The peach is planted in the sky and the dew, and the darkness of the fairy is ...... Above the sky, a star suddenly bloomed with a peach-shaped light, and then slowly faded away......

Mianyun country, far north, Linbian village.

The snow has been falling for two days, just like God is angry, the goose feather snow is falling fiercely and fiercely, a small courtyard in the village, the chickens in the yard are tightly squeezed in the budding rice pole of the firewood room, the wind rolls the snowflakes, and the yellow dog in the courtyard nest is curled up in a ball, even if someone walks by at the gate of the courtyard, it will not bark a few times, for fear that a mouth will freeze on the tongue. There was a "click", and the thick snow crushed another branch.

Inside the house was a different kind of warm scene, with the crackling sound of firewood in the hearth, animal skins and a few bows and arrows hanging on the walls, and some iron tools piled up in the corners.

"Why hasn't the man come back yet? ”

A round-faced village woman glanced out the door and muttered to herself. Her lips were thick, her skin was a little dark, the chilblains on her ears were showing signs of healing, her face was a little cracked, she was leaning against the small stove on the kang, leaning on the futon, sitting in front of the window for a while, her eyes were full of tenderness. Singing softly in his mouth

"Hit the basket and dry the basket,

Brought the steamed buns with millet,

What are you doing with steamed buns?

Chopping wood, burning fire,

Grab the buns, boil the lumps,

In a bowl, out of reach,

Hungry for that little doll.

The village woman hummed softly, the corners of her mouth unconsciously raised slightly, and her face was full of joy and warmth. The village woman has put several small clothes worn by babies, the outside is some coarse cloth, and the inside is covered with cotton material, which is rare in the village, especially in the remote villages, or in the cold winter season. The village woman's belly was towering, covered with a fur blanket, her hands were still doing needlework, her mouth was still singing softly, the flames in the furnace gradually faded, and the sky slowly darkened.

"It's time for the man to come back. ”

The village woman glanced out the window at the dark sky. Lifting the blanket, slightly clumsy from the kang down, the village woman with thick arms and legs, often working, pulled the blanket, and wanted to cover her body,

"Oh, this nasty little cub kicked me again......" The village woman touched her stomach and scolded with a smile. Pushing open the door, the cold wind swept the snow on the village woman's body, and the cold wind made her wrap the blanket tightly on her body again, and looked up at the sky.

"Don't do anything to the man, phew...... My stinky mouth, the gods and Bodhisattvas can bless my man, and I will go to the temple to burn a few more incense sticks when I turn around. ”

The village woman kept chattering, her feet on the thick snow, and the sound of "creaking ......" came into her ears, and she was afraid of slipping, so she walked carefully and slowly towards the firewood house.

Reaching out and grabbing the bud rice stalk, the hen squeezed on it cooed a few times, expressing dissatisfaction, and finally covered the heat but let you drag it away. Suddenly, as if she remembered something, the village woman reached out and touched the chicken's buttocks, but there was nothing but warmth.

"I didn't lay any eggs, and if I didn't lay any more eggs, I will stew you all"

The village woman scolded that she was reluctant to stew, and the chickens had never eaten anything serious, so she pecked a few bites of budding rice stalks every day. Thinking of the cub in her belly always kicking very happily every time she eats eggs, a warmth appeared on her face again. The village woman drove the chicken away, picked up the bud rice pole and shook it a few times, shook off a lot of snow, and staggered to the stove, holding her stomach with her hands and legs open, and slowly sat down on the small stool. Patiently break the bud rice stalk shorter, participate in the bud rice core, fill it into the stove little by little, take out the tinder, and blow it.

"Poof", blowing into the stove, a burst of brightness, and then the dark red flames danced,

"Poof......", turned sideways and tilted his head, and there was another fierce blow, and he almost sat on the ground with too much force.

"Ahem...... there was a little residual snow on the bud rice pole, smoke came out, the village woman held the ground, rubbed her eyes, coughed, quickly picked up the fire stick and lifted the bud rice pole a few times, the green smoke curled, and the stove caught fire. Turned around and walked to the rice bowl, lifted the lid, grabbed a handful of budding rice noodles from the almost bottomed tank, hesitated for a moment, and sprinkled a little in the broken bowl.

"Coo-coo...... The hens suddenly ran over as if they were tightening their clockwork, and you pushed me and pecked at the broken bowl.

"Can't feed the hair," said the village woman, glancing at her, kicking the chickens. Then put the rest of the hand into the pot, and plan to make bud rice paste to drink.

The family has not eaten a meal for several days, this year's harvest is average, there are few prey in winter, the village women eat a lot when they are pregnant, the dry food has bottomed out in the past few days, and the rest will not last a few days. Adults are okay, it doesn't matter if you're hungry and full, but you have a baby in your belly, and the food can keep up on weekdays, and the baby is also making a lot of noise in your stomach, kicking left and right, the food is not very good these days, and the baby has actually stopped, and the man is a little breathless, afraid that the baby in the stomach will be spoiled, although the village woman has repeatedly blocked, the man is still stubborn, and went up the mountain against the heavy snow, comforting the village woman that this forest can come back with her eyes closed. So early in the morning, the man nibbled on a few mouthfuls of dry food, poured a large sip of spirits, took a bow and fork, and went up the mountain.

Looking at the increasingly dark sky, the village woman was a little anxious, she should come back at this time for hunting on weekdays, even if the weather is bad today, she shouldn't come back so late, and if the man doesn't come back, she will ask the villagers to go to the forest to help find it.

"Wangwang......" The yellow dog suddenly barked violently, shaking the snow off his body, and rushed to the door.

The village woman put out the firewood in the stove and was about to go outside to ask the villagers for help, when she heard the dog barking, stood up and looked at the door.

"Mother-in-law, what do you see I brought back for you?" A rough voice came into the courtyard, and a huge man walked over carrying a prey like a hill, and the prey was too big and crowded at the gate of the courtyard.

When the village woman saw him, the stone in her heart fell to the ground.

"Mother-in-law, I said that I would have gone down to the door, you can see if you can get in......" There was obviously a bit of pride in the man's voice.

"It's useless to talk about it, you still know to come back, you don't want the monster in the mountains to eat you," the village woman complained, and moved towards the gate of the courtyard little by little. Before he reached the door, he saw the man turn around, turn sideways, and carry the prey into the courtyard.

"Don't, don't come, it's slippery in the yard, don't fall, you're nothing, the baby in the belly can't stand it......" The man threw the thing, there was a loud bang, and the snowflakes flew wildly. The man hurriedly ran over to help.

"Okay, you have no conscience, forget me if you have a baby, you wait, I will go back to my mother's house tomorrow, and serve you to eat and drink on weekdays......" The village woman feigned anger and chattered, and the man carried her into the house.

"Wrong, okay?" the man flattered. Under the candle flame, I saw the man's face clearly, he was extremely burly, with a purple-black face, thick eyebrows and big eyes, his chin and cheeks were covered with beard, as black as ink, and his beard and sideburns were connected together. The man carried a fork and hung a bow on his back, and was dressed in animal fur. The clothes were covered with snow, and there was a flapping, and the snow flew.

"Get out, get out, don't get the house dirty," the village woman hurriedly pushed out. By the way, I glanced at what was still on the ground, a huge roe deer.

The man laughed a few times, put down the fork and bow, went to the yard, a trembling and beating, the yellow dog around the man beat enthusiastically, the tail wagged sharply, looking at him, the man saw this and went to the firewood room to take out the firewood knife, cut off a little meat, and threw it to the yellow dog, the yellow dog took it in his mouth, turned around happily, and went to the kennel to enjoy it slowly.

"This stupid dog" the man laughed, and the roe deer in the courtyard was lying like a mountain, and a bow and arrow passed through the neck, and stopped there, the blood had already frozen. Obviously, this time he went into the mountain to receive a lot of goods, and the man pulled and dragged and resisted and carried back, and finally got home.