry, it was the little cookcake who asked me to come here first, she said that Xiaohuang hasn't eaten enough yet, and she won't be able to come back until later." ”

After a brief conversation between the two, she felt that the son in front of her was not a bad person, and pushed open the door with her hand and said, "Come in."

Shen Jin'an shook his head and said, "No, I'll just wait here, the little cookcake should be back soon." If it is seen by others, it will affect your reputation. “

She explained, "If you keep standing here, it will affect my reputation." “

When Xiao Cookcake came back, he saw Shen Jinan talking to his mother in the courtyard, and then shouted at his mother and immediately threw himself into her arms.

After understanding what had happened, she thanked her: "Thank you Shen Gongzi for your righteous action, we will definitely try our best to pay you back this money." “

Shen Jinan shook his head and said, "No, I have a relationship with Xiao Cookbread, and a few taels of silver is not a problem." ”

As soon as Shen Jin'an's words fell, a grunting sound sounded in his stomach.

That's right, the dry food he brought with him had already been exhausted, and she had been relying on berries for the past few days, and she had just boiled a pot of porridge on the stove in the afternoon, and it was time to start eating. “

The mother of the little cooker hurriedly got up and said, "Let's eat here, after all, it's just some common food, don't dislike it." ”

Shen Jin'an smiled and said: "If you want to be full, you can eat home-cooked meals, and if you want to be warm, you still have to wear coarse cloth clothes." ”

The little cooking cake also took out the pen, ink and paper that he had treasured for a long time for the first time, and invited Shen Jinan to teach him to paint and write.

Shen Jin'an, who has worshiped everyone in cursive writing and regular script, can be said to be easy to write and ink, not only that, but he is also the heir of the thin gold body, and everyone in Danqing said frankly that Shen Jin'an can feed a family with a good hand.

Looking at the pen and ink rendered on the straw paper, Xiao Cookcake couldn't help but clap his hands and exclaimed: "Brother Shen, yes, just with your handwriting, it is more than enough to be a gentleman in our village." ”

The mother with two bowls of rice porridge came out and said, "The little girl's family, behave steadily. ”

Hearing that he was being criticized, Xiao Cookcake pouted and said, "I know, I know." ”

Just as he was eating, the sound of horses' hooves sounded outside the village, Shen Jinan slowly raised his head and said calmly: "Do you often have horse bandits here?" ”

Obviously, neither the little cookcake nor her mother heard the whistling sound of the horses' hooves.

She shook her head and said affirmatively: "We are next to the Qingcheng faction here, and the bandits under the mountain rarely come up. “

"That's good, you and your mother will be in the room for a while, no matter what sound you hear, you can't come out, you know?" Shen Jin'an said thoughtlessly.

Little Cookcake wanted to ask why, but without warning, the sound of horses' hooves sounded, and the peace and tranquility of the small village next to it were suddenly shattered, and the barking of dogs was incessant.

Several masked gangsters who were wrapped in black, but their eyes were indifferent and abnormal, looking at the people who were cooking on the fire in the sunset, one of them said flatteringly to the man in black who was the leader: "Big brother, they all say that there is a little widow in this village who looks so cute and pitiful, this time the eldest prince asked us to go down the mountain to arrest people, just to bring her over, so that our errand can be completed." ”

The man in black at the head spoke: "It's so close to the sect here, won't anything happen?" ”

"Don't worry, I don't need to say that you definitely understand the truth of darkness under the lamp, and we have all cleaned up like this, I'm afraid ordinary people won't recognize it, and when the time comes, let's just excuse the fact that the surrounding bandits did it, and the gods don't know it."