Jincheng flower hour

"I thought the eggs were stolen by snakes, and I have been throwing eggs these days. Erlang, look, scare, a brood of chicks hatched!"

Early in the morning, Daqing's daughter-in-law, Ahe, came to the hospital with a litter of little yellow chickens, her face full of surprise.Zhuang Yang looked at the fluffy little yellow chicken in the bamboo basket, and couldn't help reaching out to touch it.The chicks are squawking, with soft egg-yellow fluff, tender red kisses and paws, and black bean-like eyes.

"Six." Zhuang Yang stretched out his hand to count, and there was a chatter under his fingers.

"Just in front of the yard."

They are so small that they will be picked up by weasels and snakes if they are kept loose behind the house.

"When raised in front of the yard, the bamboo shoots will bite the chicken."

A-He glanced at the ball of fur lying on the porch basking in the sun, and felt that the "house thief" was hard to guard against.

"The chickens are raised in bamboo cages, and the bamboo shoots cannot be caught."

Bamboo shoots eat bamboo leaves and seem to be interested in meat.Once a little rooster in the backyard leaped over the fence and ran ecstatically on the bamboo mountain, bathing in the free sunshine.Suddenly, he was slammed by a bamboo shoot lurking in the bamboo forest and bit the ground.The little rooster made a terrible cry, but luckily Ah He heard it and went to rescue it.

Since then, Ahe's protection against bamboo shoots is like protection against weasels.

The bamboo shoot, which had just had a full meal of the plump bamboo shoots, was lying motionless on the wooden board and sleeping. It didn't notice it, and it became a topic by itself.

A'He pulled out a chicken coop from the utility room, squatted in the yard, and sent the chicks into the cage one by one.Ah He glanced at the bamboo shoot sleeping in front from time to time, fearing that it would suddenly come and make trouble.Occasionally, Zhuli can see tapirs coming down from the mountains, running to the farm yard to bite the iron pot, and cats spoiling fruits and vegetables in the farmland.People don't eat tapir meat, so they just drive them back to the mountains.As for keeping tapir cubs at home, that's unheard of.

Egg cakes can still guard the house, but bamboo shoots can only sleep, eat bamboo and make trouble.

Being disgusted by others does not affect the sweet sleep of bamboo shoots.It didn't even notice that Zhuang Yang walked by.

Zhuang Yang used a small pottery bowl to fill the pool with water and put it in the chicken coop. This bowl of clear water was for the little yellow chickens to drink.

"Is there any rice bran at home?"

"Erlang, yes."

"Feed them rice bran and they will grow faster."

Raise it a little bigger, and then put it in the backyard for free range.For such a small chick, the rice bran to eat needs to be ground, then mixed with chopped vegetable leaves, put in a pot, and let them peck.

Although pampered and pampered, Zhuang Yang also understands such tasks as feeding chickens and farming.

Zhuang Yang also knows exactly how many chickens and ducks, how many fields, and how much savings he has at home.He seems to be careless, but in fact, he has a lot of troubles about family affairs.

This morning, as usual, A Ping went to study at his uncle's house, Zhuang Lan ran to Quanzi's house to play, Zhuang Yang walked in his yard, and saw A Yi harvesting radishes in the radish field by his river, so he walked towards the river go.

On the other side of the river, Quanzi made a straw target and hung it on a tree.He draws a bow and shoots arrows, practicing bows and arrows.Zhuang Lan followed beside him, playing with the slingshot in his hand.

There are not many radishes left in the radish field, and they are harvested so that the fields can be turned over for a new round of sowing.

"Erlang, no need, no need, there are not many, I will collect it myself."

Seeing Zhuang Yang pull out two radishes and put them in the basket, Ah Yi hurried over to dissuade him.

Zhuang Yang wears a silk robe, which is not suitable for farm work.

"Ayi, after digging the soil, plant cabbage. Are there any cabbage seeds?"

"Have."

Ah Yi knows how to plant a lot of crops. He is Yi Sou's grandson, and his family was originally a tenant.

Zhuang Yang stepped out of the field and walked towards the opposite bank.From the moment he arrived at the riverside until now, Quanzi has been practicing bowing.It can be seen that his archery skills are sophisticated, but he doesn't know who he learned from.Turning his eyes away from Gouzi, he looked for Zhuang Lan, who was playing with a slingshot on leaves not far away.The younger sister is playful and prefers things for boys to play with.

Seeing her brother coming, Zhuang Lan quickly hid the slingshot behind her back.Zhuang Yang smiled and said, "I saw it, did Quanzi make it for you?" Zhuang Lan said triumphantly, "Yes, brother, brother Quanzi is so amazing."

It is very powerful.

Zhuang Yang stood aside and watched the dog shoot the target, and the arrow flew to the bull's-eye.Picking arrows, pulling strings, and releasing arrows all in one go, to have such proficiency and skill shows that he has practiced hard and is quite talented.

Zhuang Yang never played with a slingshot when he was a child, but he has learned bow and arrow. He is not good at these things, and his level is just that way.

After Gouzi shot the last arrow in the quiver, he went to the target, pulled out all the arrows, and collected them one by one.He didn't look back at Zhuang Yang, but he knew that Zhuang Yang had come over and had been watching him.

"Who did you learn bow and arrow from?"

Zhuang Yang came over to inquire. He was standing beside Quanzi, and Quanzi's head only reached his shoulders.

"A veteran taught me."

Quanzi said very proudly that his Uncle Wang was a sharpshooter in the army when he was not disabled.

"Show me, did you make it yourself?"

"Ah."

Zhuang Yang wanted to see Quanzi's bow and arrow, Quanzi obeyed, and handed the wooden bow and an arrow to Zhuang Yang.Zhuang Yang stroked the wooden bow, the bow body was very rough, and when the arrow was lost, the feathers sticking to it were crumbling.It is such a simple tool, but the dog can shoot every arrow into the target, which is amazing.

This kind of archery is worthy of the best bow.

Zhuang Yang returned the bow and arrow to Quan Zi, and asked him: "Are you in good health?" The chafing on the cheek has scarred, I hope there will be no scar left.Quanzi is a handsome young man with thick eyebrows and big eyes. It would be a pity to leave scars on such a face.Quanzi noticed that Zhuang Yang was looking at the wound on his face, so he turned his face away and refused to show it.He ignored Zhuang Yang, but stood in front of the target and continued to practice bow and arrow.

"Alan, you come back with me, it's time to eat."

Zhuang Yang called Zhuang Lan away and took Zhuang Lan across the wooden bridge.The siblings were walking on the wooden bridge, and Zhuang Lan kept playing with her slingshot, loving it.Zhuang Yang looked at her clothes and the blades of grass hanging from her head, and knelt down to help her pat the blades of grass away.When Zhuang Yang left, he didn't pay attention to Quanzi looking at his figure, without taking his eyes off it.

Gouzi put away his bow and arrow, and when he looked towards Zhuang Yang's brother and sister, he saw Zhuang Yang patting Zhuang Lan's clothes.He didn't understand why Zhuang Lan didn't like to stay with his brother, but wandered around.She has such a brother who loves her so much.

Dog's house, two meals a day.This morning, Quanzi drank a bowl of porridge and ate a potsticker, which was a very hearty meal for Quanzi.

Now Quanzi's family has several Doudou rice, which can be eaten for a long time.Every day, the fishing basket can always catch two or three fish and some small shrimps.There are wild vegetables to be dug on the mountain, and mushrooms to be picked up.If it can shoot birds and poultry, then there will be meat to eat.

After practicing bow and arrow in the courtyard and regaining the feeling of bow shooting before, Gouzi went along the river to the mountains and forests to look for small animals that could be hunted.

To the west of Zhuli, there are many empty houses and many fields are barren, but there are no large animals here, even wild boars are rare.Long ago, large animals were hunted and killed by the hungry inhabitants of Zhuli.The residents of Zhuli at that time were not the same group as today.

About 13 years ago, the Central Plains was revolutionized, and then the world was shaken.Zhuli, far in the southwest, was also affected by the turmoil. Residents fled one after another and went to deep mountains and old forests.

Several years later, the local war ceased, and the remaining residents in Zhuli were less than three-tenths of the original number.

It was at this time that the dealer moved from Jinguan City to Zhuli to settle down.

Gouzi knew nothing about Zhuli's past. He squatted in the forest, listening to the sounds of birds and beasts in the forest. He wondered why there was not even a single deer.

Gouzi has gone deep into the forest, with a bow and arrow on his back and a knife in his hand, he hides in the grass and trees, looking for his prey.

On the bank of an unnamed lake, Quanzi found a group of gray cranes, as many as five or six.He drew a bow and arrow, approached quietly, and aimed at the fat one among the reeds.Quanzi fired an arrow, the arrow feathers fluttered in the wind, the arrow body spun and flew, and fell to the pool with a snap.The fat gray crane that had survived the catastrophe screamed and fled in a hurry. Its cry was so loud that it startled all the companions in the lake.Gouzi had no choice but to pick up the shot wooden arrows from the reeds.Although the wind on the lake was strong, it didn't make sense that the arrow flew halfway and suddenly fell to the ground.

The dog twiddled the wooden arrow to check, only to find that the feathers sticking to its body had fallen off, no wonder it couldn't fly far.Dogs don't know what to do. If you want to do a good job, you must first sharpen your tools.He just felt that if he had a good arrow, he could go home with a gray crane on his back today.

The bows and arrows made by myself are obviously not good enough. It is good to practice the target, but it is not good to go out to hunt.

Although I didn't hunt anything today, at least I know that there are gray cranes staying by the lake, so I can hunt again in the future.

Going back the same way, it was already afternoon, and Quanzi returned empty-handed and depressed.

If you spend half a day picking fungi, you might have already picked two baskets.However, Gouzi was not discouraged, two baskets of fungi lost to one prey.The dog is growing, he needs meat, not to mention people who eat vegetable soup all day long will be weak, and he doesn't want to see his mother starve and suffer.

Quanzi wants to grow taller and be as heroic as the father he has never met.She can protect her mother, not be bullied, and live a prosperous and comfortable life.

There are many hills to the west of Yishui, and it takes more than an hour for Gouzi to go back and forth just by crossing one of them.Hearing that the Qiong people lived in a deeper and farther mountain forest, Quanzi thought it was probably the highest mountain in the sky.

Quanzi dare not go too far, he knows that meeting strangers in the mountains and forests often means danger and even death.What's more, it is easy to get lost when stepping into an unfamiliar environment.

Returning along the river, Gouzi was indifferent until he heard the crowing of flower frogs in the water grass.It's not just a cry, but a piece, which is quite spectacular.

Gouzi excitedly untied his bow and arrows, looking for their gray figures.Helplessly, the flower frog is cautious by nature and always hides in hidden places, making it difficult to catch.

At this time it was almost dusk, Gouzi found a tree nearby, and carved a bird on the tree with a knife as a mark.When you have nets and good bows and arrows, you can catch them later.

Illiterate dogs have their own way of recording.

This day is not considered empty-handed, at least I explored the forest within ten miles behind my house, and learned that there are gray cranes and flower frogs that can be hunted.

Because there are no large animals, the waterfowl in the Zhuli Mountain Forest grow fat and only wait for someone to hunt them.

They are either roasted or stewed, and sacrificed to the temple of the five internal organs.

After wiping off his saliva, Quanzi walked down the mountain and saw a thatched hut in front of him, which was his home.

The mountain is not his own, but Quanzi has the idea of ​​being rich in the large forest on the west bank, as well as the birds and animals in the forest.After all, their family lived on the west bank of Yishui in Zhuli.