Jincheng flower hour

The bow and arrow are flying, spinning rapidly in the wind, and flying to shoot a merganser soaring in the sky.The merganser fell silently from mid-air before it could utter a mournful cry.

When the merganser landed on the ground, Gouzi Gongyuan bounced back to its original position and stowed it steadily. The movement of his bow retracted was very handsome, and Aping stared in a daze.

In the past, Aping somewhat looked down on the rough people who farmed, but he admired the dog very much.Not only because Gouzi taught him how to shoot bows, but also because he really has extraordinary skills, and he is calm and confident in doing things.

Although Quanzi is only one year older than himself, in Aping's opinion, Quanzi is as reliable as his elder brother.

"Brother Dog, the bird is here!"

Zhuang Lan ran ahead and stopped in one place.They were among the reeds by the lake, and the tall reeds covered most of their children's bodies.

Instead of picking up the merganser, Zhuang Lan poked it with a branch, and the merganser was hit by an arrow, and blood stained half of its feathers red.Quanzi bent over to pick it up, and his fingers touched the blood of the merganser, which was still warm.

"It's so pitiful. It was flying happily in the sky, but it died suddenly."

It was only then that Zhuang Lan realized the cruelty of hunting. When she first came out to hunt, she was so elated that she almost ran wild in the mountains and forests.Zhuang Lan also carried Zhang Gong on her back, it was Zhang Xiaogong.Because she likes bow shooting, Zhuang Yang also bought her a bow.

"Ah."

Although Quanzi is a hunter, he agrees with Zhuang Lan's words.

"Brother Dog, the mergansers are flying away, shall we change places?"

A Li held his bow and arrow and looked at the empty reed lake. He hadn't caught any prey yet.

This lake has no name, but when it is covered with reeds, it is called Reed Lake.

Quanzi is familiar with the mountains and forests on the west bank, and it is the first time for Zhuang Lan and others to come here. They follow Quanzi so as not to get lost.

This time when he came to Luwei Lake, Quanzi did not see a gray crane, but instead hunted a merganser.There are many waterfowl here, so you can come here often in the future.

"Walking along the riverside, there are more prey."

Gouzi leads the way, and everyone follows.

Suddenly Zhuang Lan stopped, staring straight at the cliff on the other side.

"Alan, what's wrong?"

Aping asked her.

"There are beautiful flowers."

Zhuang Lan pointed to a cluster of wild flowers on the cliff.The flowers look like butterflies, but the color is an unusual blue.

Seeing everyone's doubts, Zhuang Lan said: "If I take it back, my brother will like it very much."

It is well known that Zhuang Yang loves flowers.

"It's too dangerous over there."

A Ping shook his head, longer than the cliff, not to mention the slippery moss by the water.

"I'll go pick it up."

Quanzi put down the bow and arrow in his hand, and unloaded the basket behind his back.

He took off his shoes and socks, rolled up his trousers, and waded across the river.A Ping and A Li watched worriedly, Zhuang Lan also wanted to cross the river, but was held back by A Ping.

"Brother Dog, don't pick it up, come back soon."

Aping shouted behind him.The weeds on the opposite bank were knee-deep, and in Aping's view, dangers abounded.

"Ping, there is a rope."

Zhuang Lan found a hemp rope from the basket left by the dog.

After Gouzi crossed the river, he put on his shoes again. He didn't pay attention to the shouts of Aping and the others behind him. He stood under the cliff, looking up at the brilliant flowers blooming above, thinking about how to pick them.But he didn't expect that when he was thinking under the cliff, Zhuang Lan and the others had already crossed the river.

A Ping tied the rope around his waist, then tied Zhuang Lan and A Li, and led the three of them together before wading across the water.The water in the river is actually not deep. If there are stones in the river, I am afraid that I will drown if I step on it.

"Why did you come here?"

Gouzi turned around and saw three people behind him, all of them looked like drowned rats.How neatly Gouzi crossed the river, only the trousers were wet, and Aping and the others were completely soaked.

"Brother Dog, let's pick flowers together."

Zhuang Lan squeezed the water from the corner of her clothes, full of interest.

"..."

Gouzi looked at the cliff, then at the three friends beside him, and said, "No more picking, let's go back."

If he brought them out, he had to bring them back safely. If something happened, Zhuang Yang would be very sad.

"It's too dangerous, you will fall, go back."

Ah Ping had long felt that he could not take this risk.

"it is good."

Zhuang Lan nodded. Although the flowers are beautiful, she doesn't want Brother Quanzi to get hurt.

The four of them were led by Gouzi to cross the river again, this time without pulling the rope, and Gouzi protected them across the river.

They said they were out hunting, but in fact they just came out to play with Gouzi. Except for Gouzi, the three of them couldn't shoot well, at most they could shoot dead objects—targets, and they couldn't hit a single living thing.

When I went back, it was almost dusk, and when I walked to the tree that had been marked earlier, the dog listened attentively, but there was no sound.

"Brother Dog, why don't you leave?"

A Li asked curiously, a stalk of bristlegrass was dangling in his hand.

"Shh."

The dog made a silent gesture.

Everyone stopped their movements and did not talk quietly. Although they didn't know what the dog was doing, they were very obedient.

Just when Zhuang Lan put a wild chrysanthemum on A Ping's head boredly, and A Ping glared at her angrily, he suddenly heard one or two cries similar to that of a chicken at home, and then an overwhelming cry. Thick and thin, undulating with each other.

The three looked at each other in amazement.

For their Zhuang Zhang children, their activities are limited to places where there are human settlements, that is, the southeast of Zhuli. In the past, they have never touched the mountains and forests on the west bank.Naturally, I have never encountered such a situation before, it is too novel and interesting.

"Haha, I was scared to death."

Zhuang Lan patted her flat chest.

Everyone stood up from the grass and looked at the sunset in the sky.The night wind blows the reeds by the river, accompanied by the cry of the flower frog.

Before dark, Gouzi carried a bamboo basket and walked ahead with a bow, while Alan walked behind Gouzi with a bow on his back and waving his hands.Behind Alan is Aping. Aping is playing with a bow and arrow. Two yellow wild chrysanthemums are stuck in his bow clip.Ah Li stopped, and pulled out another long dog's tail grass from the reeds. He held one in each hand, and played with his dog's tail grass like a soldier slashing and killing on the battlefield.

Gouzi turned his head, glanced at his partner behind him, reined in the rope of the basket, and continued on his way home.

Whether it's Zhuang Lan, A Ping, A Li, or even Quan Zi, when they become adults, many years later, they still remember the scene of hunting at dusk.

There is a cluster of blue flowers on the cliff, which is different from the yellow, red, and white flowers around. It grows on the cliff by the wet lake, and it is beautiful and crystal clear under the water. It is the flower of the high mountain.It is secular and independent, beautiful but not vulgar. It grows so tall just to prevent ordinary people from getting it and sniffing its fragrance.How can it be tolerated that mortals touch its delicate long leaves with hands stained with mud and sweat, and kiss its delicate buds with lips stained with the breath of the world.How could it be... Gouzi stretched out his dirty hands and gathered the leaves of the blue iris, and with the other hand held a knife to dig out the soil pockets around the flowers, digging out the roots and soil of the iris.

Sweat slid down Quanzi's forehead, and there were bump marks on his elbows, bleeding and stained with mud.The iris was caught by Gouzi with one hand and gently put into the basket behind him.

Below the basket is a deep valley, and above the basket is an endless sky.

With a rope tied around his waist, Gouzi was lying between the rocks, and when he picked this flower, he smiled happily.

Carefully climbing up to the top of the cliff, Gouzi used both hands and feet. His hands and feet were scratched by sharp and hard rocks. At this time, the pain of the wound seemed to him to be very subtle and negligible.He climbed with all his heart, and he raised one foot, looking for a place where he could land. The rock was mossy and very slippery.The dog was not afraid, he took precautions when he came down the cliff, wrapped a thick hemp rope around his waist, and the other end of the hemp rope was firmly tied to the trunk of a big tree.

This was the early morning of the second day after Aping and the others went hunting in the forest, Gouzi entered the forest with a bamboo basket on his back, just like picking fungi in the past.

His mind is full of the beautiful flower on the cliff.

Why must it be taken off, the dog actually does not understand.

Stepping on the rock with his toes, rubbing off a piece of moss on it, Gouzi put his feet away, sat on the top of the cliff, looked back at the way he came, and looked at the verdant valley below the cliff.

He took off the basket on his back and embraced it with his arms around. There was a blue iris in the basket.

Quanzi didn't know what it was called, but he thought it looked good and beautiful.

With the bamboo basket on his back, Gouzi came down from the mountain path and came to the river to wash off the mud from his hands and feet.The river water poured on the calf, and the pain hit.There was a deep scratch on the calf, and the turned flesh could be seen, and there was a scrape on the elbow, covered with blood and mud. From the perspective of Quanzi, it was only a flesh wound.

Gouzi was looking for herbs by the river to stop the bleeding, and he recognized a herb called thistle, which was commonly found in fields and in front of houses.I searched by the river and found one.

Peel the leaves and wash them, mix them with water and chop them into pieces, stick them on the calf wounds, and untie the hair bands.

After tidying up the wound, Quanzi picked up the basket and went to the forest to pick up fungi.

Naturally, mother should not know about taking the risk of picking flowers and being injured as a result.Gouzi walked slowly, picking up the fungus within reach, and he no longer climbed trees.The injury on the left foot, according to Quanzi's experience, will take several days to heal.

After picking up half a basket of fungus, Gouzi returned home.

Mother Liu is weaving at home all day long. Except for eating and sleeping, she is always in the hall and in front of the loom.In the past, Mother Liu would rest after dark. Recently, the family bought oil lamps and lamps, and Mother Liu would weave until late at night.Because of her busy schedule, she didn't have many places to care about the dog. Today, when the dog came back from collecting fungus, she didn't notice that the dog's feet were injured. When walking, one foot was light and the other was heavy.

Quan Zi kept the iris in a broken pottery vase, thinking that he would bring it to Zhuang Yang when he taught A Ping and the others how to practice bow in the afternoon.

Self-taught Aping and the others to practice archery, Quanzi could see Zhuang Yang every afternoon.

He drew the bow and shot the target in the courtyard, and instructed A Ping, Zhuang Lan and A Li to shoot with the bow, while Zhuang Yang sat on the wooden porch to watch.Occasionally, Zhuang Yang would cast his eyes on Quanzi, his eyes were gentle and kind, as he looked at Alan and Aping.

Quanzi more or less regards Zhuang Yang as his elder brother in his heart, and has a little more affection for Alan and the others.Before coming to Zhuli, Gouzi was a lonely teenager living in Fengxiang.