In the vast night of Mobei, a sky-high firelight attracted the attention of Blacksmith Li, it was midnight, Blacksmith Li had not slept yet, because he was stepping up to make a batch of farming tools for the name of Caotang Village, after all, spring plowing is approaching, the harvest has not been good in the past two years, and the time for sowing cannot be delayed for a moment.

Blacksmith Li frowned, since the bizarre and strange blood rain three years ago, the harvest in the village has been directly halved, and the harvest in the past two years has been worse than a year, in addition to the mysterious disappearance of many people's livestock, there are also rumors that someone encountered a monster with a human head and a snake body in the black mountains thirty miles north of the village. Now, it is another vision from the sky, and Blacksmith Li secretly thinks to himself, why is this not an auspicious omen.

Blacksmith Li stared at the firelight in the night sky, but found that the brilliance became more and more dazzling, with the meaning of getting closer and closer to people, and it was too late to react too much, only to hear a buzzing sound, earth and rocks jumping, and the thing that fell from the sky was impartially smashed on the vegetable garden in the mountain behind his house, igniting a raging fire, which made Li Blacksmith not light, always said that the crow's mouth was crow's mouth, but his own concern had not been spoken, and he suffered in an instant.

Depressed to depressed, Blacksmith Li was not idle, without saying a word, he kicked open the door of his son Li Canglan, and greeted his face with two slaps, only to hear two loud bangs. It's not that Blacksmith Li is ruthless to his son, he really knows that this trickster is very lively and tight during the day, but once he falls asleep, he is no different from a pig who has been fascinated by sweat medicine.

I saw that Li Canglan opened his eyes in a daze, completely unaware that he had just received two slaps, rubbed his sleepy eyes and looked at his anxious jumping father, and with a slight milk voice, "What's wrong? ”

"You unfilial son, hurry up for me, our vegetable garden is on fire!"

"You unfilial son" seems to have long been the mantra of Blacksmith Li, and he doesn't know how this son who has just turned seven years old and is so precocious, always pestering the beautiful Widow Liu at the entrance of the village every day to ask if people can be his mother, so that Widow Liu thinks that Blacksmith Li secretly instigated and expressed his heart through the mouth of a child. Passing by the door of Lao Li's house every day, he looks back and smiles, and the autumn waves are secretly sent, and the scene is so beautiful and beautiful. After a long time, no one in Caotang Village knew that Blacksmith Li had a soft spot for Widow Liu, and Blacksmith Li was an honest craftsman, who explained such ambiguous things clearly, and he couldn't argue with it.

Li Canglan has long been unimpressed with his father's mantra, if his father doesn't shout this unfilial son one or two days, Li Canglan will be uncomfortable.

Li Canglan woke up, and he didn't hesitate, he lifted the bucket that was waist-high and rushed to the vegetable garden with his father. Although Li Canglan is only seven years old this year, don't look at the delicate and delicate rich woman, but the strength is not weaker than the strong man in the village, the most powerful woodcutter in Caotang Village will pick ten stones of firewood at most every time, Li Canglan picks ten stones of firewood is easy, if it is not for the child is too short, the firewood is really not able to carry, I am afraid that he can bear more, this talent is said to be born with divine power.

The son's divine power Blacksmith Li didn't know, otherwise he wouldn't have called a seven-year-old child to come and put out the fire with him. It's just that Li Blacksmith doesn't like to be public, and he is well versed in the truth of raising a knife in a sheath all day long, so he always tells Canglan not to show this strength in front of others. Canglan is willing to do more heavy work to help the family, but he doesn't dare to disobey his serious father.

There is only one exception, and that is Widow Liu. Her father told her that his mother died when he gave birth, but Li Canglan never saw his mother's spirit tablet and tombstone, and his father did not pay tribute every year. Thinking that his father had already let go of his heart, Li Canglan thought that Widow Liu was gentle and virtuous, and that he was clever, and that he treated him like his own son, and it was more than enough to match his father. What's more, Widow Liu has already secretly promised her father, and Qiubo secretly sent it, and from time to time she would come to make some exquisite pastries to talk to her father, but I don't know why this elm-headed father refused to receive this affection.

Canglan thought about it, and couldn't help but look at his father again. The father and son had the same mind, feeling the teasing gaze of his son, how could Blacksmith Li not know the little Jiujiu in his son's heart, his old face was red, and his backhand was a chestnut buckled on his son's forehead, Li Canglan stuck out his tongue helplessly, and followed his father to step up.

The father and son worked hard for a night to carry water and extinguish the fire, and the back mountain is a long way from Caotang Village, so they were stunned that they did not alarm the people in the village. Fortunately, Blacksmith Li's vegetable garden was diligently maintained, and there were no dead leaves and rotten trees around, which did not allow the fire to continue to spread, but the last trace of fire was extinguished, and the sky was already slightly white.

Blacksmith Li finally had time to look at the situation of the vegetable garden, this look, can't help but be surprised, this thing from the sky actually smashed the vegetable garden out of a bottomless hole, how can there be a trace of the melons and fruits that he has worked hard to cultivate in recent months, Li blacksmith whined and lamented for a while, then turned back to his home, took the rope, tied a heavy object to measure, but this hole seems to have no bottom, the rope poked into the head and did not see the bottom, to collect back, how can there be any rope, the lower half of the rope has already turned into fly ash.

Blacksmith Li still didn't give up, and wanted to get closer to this hole to find out, but before he could take two steps, he was photographed back by a heat wave. I tried my best to try it, but I felt dizzy and almost fainted, Li Canglan hurriedly took three steps and made two steps to grab it.

Li Blacksmith makes a living by striking iron, it can be said that he deals with high temperatures all year round, and his body's ability to tolerate it is extraordinary, not to mention that Li Canglan was born with a special physique, cold and heat are not invasive, Rao is so, but he can't stand the suffocating temperature from the mouth of this hole, Li Canglan only feels that his eyebrows are going to rise when he takes two steps forward. After several attempts to no avail, Blacksmith Li also gave up, thinking in his heart that he could wait for the dawn to think about it in the long run.

This toss has been busy all night, and the eyelids have begun to fight, not to mention Li Canglan, a sleepy ghost, Li Blacksmith picked up the little Canglan and carried it on his back, and after a while, there was the sound of his son's long and soft breathing behind him, and the corners of the child's mouth were about to wet his chest.

At this time, it was sunrise, and the villagers of Caotang Village had already gone out to work in twos and threes, the snow on the distant hills had not yet melted, and the morning sun fell on the handsome and resolute face of Blacksmith Li, who lifted the child on his back, with a smile on the corner of his mouth, his eyes glowing, and his mouth muttering unknown songs.

"The humane immortals are good, and the immortals are happy, but the world can't forget it, and the red dust is at my disposal."