Dujia Village, a small village in the mountains of Zhongzhou. Almost all the people in the village have the surname Du, because they are far away from the war, and the villagers are industrious and thrifty, so they live a comfortable and leisurely life.

On the evening of July, the villagers who had gone to work in the fields returned to the village together, humming unknown tunes in their mouths, dragging their plows and rakes and walking to their homes. There are only a few dozen families in the village, and now smoke wafts from every house, and the ladies of each family set up their dishes and wait for their husbands to come home.

In a family in the middle of the village, the house was also full of hot meals at this time, two pots of green vegetables, four bowls of white rice, and a fat chicken in the middle, wafting with an attractive aroma. There was a middle-aged man sitting at the head of the table, this person's surname was Du, because he was in the family for three years, everyone in the village called Du Sanlang, and those younger than him were called the third brother. In his early years, Du Saburo worked as a clerk in Fucheng for a few years, was diligent, and saved some silver taels. Later, because he didn't like the style of officialdom, he resigned from his official mission and returned to his hometown Dujia Village and married the daughter of the old village chief. The old village chief was originally a veterinarian for generations, but in his generation, only one daughter was born. Then he passed on all his skills to Du Sanlang. Since then, the village Niu Ma Fan has a large and small epidemic, San Lang has tried his best to diagnose and treat, in the village everyone admired, after the death of the old village chief, everyone pushed San Lang to become the village head. In addition to healing the large and small livestock in the village, this San Lang also taught the children in the village to read and write in his spare time, San Lang's wife is virtuous and industrious, and the work of planting vegetables and farming at home is all packaged, and each family also comes to help when the farm is busy, and Sanniang raises a large group of chicken women, slaughtering chickens on the fifteenth day of the first month to give the whole family a tooth sacrifice. It's July 15th, so there's an extra fat chicken on the dinner table.

Sanniang tidied up the food and shouted outside the house: "Babies, don't play, come back to eat" I only heard the sound of frolicking outside the house for a while, the bamboo curtain was lifted, and two children came in.

Walking in front was a boy, shorter, with a delicate face, about seven or eight years old. This is Saburo's youngest son, named Du Wen. She was followed by a girl, about twelve or thirteen years old, with a ruddy face, a round face, a smile, and a playful little tiger tooth on her right lip. In his hand, he held a farmer's rake. This is Saburo's eldest daughter, named Du Wu. Du Wen held a paper windmill in his hand, jumped to the table, grabbed his chopsticks and was about to clip the chicken. Du Sanlang scolded: "Don't worry, don't worry, go and clean your hands first" Du Wu stood the rake behind the door, saw the fat chicken on the table, a flash of brilliance flashed in his eyes, and he came over and dragged Du Wen's hand and said, "Brother, sister will take you to clean your hands" and then dragged Du Wen away from the table to clean his hands. The family sat down at the table to eat. Du Wen stretched out his chopsticks and rummaged in the basin containing the chicken, looked for a long time, pouted and said, "Mother, why don't today's chickens have legs, I see that other chickens have two thighs" Sanniang smiled and scolded, "Don't you like chicken butts the most" and then picked up a piece of chicken butts and put it in Du Wen's bowl. At the same time, he glanced at Du Wu inadvertently. Du Wen snorted, "I don't have chicken legs, I like chicken butts, okay" Du Wu saw it, grinned, and revealed the little tiger tooth on his right lip. Du Wu only ate a few mouthfuls of green vegetables, picked up two mouthfuls of rice, and said, "Dad, mother, I'm full, I'll go to the blacksmith's house to see if the new hoe is good" Sanniang smiled and said, "Go, go, come back early" Then he went out with Du Wu, took out a small bag of oiled paper from his arms, and handed it to Du Wu, "Go and get it to your blacksmith master" After speaking, he smiled angrily and turned around. Du Wu took the small bag, carefully put it into his arms, looked at his mother's back and said, "If it's late, I will live in the blacksmith's house" Sanniang heard it and said, "You wild girl, go with you" but couldn't help grinning. Du Saburo in the house also shook his head helplessly. Only Du Wen, while chewing on the chicken butt, was a little suspicious and confused.

said Du Wu, and trotted straight to the blacksmith's house in the east of the village. The blacksmith's surname is Wu, and he is the only family in the village with a foreign surname. Ten years ago, I passed by Dujia Village and fell ill at the head of the village. Du Saburo rescued him, and he only got better after more than a month. Seeing that the villagers of the Du family were simple, he did not leave, and the villagers helped him, built two grass houses in the east of the village, and became a blacksmith. The blacksmith has a nameless name, the older one calls him the blacksmith, and the younger one calls him Uncle Wu. His iron-striking skills are incredible, the hoe and rake made by his hands will not be broken for several years, and the kitchen knife he beats will not curl the blade of the ox bone. Du Sanlang once said to the villagers that the furniture built by the government-run blacksmith shop in the city is not so reliable. Since then, the blacksmith has lived in Dujia Village. Because his craftsmanship is so good, the farm tools he creates are not easy to damage, so he usually has no work. In his spare time, he lay down in front of the thatched hut, took the big red lacquer wine gourd that he never left, took a sip of wine, fell asleep, woke up and drank a big sip of wine, and then fell asleep again. The villagers are grateful for the good farming tools he gave to the whole village, and they never charge half a penny. Whoever cooks something good, ask the child to bring him some. He didn't refuse, and he ate it when he brought it. When no one gave it to him, he was not seen cooking on his own fire. It seems that just drinking alcohol is enough.

Du Wu ran to the blacksmith's house, pushed the door and broke in. shouted, "Master, look what I brought you" After speaking, he took out a small oilcloth bag from his arms, opened it layer by layer, and it turned out to be two golden and greasy chicken legs. The blacksmith opened a pair of drunken eyes, saw the chicken leg in Du Wu's hand, and said angrily: "Your baby has such a good heart, I'm afraid I'm worried about the things in Lao Tzu's gourd again."