Dihao's civilian life

The rose flowers bloom in the woodland to the north of Yucheng, where there is a small brook flowing with clear water.

There is a lot of rain in spring, even in shallow streams, there are not a few tiptoe stones.There are only five or six large round stones protruding from the water, and they are far apart from each other.

Yu Su jumped on the big boulder, briskly like a deer in the forest.

The forest wind blows on the water, bringing ripples and drying the water stains on the boulders.The stones under his feet were dry, so Yu Su would not slip and fall into the water.The turquoise pendant on Yu Su's chest rose and fell when Yu Su jumped, revealing a ray of sky blue in the morning light.Yu Su brushed back his hair and smiled inadvertently. He saw the rose flowers by the stream.

Yu Su wore a short-sleeved sackcloth and carried a bamboo basket. He went to the stream to dig clay.

There is a lot of pottery clay by the stream, and after being washed by the stream water, delicate pottery can be produced without manual washing.

The bamboo basket was placed on the bank of the stream, and Yu Su squatted down, holding a small wooden tool in his hand, and skillfully dug the clay.He rolled up the soft clay with his hands and put it into the bamboo basket.

The potters in Yucheng would go to the hills south of Yucheng to fetch soil, but only Yusu would come to the north.There is a large piece of rose here, which is red and very beautiful.

After washing his muddy hands and feet in the stream, Yu Su left the stream and walked towards the rose bushes.He broke off a branch of rose at random, not afraid of the thorns.His index finger was pricked by a thorn, and there was a thin ray of pain.

People don't like roses, just like people don't like thorns.Yu Su was greedy for its beauty, he held his injured finger in his mouth, and looked at the rose with his left hand.It is delicate and tender, ready to bloom, stained with water and dew.

Yu Su crossed the stream again on the cobblestones, carrying a bamboo basket.The bamboo basket is filled with pottery clay, and a rose flower is pinned to the clay.

Returning to Yucheng from the banks of the Rose River, one needs to pass through a large barren cemetery.People in Yucheng are buried there after death, generation after generation.

When Yu Su's blue hair turns to white hair, his youthful and beautiful face ages, and his life comes to an end, there will also be a low tomb for him.In the morning of spring, there will also be a few roses blooming in his resting place.

Yu Su walked leisurely through the cemetery without thinking about death.He was just 15 years old and in his prime.

The cemetery and the Yucheng settlement are separated by a moat.A wide and deep trench, if there is no bridge connecting the two banks, people will not be able to cross it.Only birds can fly freely above it.

The trenches protect Yu people from foreign enemies and wild animals.

Yu Su crossed the wooden bridge and slowly walked into the huge settlement.People greeted him from time to time along the way, and they called:

"Little Su."

"Asu."

Yu Su responded one by one.

Those who call him include adults and children, men and women, and most of them are girls.Yu Su is very popular with girls.

Yu Su's house is just to the north of the settlement, next to the North Bridge.After crossing the North Bridge, Yu Su's neighbors are all around.

Most of the houses in the north are earth-walled and tile-roofed houses with uniform styles and about the same size.They are in different order, and almost every building has a big yard.There are many residents here, people talk endlessly, and dogs and chickens hear each other.

Yu Su came to a house where a Tangli tree was planted.It is in the flowering period, and the small white flowers are all over the branches. From a distance, they press down on the roof like piles of snow.

"Sue?"

Yu Su pushed open the chaifei, walked into the yard, and heard a voice coming from the house.

"Mother is me." Yu Su put the bamboo basket on the sundry rack, rubbed the soles of his shoes on the stone steps, and walked into the house.

Mother Yu sat by the firepit, twisting hemp rope with a pottery spinning wheel.The spinning wheel spins rapidly, winding the hemp rope round and round.

A large pottery ge was placed on the firepit. Steam was coming from the mouth of the ge, and the aroma of food permeated the room.Not far from the firepit, lay a little baby, he (she) was sleeping peacefully, covered with a sackcloth.A purplish red pigment made from berries to create a saw-leaf pattern on sackcloth.

Yu Suzhen sat beside the baby, looked down, and he could smell the faint smell of milk on the baby's body.

"Your Sister He's child, send it here." Mother Yu smiled, and when she smiled, there were fine wrinkles at the corners of her eyes.Her facial features are well-proportioned, her eyebrows and eyes are gentle, she should have been beautiful when she was young.

Sister He is A'er's wife, and she is the next-door neighbor to Yu Su's family.

Yu Su lowered her body and stretched out her fingers to touch the baby's cheek.As soon as he touched the baby's face with his fingers, Yu's mother slapped him away.

"Don't go to eat yet, such a grown-up person, he ran to play in the cemetery again." Mother Yu scolded her, but her words were gentle.

"Mum, I'm not going to play." Yu Su obediently carried the bowl and went to Tao Ge to fill the food.The stew was mixed with corn, mussel meat, and vegetables.

Yu Su served a bowl for herself and also helped her mother.

"Where's father?"

"Your father was summoned by Yu Jun, and he ate it."

Yu Su ate the hot food slowly.He clings to the wooden spoon, puts a spoonful into his mouth, chews and swallows, and then takes another bite.Yu Su didn't eat as rudely as other men, but looked very well-behaved.

Mother Yu touched her son's head, and Yu Su tilted her head, as if unwilling.He felt that he was too old to be a child.Yu Su is the youngest child in the family, and as the youngest, he is the most favored.

"Mum, I dug up a basket of clay that can make two pots." Yu Su remembered that yesterday, when her mother was washing snails and mussels, she accidentally broke a pot.

"It's hard to burn pottery. When you grow up, I will go to Yujun's office with your father." Mother Yu never stopped spinning.

"Let's talk about it when I grow up, mother." Yu Su took away her mother's spinning wheel and handed her a bowl of warm food.

Yusu's father and brother are all subordinates of Lord Yu, and they can enter and leave the palace city located in the center of the settlement.Yu Su is not as curious about Miyagi as her peers are, probably because her father and brother work there.

The high palace wall separates the civilian residential area. There is only one gate leading to the palace city, and that gate is guarded by many guards.Yu Su's father and brother are guards.

After dinner, Yu Su came to the courtyard, his "studio".It was a small house, which used to be used to store sundries, and it was very messy inside.Yu Su packed it up and used it to place pottery tools.

Yu Su moved the pottery tools outside the small house: a small wooden table, a pottery turntable, and some miscellaneous items.Yu Su put the clay on a smooth bluestone, carefully picked out the rotten leaves of water plants in the clay, and kneaded the clay.

Many local families can make pottery.There is a large pottery workshop in the settlement, which is dedicated to making pottery for Yu Jun.Yu Su's master is a potter in Da Tao Fang, and Yu Su calls him Uncle Ren.

The pottery clay on the bluestone slab was as delicate as silk. Yu Su rubbed it into mud sticks and used the mud stick method to make pottery pots.

The pottery turntable creaked and rotated in an orderly manner, and the pottery embryos on the turntable were formed little by little.

After an unknown amount of time, a fat chirp was heard chirping on the Tangli tree. Yu Su stopped the turntable and raised his head.He wiped the hair around his ears with the back of his hand, and the tassels on the braids rubbed against his neck, itching.

With mud in one hand, Yu Su moved away and washed his hands in the wooden bucket.Going back and forth, he saw a rose flower placed under the bluestone slab.It is almost withered, and the dew stained in the morning has been dried.

Yu Su picked up the rose flower, put it beside Tao Yu, and carried it to the wooden stand together with Tao Yu.

The effect of the wind and the temperature at noon makes the soft pottery embryos gradually acquire hardness, and also makes the rose flowers wither and wither.

The sun moves silently on the wooden frame, like a cloud in the sky.

Yu Su holds the brush and paints the pottery embryo with black paint.What he painted was the Chinese rose, and what he captured was the posture of the petals in bud, which was elegant and moving.Painted painted pottery, black and white, elegant and unique.

Yu Su's house didn't have a kiln for firing pottery, so he put half-finished pottery on a wooden table and walked towards Uncle Ren's house.

The fat chirp on the Tangli tree was still chirping, and in the distance, a few naughty children were chasing him outside the courtyard.

**

Under the caress of the sunset glow, the reeds by the water burst into golden light.

Si Hao, who was driving the flock, suddenly stopped, looking at the sunset in the wilderness.He stood with his chest folded, with a shepherd's whip in his hand, and his raised face was indifferent and quiet.His facial features are very handsome, and his eyebrows and eyes have a seriousness that does not match his age.He was quite young, about sixteen or seventeen years old.

"Wang Wang!"

A little black dog circled around Si Hao, it wagged its tail and kept barking.It is still small, with a round body and short legs, and its voice is milky.

When Si Hao picked it up, he planned to raise it as a shepherd dog.It still needs to wait for it to grow up and train it.

"Baa baa..." the sheep shouted joyfully, as if they were urging the owner, the sun is already west, hurry up and drive us back to the sheep pen.Their bellies are chubby, and the green grass in the mountains and plains in spring allows them to live a carefree life.

Si Hao looked away, and found that the sheep had followed the head sheep a long way, and they were walking in the direction of returning to the sheep pen.

The place where Si Hao herds sheep is not far from home, but there is no road, and the surroundings are full of weeds.The spreading thorns often bleed from the feet wearing straw sandals, and there are also various snakes lurking in the grass.

When he first came here, Si Hao suffered a lot.I had to exchange a stone shell coin with the local residents for a pair of sheepskin shoes.

Brown leather shoes rustled through the grass.The sheep stepped on light footsteps and bleated all the way with their smart ears.Occasionally one of them stops to eat grass, Si Hao pushes it, whips it on the grass, he loves his livestock.

Muchun came to Jiaoshan and bought more than 20 sheep from the shepherd, some big and some small.During the period of raising them, they are still alive, and they are living well.

"What..."

A white lamb stopped suddenly, and it snuggled up to a cluster of flowers, which were rose flowers in full bloom.

Familiar flowers fell into the eyes, Si Hao stretched out his hand, touched the soft flowers, two petals fell on his palm.With a dignified and melancholy expression, he patted off the petals and drove the white lamb into the flock.

In the setting sun, the figures of him and the flock were stretched very long, and behind him was a black puppy.