The old gentleman took it seriously this time, looked at the flower hunter inside and out, and then sat down and drank hot tea.

Taking advantage of the tea drink, the old gentleman glanced at the room with his spare eyes, the wall tiles dried with straw mixed with thin mud, the water scoop made of gourds, the large square table with pits, and an electric fan made of iron wire.

Mr. Big sighed in his heart, but said in his mouth: "I can't hide things in my heart, I should have come yesterday, but it snowed yesterday, I really can't wait any longer, I always feel that there is still something to do!"

"It's okay old man, it's okay later, you look at such a big snow, what can you do with me?" People's hearts are made of meat, and this special snowy night is enough for him to remember and remember for a lifetime!

"I'd like to be later, but he just can't sleep!" Mr. Big said with a smile as he pointed to his chest.

It seemed that I heard the sound of talking outside, and a woman's voice came from the inner room at this time: "Flower, who is coming?"

"It's the old gentleman here!" said the flower hunter crisply.

"Ah, I heard that it's snowing outside!, how could the old gentleman come at this time?" said the woman a little strangely.

"It's out of the way, it's not in the way!" Mr. Big waved his hand and walked to the inner room, saying as he went, "Where's the baby? Let me see, boy and girl?"

Without waiting for the flower hunter to answer, the woman said loudly: "It's a boy!" It can be seen that she is very happy and very proud, you know, at this time, the concept of patriarchy in the countryside is still quite heavy.

Mr. Big stretched out his hand to take the baby in swaddling clothes, looked left and right, the more he looked at it, the more he liked it, looking at the baby who was still sleeping, he stretched out his index finger, gently scraped the baby's little nose twice, inadvertently raised his eyebrows, and said to the flower hunter: "Hello boy! Your Hua family has a future, I heard that your Hua family used to migrate to Dongliu Town from other places, right?"

"Yes, old man!" replied Flower Orion.

Mr. Big understood something in an instant. At that time, the land had basically been solidified, and it was unlikely to be adjusted in the short term, and the fields that outsiders could get were relatively less, and his mind was quick, but his face was impassive, and he smiled: "Okay! Since this is the case, I will borrow the snow to respond to the situation, this child might as well be called Hua Baoxue, the capture of the snow, the snow of the snow, what do you think?" As he spoke, Mr. Big stretched out his right hand, grabbed the shoulder of the flower hunter, and made a grasping posture.

"Ah, Hua Baoxue, or the old gentleman is knowledgeable, I can't think of such a name if I kill him!" Hua Orion smiled, with the ink in his stomach, even if he racked his brains, he couldn't think of such a poetic and unusual name.

"Thank you, sir!" the woman chimed in.

"Hahahaha", Mr. Big laughed heartily, a little sullen in his heart, he had already thrown it out of the clouds, turned around and handed the baby into the woman's hands, carefully helped the baby cover the quilt, and then went out to eat tea with the flower hunter.

Hua Orion thanked and thanked, and told Mr. Big about the old past, the mountain people are simple, big palms, and they can always talk together.

The two talked, but late at night, Mr. Big wanted to go back by himself, where was the flower hunter willing to follow, and he had to send Mr. Big back home.

On the third day, the wind and snow stopped suddenly, and the climate began to gradually return to normal.

It's just that the wind and snow have been blowing for a few days, which has brought great inconvenience to the mountain people, and the soon-to-be-ripe dealer is rotten in the field, and the mountain people's hearts are broken, which can be imagined!

Fortunately, the country has not been at war for a long time, the granary reserves are sufficient, and the profiteers are suppressed, dispatched in a timely manner, and it is strictly forbidden to secretly raise prices, which has not caused much impact, and the matter has not been mentioned.

In the blink of an eye, Xiao Baoxue gradually grew up in Yaotan Village, neither showing extraordinary talent nor outstanding talent, no different from other children, but should eat, drink, as if this heavy snowfall had no effect on him at all!

The children of poor families have long been in charge! It can be seen from the clothes worn by Xiao Xue at this time that their family is actually not well-off! The patched pantyhose, as well as the leftover clothes worn by other people's children, and occasionally some men and women dressed up indiscriminately, provoke a lot of adults to make fun of them, which is enough to explain everything.

However, the children in the mountains have one good thing, that is, they are solid, or thick-skinned, and they don't care about how others judge them, or they don't care about it, and they haven't reached the age of loving beauty.

At this time, what Xiao Xue often does is to pee and thin mud with his friends, and then rub the mud, pinching long, short, square, and round.

Older children have learned to fish, swimming, like them the smaller ones can only live in the sight of adults, absolutely forbidden to go to the water's edge, even if standing on the shore to watch people fishing, the strategy of adults is to find a hanging, famous, long memory.

After suffering several unwarranted disasters, Xiao Baoxue envied those big children in his heart, how he wished that he could grow up quickly and one day be happily tossed in the water.

The sun rises and the moon sets, spring goes to autumn, and in a blink of an eye, Xiao Baoxue is six years old. Like most children, he began to walk to school, and because of his young age, he sat with the first grade children, but he belonged to the preschool. Some people may want to ask what is preschool? That is, Xiao Xue Xuexue's first-grade class this year is not counted, and she will do it again next year!

At this time, Xiao Baoxue was driven to school by her mother with a stick, and Xiao Baoxue was crying and making trouble, she was really heartbroken and cute!

However, it was all useless, and my mother was heartbroken by eating the scales.

Finally, after eating sticks for a month, Xiao Baoxue could only accept his fate, consciously carry his small bag, and be an obedient child!

It was in this year that the flower hunter began to teach Xiao Xue how to become a hunter, mainly some simple rules of the jungle, common sense of life, and essential survival skills.

It is said that dragons give birth to dragons, phoenixes give birth to phoenixes, Xiao Baoxue has been nurtured by the family since she was a child, and she has shown excellent talent in hunting. How to make traps and identify the terrain is almost a draw of inference for him, and it is clear at one point.

As long as he has time, Xiao Jixue will go up the mountain to hunt with the flower hunter, take the trap he made himself, place it in the place where the beast is infested, and then don't care about anything, just wait for the next morning to clean up the trap, and often catch badgers, pheasants, hares, etc.

Because the conditions at home are not very good, the prey caught by the flower hunters is basically taken to the market and sold for money to subsidize the family.

But the prey caught by Xiao Xue has a different meaning, and his mother can directly stew meat and eat it in order to encourage him. This gave Xiao Xue the motivation to study hunting skills, and often pondered how to set up sets, set baits, and study the habits of prey in order to catch more prey, which was very energetic.

At that time, there was a saying in Dongliu Town, "If you want to be rich, you should have fewer children and raise more pigs." Many mountain people are convinced of this, and the flower hunter family is no exception, and once cut down on food and clothing, just to raise pigs to get rich!

But the little piglet bought a stubble and a stubble, but it was to raise one, to die one, often it was almost the New Year, the pig was gone! Because I don't understand the living habits of pigs, the little flower pig often dies inexplicably, once, Xiao Baoxue watched her mother drag the dead pig to the vegetable field to bury it, while burying it while secretly wiping her tears, Xiao Baoxue's eyes were red at that time.

In the midsummer of the age of seven, my mother still did not give up, and squeezed out some of the few funds to buy a piglet in the market.

Now Xiao Xue is in a hurry, not to mention how much he cares about the little piglet. Every day, the piglet is combed, tickled, loved, protected, coaxed, cared for, and cared for.

When Xiao Baoxue comes home from school every day, the first thing is to take a basket and go to the field to pick artemisia, pick a basket, pick a basket, pick it back and put it in the tank to ferment, ferment it is rotten, and give it to the little pig as a meal. In order to encourage Xiao Xue to pick artemisia, her mother rewarded a dime for each basket of artemisia picked, and Xiao Xue was even more energetic.

In this way, Xiao Xue and Little Pig were accompanied day and night, and they became extremely good friends.

This time, the piglet didn't die halfway through. Little Pig "hums and chirps" every day, enjoys the massage of Xiao Xue Xue, and spends time with Xiao Xue Xue.

Time flies, and there is no going back!

Soon, the end of the year is approaching, and Xiao Xuexue's semester is about to end.

Seeing the report card that Xiao Xue retrieved from school, her mother's eyes were red, because Xiao Xue got a very low score again.

Children are the hearts and minds of the mountain people!

It is said that the tree lives a skin, and the person lives a face, in this regard, the consciousness of the mountain people is not low at all, the mountain people love face, and the wind of comparison is still prevalent. When you go to your neighbors and ask who and whose children are how, and then compare them with your own children, the children's academic performance is good, and their little hearts are naturally satisfied; but if the children's academic performance is not good, the hatred of iron is not steel, the love is deep, the hatred is cut, and the nameless fire will come up.

If the child's learning talent is insufficient, self-control is not strong, plus the naughty child teacher does not like it, it is really difficult to get ahead.

No, punishment is not long in coming.