In the blue sky, more than a dozen cuckoo birds chirped from afar, landing on the branches and buds of a pine tree one after another.

The sun is warm, and the heart-warming spring breeze blows by.

A girl of about six or seven years old was sitting on her back on a grassy slope outside the village, enjoying the soothing itch of the spring breeze.

"I can't eat the sugar roasted corn made by my mother again!" the girl's eyes were full of grievances, and she looked at the hundreds of bare corn stalks in front of her, which were two acres in size, scattered in the soil.

The girl has slightly dark skin, a round face, and two ponytails coiled behind her head, which makes her look very clever and cute.

At this time, she was complaining about why the crops could not be harvested in the spring, and looked at the sky pitifully.

"Brother Immortal in the Heavens, and Elder Sisters," the girl said cautiously, "Give my cornfield the power of immortals, grow up, grow up, my mother's sugar-roasted corn can divide half of you!"

The corners of the girl's mouth flowed as she spoke, and she quickly wiped it off with her little hands, and quietly looked around, afraid that someone would see her ugly appearance.

"Oh, Wang Er and Little Belly are sleeping lazy again. ”

The girl stood up, finally stopped talking to herself, and walked towards the village behind her.

This village is surrounded by woodland on one side, and most of the periphery is filled with endless fields of crops, and if you look at the crops outside the village, you can see a winding and undulating official road in the distance, faintly flowing with horse-drawn carriages and dust.

This scene was filled with the smoke and fire of the world, and there were no monks flying with swords at low altitudes, and no strange beasts riding strange people shrouded in robes, rumbling on the ground.

Some are just the villagers' longing for a bumper autumn harvest and their expectations for their children.

The girl walked to the door of a simple house with a thatched roof and a red brick wall, and gently opened a crack in the door, and saw that except for a tattered stone statue enshrined by a few incense sticks with choking smoke, a wooden table with a corner missing, and a few small stools, only a faint snoring came from the side room.

"I haven't gotten up yet, the sun is going to reach my buttocks!" The girl was a little dissatisfied, but because Wang Er's father was a well-known hunter in the village, she didn't dare to run directly into someone's house, pinching Wang Er's nose to wake him up.

As soon as she remembered that Wang Er saw that everyone was a fierce and vicious father, the girl hurriedly closed the door gently.

"My mother isn't still knitting, is she?" the girl continued to walk along the village, thinking of her mother, who had been locked in the house all day knitting cotton jackets for children.

The girl's mother is the only villager in the village who has knitting skills, and the clothes worn by the children in the village are all woven by her.

A few years ago, she came to settle in this village with her daughter, and when her husband was killed by bandits in her early years, the kind villagers took pity on her situation and let her live.

Over the years, relying on her exquisite knitting skills, the girl and her mother have gradually gained respect in the village, and the village chief Zhang Dazhong even specially gave her a two-acre corn field, so that she and her daughter do not have to worry about their livelihood.

"It's time for dinner. The girl touched her belly, and saw the shadows of the village houses next to her in the sunlight, so she jumped to a fence full of clothes, and passed through her own house, leaning against the door, sniffing hard with her little nose for the aroma of brown rice porridge.

It was only then that a smile appeared on the girl's face.

As she wished, wisps of seductive scent came from the house, and the girl couldn't help but close her eyes and smell it, and her stomach 'growled' a few times.

"Mother!" Opening the hidden wooden door, the girl hurried to a busy figure like a little bee that only saw a delicious stamen, and watched her pound the stove in front of her with a wooden spoon.

I saw a large pot of hot rice porridge stirred by a wooden spoon, and sometimes I saw bits and pieces of sweet potatoes tumbling back and forth from the porridge.

Harazi stayed again without arguing, and the girl did not erase it this time, and stood quietly by her mother's side.

"Little naughty, ran out of the village again, right?" The girl didn't look sideways at her daughter, and was concentrating on pounding the brown rice porridge that was about to be cooked: "Be careful of the wild boar in the forest running out and eating you!"

Listening to this voice full of threats but full of doting, the girl was not frightened, but stretched out her arms, hugged her mother's back, and said delicately: "I haven't tasted wild boar yet, mother, do you want to ask Wang Er's father for a few taels of pork, let's eat pork porridge!"

The girl's mother didn't say anything when she heard this, but just fiddled with the wooden spoon.

Wild boar is too expensive, and I can't pull my skin to ask Wang Er and his father for it, so it's better to weave a few more clothes to exchange, and strive to make a pot of fragrant pork porridge for my daughter before the end of the month.

That's what the girl's mother thought to herself.

Seeing that her mother didn't respond, the girl didn't think much about it, so she buried her head behind her mother and quietly felt the body temperature from her mother.

She lost her father at an early age, and cherished the days when mother and son depended on each other.

"Bell!" put the wooden spoon against the side of the iron pot on the stove, and the sweet potato porridge full of enticing aroma was finally cooked.

Before the mother and son could pick up the dishes and chopsticks, they suddenly heard a thunderclap outside the door, and a strong wind blew on the side window, making a 'squeak' sound.

The sky darkened, and the rolling dark clouds slowly gathered, obscuring the midday sun.

"Oh no!" the girl said anxiously, "It's going to rain heavily, and the little naughty will take back the clothes that are hanging outside our house with me, and it's not good to get wet." ”

I saw two figures, one large and one small, hurriedly rushing out of the house, and were about to put away the clothes hanging on the fence outside the house.

Suddenly, a very dazzling lightning bolt lit up the sky, and the houses in the village, the woodland behind it, and the crops on the periphery were all shrouded in white light for a moment.

The girl quickly closed her eyes, her body couldn't help trembling, she was very afraid of the thunderstorm, especially the lightning just now, which made her hold the corner of her mother's clothes tightly.

The girl's mother hurriedly covered her daughter's eyes with her hand, and picked up the clothes one after another with the other hand.

A few breaths after that lightning flashed, a deafening thunderclap rang out, followed by a dozen more lightning bolts that flashed through the sky one after another, making the village flicker and darken.

One by one, the villagers of the village came out, muttering loudly and putting away their clothes.

Countless thunderbolts exploded, causing the villagers to hurriedly raise their hands to cover their ears, and at the same time, a bad premonition arose in their hearts.

"It's strange, this has just come to the beginning of spring, and it is impossible to have such a scary lightning. ”

"Isn't God having eyes to come and take in the county lord raised by the bitch? ”

"Don't say it, it's really possible, people are watching the sky, and the new county lord will increase the tax by fifty percent, so that we are about to run out of food!"

"Don't make any noise, hurry up and put away your clothes and go back to the house to hide from the rain, there is no Lang Zhong in the village to treat you if you are cold!"

At this time, the villagers did not see that under the rolling dark clouds in the distance, there was a whirlpool the size of a house, and the speed was getting faster and faster, and in the blink of an eye, a figure the size of a black spot was violently thrown out by the center of the whirlpool!

"Boom!" A shocking sound that was better than the previous thunder suddenly shook out, and the dark clouds around it were all dispersed.

And in the village below, all the villagers were very strangely still with this loud noise, still maintaining the movement of collecting their clothes.

It seemed that all strength had finally been exhausted, and there was no more thunder in the sky, and the terrifying lightning was gone.

Only a drizzle fell, dripping onto the clothes of the villagers who were still still.

......

Lao Hua opened his eyes and found himself wrapped in a quilt full of patches.

"I'm here..." struggled to sit up, Lao Hua rubbed his forehead, his mind seemed to be dragged by countless pieces of lead and iron, and it was extremely heavy.

Looking around, Lao Hua found himself in an extremely narrow room, the walls were all bare red stone bricks, and a broom made of straw hung upside down.

On top of that, there was an old wooden table with a peeling paint finish on one side of the bed, and a steaming cyan stone bowl on the top.

"What the hell am I..."

"You're awake, big brother!" A crisp and immature child's voice suddenly sounded from outside the door, startling Lao Hua, who was full of doubts.

I saw a female doll wearing a pale yellow cloth shirt and a face full of black and mud broke in, and quickly rushed to the side of Lao Hua's bed, looking at the boy on the bed with a pair of big black and shiny eyes full of curiosity.

"Hell!!" Lao Hua hurriedly crawled against the wall next to the bed, looking at the little girl who suddenly appeared in horror.

"I'm human!" The girl pursed her lips and looked at the young man angrily: "My mother said, it's very rude to call others ghosts!"

Lao Hua didn't speak, and raised his hand to point at the girl in a trembling manner.

"You are so strange!" Seeing the young man's behavior, the girl was very unreasonable: "It was me and my mother who rescued you from the outside." ”

After a pause, the girl suddenly raised her voice viciously and said, "If it weren't for me and my mother, you would have been eaten by a wild boar a long time ago!"

"Little girl, don't make trouble!" A voice sounded from behind her, and I saw a middle-aged woman with gray hair and sideburns hurriedly running to her daughter's side and pulling her away from the bed.

The middle-aged woman waited to block the still angry female doll behind her, and said to the young man on the bed: "Young man, my little girl is young and ignorant, don't blame." ”

Seeing that the young man did not answer, the woman immediately said, "I have boiled a medicinal soup for you, drink it while it is hot, and do not catch the cold." ”

So saying, the woman took the stone bowl on the table and sat down gently on the side of the bed.

Lao Hua finally came back to his senses, looked at the plainly dressed mother and daughter in front of him, and had a lot of thoughts.

As he slowly swallowed the medicinal soup sent by the woman, Lao Hua muttered, "What the hell am I... Where are you, and who are you?"

"You found it in the woodland outside our village. At that time, you were already dying, and my little girl and I only wanted to save you, and there was no other purpose. ”

......

Lao Hua gradually understood the current situation, it turned out that the mother and daughter mistakenly thought that he was an outsider lost in the forest, but for some reason fainted on the ground until they were rescued.

But Lao Hua still has a vague memory of himself, and he only knows that he seems to have started a fight with Leizhou in the Song Kingdom? Why haven't the reinforcements sent by the imperial court arrived yet? He couldn't hold it anymore, and his brothers fell one after another, and the sky where the war spread was full of arrows, the enemy's deafening war drums, and the shouting tribal Tartars...

Lao Hua buried his head in pain, and two lines of tears gradually flowed out of his eyes, seeping out from his fingers and dripping onto the futon.