The mountains and forests are silent, and the meaning of the starlight's existence seems to be just to prove that the night is so dark. Pen? Interesting? Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo

At this time, Huo Xiaoshan's house was brightly lit.

Song Zijun and several little daughters-in-law in the village have already cleaned up the dining table in the courtyard, and are brushing pots and dishes in the kitchen.

The wings on both sides are still brightly lit and the voices of people are continuous.

It turned out that Huo Yuan's family had built a new east wing in the past few days, using the mud that Huo Xiaoshan dragged out every day.

The village was not big, so all the families came to help, and in one day this big grass house was built, and the beams of the house were all the best sylvestris pines cut from the mountain.

In the evening, all the families gathered here, put more than a dozen tables in the courtyard of Huo Yuan's house, and the whole village was happy.

Although Huo Yuan took a bite of the big fat pig for the sake of the completion of this house, it was not enough for the whole village to come to eat, fortunately, the village was full of these people all year round, and in order to have fun and get together, he would never spare his own things, more or less took out his own good chewy goods, and took out the burning knife that he only drank during the New Year, which was really lively. Now that it was getting dark, most of the people had gone home, only Huo Yuan and Liu Erpole and a few people in the village who could be counted as characters in the east wing were talking about things.

In the west wing, Huo Xiaoshan, Ga Douzi, Erhuzi and a few half-grown children were listening to his story around the old man on the kang.

"Erniu is holding the big stick mallet, and when he gets home, he quickly ties the big stick mallet with a red head rope." The old man had already drunk the burning knife just now, his face was flushed, and he was talking with a nose and eyes.

"Why do you want to tie a red-headed rope to the mallet?" The old boss began to sell off.

"Because the mallet will run away if it is not tied with a red rope." A few children replied loudly that they had more or less heard the story from adults, so the old boss was not sold.

"Old boss, didn't you say that Erniu doesn't have a daughter-in-law, and he doesn't have a father, so where did he get the red head rope?" Huo Xiaoshan suddenly interjected.

"That's it, that's it, he doesn't have any brothers and sisters, he is so poor that he can only wear one pair of pants a year, where is he making the red head rope?" The children chimed in.

"This, this, my mother didn't say this when she told me the story, hehe." There was a hint of embarrassment on the old boss's old face.

The children covered their mouths and secretly had fun.

Naturally, the boss saw the children snickering and felt that his authority had been violated.

"Don't be useless, let's move on." He was an old man in the end, and he immediately regained his composure, "These two cows have been on the mountain for a day during the day, and they are tired, so he went to sleep." In the morning, the sun was shining on his buttocks, and he woke up all of a sudden, and he moved his nose, and guess what? When he opened his eyes, he saw that ......"

"It turns out that the broken table is full of fragrant white steamed buns." Once again, the children rushed to answer.

"Oh, this, you all know it." The old boss regretted that his pass was not sold.

"And what else do you know?" He asked the children.

"It turns out that the table full of meals was made by the big girl who turned into a big stick mallet, and later the big girl married Er Niu and gave birth to a big white fat boy." Erhuzi was in a hurry and shouted out the ending of this story directly.

"If I were Erniu, I wouldn't have to go home early to block that big mallet to cook, I knew that it must be that big stick mallet that turned into the big girl's cooking for him." Ga Bean suddenly interjected.

"Huh? How do you know? Not only did the children ask in unison, but even the old man's eyes widened, is there such a scene in this story? Not only have the little ones never heard of it, but the old man has heard it from his mother for decades, and he hasn't even heard of it.

"Then let me ask you, what is the delicious thing that the big stick mallet made for Erniu?" Ga Douzi didn't answer, but asked back.

"This, this ......" everyone was a little speechless.

"There must be fried pork slices, stewed pork ribs." Erhuzi said.

"And the flying dragon soup," said an eight or nine-year-old girl, her name is Yadan'er,

"And braised pork," Layue said.

In the minds of the children in the mountains, these are already the best things they can know, so they do not hesitate to make them with the skillful hands of this magical mallet girl.

"Then let me ask you, what do you have to put in these dishes?" Ga Douzi asked triumphantly.

"Gotta put salt!"

"Gotta put oil!"

"Gotta put chopped green onions!" The children rushed to answer.

"That's it, you have to put chopped green onions, if the two cows see that there is something delicious on the table. I'm just going to look at the mallet and smell it to see if it smells like green onions.! Ga Beanzi shook off his baggage.

"Hahaha......" The people in the room laughed, several children covered their stomachs on the kang and straightened their bones, and the old man also laughed so much that his beard curled.

"Grandpa, old man, haven't you ever taken a mallet? Where's that mallet? Huo Xiaoshan asked. People in the mountains digging mallets can not be called digging, can only be called taking, saying that digging is disrespectful to the mountain god, not only will not get the mallet, but also attract evil retribution.

"We have it in this old forest, but we have to walk a hundred and eighty miles north of the mountain road." The old boss affirmed.

"I'll go get the mallet in the future." The children have expressed their opinions.

"It's not going to work, it's not going to work." The old man hurriedly shook his hand, and his face was no longer disrespectful to the old man, "You little gazi don't know how thick the sky is, that mallet is not something that can be taken casually, and if you don't get it right, you will lose your life!" ”

"Really?" Huo Xiaoshan asked, Huo Xiaoshan definitely has a soft spot for going into the mountains to take a mallet, he has seen a mallet, and that is also in this season, Huo Yuan and Liu Erpole went into the mountain to pick it back, less than four or two, and the taproot is like a small mallet. He was most impressed by the mallet seeds, which were bright red.

"Can I still lie to you. When the four of us went, we saw a big mallet on the edge of the sinkhole, and just looking at the mallet seeds were red and red, but there was no such rich life in our lives! “

Speaking of this, the old man slapped his thigh and sighed, picked up the coarse porcelain tea bowl next to him and drank it.

A few children looked at him blankly, they didn't have the patience of this old man, and finally said that there was a mallet in the sinkhole, why did they stop pinching?

"And then, what then?" The children were so anxious that they urged vigorously.

The children thought that the old man was selling off, but the old man knew that he was a little hairy when he recalled it, and he was not really thirsty, and he drank water just to suppress the shock, so he finally endured a sip of hot drinks before continuing.

"Na Cheng thought that before we could get the mallet, the hairy monster came! With white hair and bloody eyes, he has a claw, and that claw is faster than a sickle! cut off Liu Jincai's head with one claw. Wang Gui and his father's frightened legs fell into the sinkhole, the sinkhole is not ordinarily high, even if you fall into it, you can't even think of it. The white-haired monster kicked my leg and broke it, I thought that this time it was over, it must be a small life, I didn't think that Wang Gui saw that his father was scared by the white-haired monster and fell to death in the sinkhole, so he shot at the white-haired monster, the sand particles must have hit the white-haired monster's legs, the white-haired monster was injured, and went to Wang Gui, but Wang Gui was also hit into the sinkhole with a claw. The old man said, and now he still looks like he has palpitations when he thinks of the danger at the beginning.

"And how did you get out?" Huo Xiaoshan asked.

"I passed out later, and when I woke up, the white-haired monster was gone. I guessed that the white-haired monster thought I was dead before leaving, and I used a wooden stick to clip the broken leg and tied it with a rope, and it took a lot of effort for the boss to escape from the sinkhole. Later, I met your father, who went into the mountains to collect medicine and brought me back. But if the leg is crooked, it becomes lame. "This is the first time that the old man has told the specific reason for his lameness.

"Didn't you bring back that mallet, then?" asked Yadan'er.

"Alas, what more mallet, it's good if this life can be picked up." The old boss sighed, it seems that this old boss has completely settled down in the small mountain village because of this encounter in the mountains.

"Grandpa old man, what is the pit that day?" Huo Xiaoshan still refused to give up.

"That day pit, it's a pit of the boss, I don't know how big it is, I can't see the head, wow, it's the first time I've returned to that place." The old man remembered

"Huh? Such a big pit! "The children were amazed.

"How deep is the pit in that day?" Another child asked

The old boss continued, "This sinkhole, standing on the edge of the sinkhole, I estimate that if I try to reach the tallest tree in it with my hands, it will be eight feet shorter." That day, the edge of the pit was full of steep stones, and there was no way to go down. I can tell you, don't talk about you little Gazi, even adults don't dare to go to the sinkhole, that place is very evil, I heard the old man say that the sinkhole is where the mountain god lives. Okay, I won't tell you little Gazi, I have to go back to sleep, and I have to herd the pigs tomorrow. ”

The old man picked up the bowl of tea beside him again, and talked for a while, although the water was still hot, he could bear it, so he drank it all and drank it. Then he slipped out of the kang and limped out of the door.

The big black dog, who had been lying at the feet of the children honestly, jumped on the kang, picked up the copper cigarette pouch and pot of the old man's head, jumped down again, and ran away after the old man's buttocks.

In the east wing, Huo Yuan and Liu Erpole were also sitting at the table and talking. There was a large teapot on the table, and the tea in the large porcelain bowl had been drunk.

The tea they drank was not the tea of the South, because they didn't have the money to afford it, and they didn't have the place to buy it. The tea they usually drink is the flowers and leaves of skullcap picked in the summer, dried in the sun, fried in a pot, and brewed with boiling water to make tea.

"I don't know why Li Xianglang, the third son, didn't come this year?" Liu Erpole stood up and said while refilling the tea for everyone. "I'm afraid it's not ......," he didn't continue.

Others listened to his words and their hearts sank, the people in the village already knew that the Japanese occupied Mukden City when the merchant Li came last year, could it be that it is now ......

Huo Yuan didn't speak, and he was really worried about things outside.

As a soldier's sensitivity, he felt that something big must have happened outside the mountain, but didn't he settle his home in this deep mountain and old forest because he hated the killing of war? But this time it was different, it was the Japanese who came in, and he thought that he should discuss this matter with Song Zijun, and really had to go out to see the situation outside the mountain.