In the early spring, the mouth of the Yellow River is very lonely, the sea side is windy, blowing on people's faces, although it is not as stinging as a needle prick in the cold winter, but it still feels numb, the wood and wood are stiff, the remaining winter snow quietly melts in the shade of the ridge of the salt field, occasionally one or two seabirds left behind chirp from the sky, and the huge salt pond seems more empty.

Most of the salt workers in the salt works are still celebrating the holidays in their hometowns, enjoying their rare happy time. There are only the old Mu Tou, the head of the salt guard, the daughter Chunhua and the old Wuyun Shangxin of the Yun family, the old Mu Tou likes to call his nickname Xilai, Xilai Da Chunhua is one year old, and Chunhua shouts Xilai Xilai brother.

Lao Mu Tou has been in the Yunjia Salt Farm for many years, he is kind-hearted, and he has a unique job of drying salt and making salt, at the beginning it was just a technical style, and gradually won the trust of the owner Yunshan, and then the affairs of the salt farm were handed over to him to manage, and he became the chief leader. First, he fell in love with the owner Yunshan, and the work was comfortable and enjoyable, and secondly, in addition to the salary, the owner Yunshan gave Lao Mutou a few commissions, so Lao Mutou also did it steadily.

Chunhua is the only daughter of Lao Mutou. The old woman is already cherished, and the spring flowers have been smart and cute since childhood, and the old Mu Tou is even more loved like a pearl in the palm of her hand. It's a pity that Chunhua's life is hard, when she was five years old, her mother died of a cold wind, and Lao Mutou couldn't bear to give her daughter to others to raise, so she had no choice but to take it with her.

Xilai large Yun Shangxin, is the fourth son of the old lady Yun Shan, ranked fifth among the Yun family brothers, smart since childhood, lively and active, reading and martial arts, leading everything. Parents see it in their eyes and are happy in their hearts, especially their father Yunshan has high hopes and secretly vows to cultivate it well, in order to have a great future in the future. However, it backfired, and since Xilai occasionally followed Yunshan to the mouth of the Yellow River once, he fell in love with the vastness, freedom and purity, and even clamored to go to the salt field every day.

Half a year ago, Yunshan had no choice but to send Xilai back to the salt farm, worship Lao Mutou as a teacher, and learn to dry salt. I thought that when the wind and rain, hard work and loneliness of the salt field wore away the children's enthusiasm, Xilai himself would naturally change his mind. I didn't want to come all the way, Xilai was like a fish in water, enjoying it: the wind and rain in the big river, listening to the sound of the waves, the tide of the sea, watching the clouds roll up, and the wind and waves came out of the sunshine.

Seeing that the child was happy, it was not a bad thing for the child to go through the wind and waves in his heart and suffer a little, so Yunshan simply stopped blaming him and let him go.

Chunhua, a little girl who has lived in the adult circle since she was a child, is inevitably a little withdrawn and sensitive. With the arrival of Xilai, she soon became a good playmate of Chunhua, and the little girl gradually fell in love with this lively little brother. Follow Xilai like a little tail all day long, the elder brother is long and the brother is short, and his personality gradually becomes cheerful, and the laughter gradually increases day by day.

No matter where she goes, Xilai always likes to bring spring flowers: watch the sunrise by the beach in the morning, count the stars by the river at night; When the work is busy, they dry salt and pile up together, and when they are free, they catch fish and shrimp together, chase and play, and play games on the barren beach. Seeing the two children fall in love, Lao Mu Tou was also secretly happy in his heart.

Originally, during the New Year's Festival, Lao Mutou wanted to send Xilai home for the New Year, but Xilai was always planning to take advantage of the cold and thick ice to follow the master to the ice at the mouth of the sea to catch fish and hunt in winter; Second, he was reluctant to leave the lonely Chunhua and his wife, so he resolutely refused to go home. Lao Mu Tou also thought about the festival in private, and many people in the house were lively, so he didn't insist on it, and sent a few good big carps from the Yellow River estuary to the owner a few years ago, and brought a word.

"Huh...... It's still warm in the house! ”

As soon as the cotton door curtain moved, Xilai got into the house, took off the dogskin hat and threw it on the earthen kang, rubbing his hands while sighing.

"I went outside and it was still a little cold!"

The fire in the house was blazing, the pieces of meat stewed in the iron pot were tumbling and bubbling, and after a few glasses of wine, Lao Mu's face was red from drinking. Seeing Xilai enter the house, he hurriedly beckoned Xilai to sit with him, and busily urged Chunhua to quickly get the wine glass. Chunhua reluctantly pushed a wine glass in front of Xilai and glanced at Lao Mu's head. Old Mu Tou pretended not to see it, and smiled hehe:

“…… Come on, come on! Have a drink with Master! ”

While picking up the tin pot of hot wine, he filled a glass to Xilai. Xilai hurriedly took it with both hands, hesitated, tilted his neck and smothered it, and then his face was red from choking, and he coughed for a while......

"Dad, you are really ......", Chunhua glared at Lao Mutou angrily, and hurriedly got up and slapped Xilai's back in a hurry.

"-Good boy!"

The hut resounded with the hearty laughter of the old man......