The first Taoist priest of the Tang Dynasty

"Little sister, if the float moves, don't shout any more. If you shout loudly, the fish will be scared away."

Zhong Wen saw that the float only sank a little, and then came up, it was just the fish testing, Zhong Wen hurriedly told Xiao Hua, don't do it in vain.

"Brother, I won't shout anymore."

Xiaohua knew that her yelling just now had scared away the fish that could have been caught, so she quickly covered her mouth and kept silent.

Time passed by, and there were already several big fish in the small basket, at least for Xiaohua, it belonged to the big fish.

Three or four carp weighing about two catties were lying in the small basket at the moment.

Originally, there was an opportunity just now to catch a big fish weighing at least five or six catties. Unfortunately, the silk thread was not thick enough, and it was not strong enough. In the end, the thread broke and the fish ran away.

"Brother, it's getting late, let's go home, it's time for Mom and Dad to go home."

Xiao Hua looked at the fish in the small basket, and felt that these fish were enough for the family to eat for several days, and the weather was getting late.

"Okay, let's go home. Anyway, the line of my fishing rod has been broken, and I have no chance to fish. I will make some better silk threads tomorrow."

Zhong Wen couldn't help it either. Without the silk thread, he couldn't fish anymore. He threw the fishing rod made of small bamboo on the spot, picked up the basket and small wooden hoe, and then walked towards the village.

Along the way, Xiao Hua was humming some kind of song, at least Zhong Wen couldn't understand what kind of song Xiao Hua was humming, there were no words, only the tune.

As long as Xiaohua is happy, it will definitely show on her face, or her whole body will shake, because she will only be like this when she is happy.

Unlike Zhong Wen, who seldom speaks, or is more like a mute.

When they returned home, Zhong Mugen and his wife hadn't returned home yet, but it was estimated that the time would be almost the same.

Afterwards, Zhong Wen carried the basket and placed it beside the kitchen, waiting for his parents to go home to clean up in the ditch under the kitchen.

Sitting on the stone in front of the open space, the siblings watched the path boredly, waiting for their parents to come home and make dinner.

Although Zhong Wen can also make some dinner, it seems that he has never done it before, and Zhong Wen does not want to be more abnormal for the time being. Besides, it has not been long since he has just crossed over, so naturally it will take some time to get used to this body. And this home, or even this world.

Less than half an hour later, Zhong Mugen and his wife returned home as usual.

"Xiaowen, where did these fish come from? There hasn't been any water recently, how did you get the fish?"

Xiu saw a lot of fish in the basket next to the kitchen, and although she was happy, she didn't know where the fish came from.

"Aniang, this is a fish that my brother and I went fishing by the small river. We caught a big fish, but unfortunately the line broke and the big fish ran away."

Like a happy elf, Xiao Hua ran to explain to her old mother, praising her brother all the time.

"Xiaowen, Xiaohua, don't always go to the river to play, there are many snakes there."

Zhong Mugen looked at the fish in the basket, and was equally happy in his heart, but he still did not forget to tell his son and daughter.

"Father, we know."

After Zhong Wen heard this, he quickly responded to his parents, but he didn't take Zhong Mugen's words to heart. The small river is not like a mountain forest. There are no big beasts there, and some are just snakes. If you're a little more careful, it's unlikely that anything will happen.

Naturally, I had fish porridge for dinner, and I cooked a big pot.

As for the taste, Zhong Wen didn't want to say anything, as long as there is no condition to remove the fishy smell, some are good to eat.

But in Zhong Wen's mind, he was thinking about whether he would make a meal for his family tomorrow, but he just didn't know if those ingredients were available.

Wild onions, garlic, and ginger are easy to find, but others are not easy to get.

Moreover, the salt at home is kept by Zhuo Xiu. It is difficult for Zhong Wen to cook a meal. At least with his height, he cannot reach the basket hanging high on the wall. There is a small half of the bowl in the basket. gray black kosher salt.

Every time the gruel is cooked at home, some of this gray-black coarse salt is added, which is bitter and astringent, and the gruel is a little gray. Zhong Wen refuses it in his heart, but he still has to fill his stomach. , I can only make do with it, besides, this body has long been used to it.

After eating, Xiu wanted to weave hemp, but was stopped by Zhong Mugen.

"Miss, don't do it today, wait a few days, the big tiger in the forest last night, I don't know if he left, we'd better be careful."

After Zhong Mugen finished speaking, he called Zhong Wen and his sister back to the house, and then he and his wife packed up the things in the kitchen.

Like yesterday, the wooden door of the stove was closed, and a few wooden sticks were placed on the top of the door of the thatched cottage. After checking it, Zhong Mugen lay down.

Although it was already dark, it was estimated that it would be less than eight o'clock in the evening.

But it is really difficult for Zhong Wen to go to sleep right now.

In Zhong Wen's previous life, before one or two o'clock in the middle of the night, he basically couldn't sleep. Even if he was fine, he would lie on the bed and check Moments with his mobile phone.

But now, I have to close my eyes and go to bed at eight o'clock, and it is also difficult to fall asleep.

"Xiaowen, how did you catch the fish today? Our family doesn't have a fishing rod, and the people in the village don't know how to do it. How did you catch the fish?"

Zhong Mugen suddenly asked Zhong Wen about fishing. According to Zhong Mugen's common sense of life, fish is very difficult to get.

"Father, I know, I got some silk thread and tied it to a piece of bamboo today. The fishhook uses barbs. I also made a small hoe, dug some earthworms, and strung them on the barbs. It can be thrown into the river for fishing."

Xiao Hua rushed to talk and responded to Zhong Mugen. Although there seemed to be no problem, Zhong Wen didn't explain any more after hearing it, because Xiao Hua had already explained it.

After Zhong Mugen heard this, he didn't understand how the fishing rod was made. He thought that he would come back tomorrow to see how to make it. When he was free, he could also catch some fish to solve the dilemma of having no fish and no meat at home.

In fact, in the past two days, in addition to hare meat, the family has today's fish meat, which is considered the best in the village.

The family of four stopped talking, lying on the thatched mat with their eyes open or closed.

In a daze, Zhong Wen heard a lot of movement, as if it came from the village.

Zhong Wen sat up, the room was dark, he couldn't see anything clearly, and felt that his parents were beside him at this time, as if sitting up.

"Ah, ah, hit, help..."

A lot of movement came to Zhong Wen's ears from not far away, and there was a heavy muffled roar.

Xiu hurriedly hugged her son and daughter tightly in her arms, afraid that this unfortunate thing would happen to her.

"roar, roar"

The sound of two tiger roars made Xiaohua tremble all over in fright, and even Zhong Wen was a little scared.

This is the roar of a tiger. It sounds like the tiger has entered the village and is attacking some villager's house. Otherwise, why is the call for help so urgent?

The cry for help just now came from the village, and the person who called for help was probably in danger.

"You stay at home, I'll go and have a look."

Zhong Mugen got up from the thatched mat, and took a wooden stick from the side, ready to open the door.

"Husband, don't go."

Xiu heard that her husband was going to save people in the village, but this big tiger is not something everyone can afford, maybe after going there, he would die and come back.

"Listening to the sound, there should be a lot of people in the village. As long as there are more people, this big tiger will definitely not dare to hurt people. You stay at home and close the door to resist."

After Zhong Mugen finished speaking, he opened the door and ran towards the village holding the wooden stick.

Xiu hurried to the door, quickly closed the door, and put two or three wooden sticks on top, and then she felt relieved.

But for her husband, she raised her heart again.

"Mother, trust me, there are more shouts in the village at this time, and I think many people in the village have already risen to save people."

In Zhong Wen's ears, many people shouted, as if they were chasing the big tiger, more like threatening the hurting tiger.

"Roar, Roar, Roar"

The sound of the tiger came three times in a row, making Xiao Hua even more nervous, hugging her mother tightly.

Zhong Wen got up and stood by the gate, looking outside through the gap.

A little moonlight shines on the open space in front of the house, but nothing can be seen. Dumb is not in the open space in front of Zhong Wen's house.

Maybe it was because of curiosity, or maybe it was because of the shouts of many people, that made Zhong Wen want to take a look at this big tiger.

If Zhong Wen was older and stronger, he might also follow his father to help.

"Xiaowen, come back and lie down, your father will be fine."

Xiu called out to Zhong Wen who was by the door, fearing that the big tiger would come suddenly.

Zhong Wen had no choice but to obey his old mother's words, turned around and sat on the straw mat, listening quietly to the sounds from the village.

"Roar"

There was another roar, but it was much weaker than the previous one. I don't know what's going on in the village, let alone Zhong Mugen.

In fact, Zhong Wen was quite worried about himself as a cheap father. If the tiger was just an average-sized tiger, he wouldn't be too worried, but if it was a strong male tiger, it would be a little troublesome.

Of course, this is just Zhong Wen thinking about this matter with the thinking of modern people. He has not yet thought that this is an ancient time, a small village, and there are no tools to deal with tigers. Except for sticks, there are only rocks and stones.

Chapter 18 Wounded Wounded, Dead Dead

Following the roar of the tiger, the shouts of the villagers, and the screams of children, many voices were mixed in, and the voices in Zhong Wen's ears became less and less, and also became smaller and smaller.

The three members of Zhong Wen's family stayed quietly in the house, not knowing what the situation in the village was like, let alone whether anyone was injured, some were just worried about Zhong Mugen.

An hour later, there was a noise from the gate, which scared Xiu and the three of them into shock, thinking that the big tiger had come to their house.

"Xiu, open the door, it's me."

After the gate was slapped a few times, Zhong Mugen's call came, which made Xiu and the three of them calm down from their nervousness just now.

Xiu quickly got up and opened the door.

Zhong Mugen held a wooden stick and stood in the middle of the gate. Some moonlight shone on Zhong Mugen's body. In the eyes of Zhong Wen's brothers and sisters, it was like a hero returning.

After Zhong Mugen entered, he closed the door, turned around and sat on the straw mat, feeling a little tired.

"Father, is there any injury?"

Xiu asked her husband in the dark, she was in a hurry to enter the room just now, she didn't have time to ask more questions.

"I'm fine, but Ah Cai and his family... cough."

Zhong Mugen stopped in the middle of speaking, and in Zhong Wen's ears, it seemed that something bad was going on for Uncle Cai's family.

Xiu didn't ask any more questions, as long as her husband wasn't hurt, that was the most important thing. As for what happened to Ah Cai and his family, based on what her husband said, it was probably in trouble.

This is not the first time that the village has been attacked by wild animals. This is also a common thing, but it will make the family more difficult, and the people in the village will also feel sad.

Sad, sad, worried, all kinds of emotions surround everyone. As for what happened to Ah Cai's family, we can only find out tomorrow.

As for the old man and the tiger, no one cares whether he is dead or injured.

After going to sleep nervously all night, the sky was getting brighter, and as the sky gradually brightened, Zhong Mugen and his wife got up from the straw mat, went out, and walked towards Ah Cai's house.

The Zhong Wen brothers and sisters also woke up at this time, and wanted to follow, but thought that it might be a little bloody, so they finally endured their curiosity.

"Brother, I'm afraid."

Xiao Hua crawled towards Zhong Wen, raised her head and shouted at Zhong Wen, Zhong Wen then looked at Xiao Hua, knowing that the little girl had been terrified since yesterday, and that her parents were not around this early in the morning, so she probably felt very sad. There is no sense of security anymore.

"Don't be afraid, brother is here."

Zhong Wen embraced Xiao Hua, stretched out his hand and touched Xiao Hua's small head.

At this time, Ah Cai's house in the village was in a mess. The ground of Ah Cai's house was stained with blood. On the straw not far away, it has been dead for a long time.

Ah Cai was also wounded all over his body, one arm was long gone, and the wound had stopped bleeding. He was lying on the straw mat at home, staring blankly at the roof.

The three children of Ah Cai's family huddled together in their arms, their eyes were dull, or they might have been so frightened by the scene last night, their faces were full of tears, fortunately, there was nothing on the three children. What a wound.

Many villagers in the village came to Ah Cai's house, seeing this scene, they didn't know how to comfort him, saying nothing was appropriate.

Ah Cai, originally surnamed Li, named Cai, is a generous and honest man. The villagers in the village basically call him Ah Cai.

Ah Cai's wife's real surname is He, she has no name, and she is called Ah Hua.

Ah Cai's three sons and daughters are not very old. The eldest is Ah Shui, who is one year younger than Zhong Wen. The second daughter, A Xiu, is only seven years old.

There are no elders in the family. Five or six years ago, I fled from other places and came here. I settled down in the village, and I have a shelter. Later, I took up the land in Guanli, and life gradually improved. It is a happy family of five.

Unexpectedly, disaster befell their family again, with some injured and some dead.

The world is not easy, life is difficult, perhaps this best reflects the Ah Cai family at this time.

"Ah Cai, Ah Hua has already gone. You still need to take the lead in her funeral. You have to cheer up. Ah Shui and the others still need you to take care of them. We can't go on like this."

An elder in the village spoke to Ah Cai. Although he knew this kind of suffering, it was hard for anyone to accept it, but it had already happened and nothing could be changed.

Ah Cai was lying on the straw mat, his eyes were dull, there were no tears in them, and they also had no luster, like someone who had lost everything, the eyes of someone who had no hope for life.

"Come on, everyone, help Ah Cai with his funeral. Go and cut down some trees to make a thin-skinned coffin for burial."

The elder spoke again, shouting to some villagers who came to Ah Cai's house, and directed everyone to help.

The men went to the forest to cut some trees and make a thin-skinned coffin, while the women were boiling water, preparing to wash A Hua's body before putting it in the coffin. Some people also went to the temple and asked the priests to come over and do it thing.