Jincheng flower hour

At daybreak, Quanzi pushed the boat into the river and rowed to the other bank. He had a rusty machete stuck in his waist. He was coming to the other bank to chop bamboo.

There are also bamboos on the west bank, but the bamboo on the west bank grows on the mountainside, and the west bank is barren with no roads leading to it.The bamboo on the east bank is just behind the farmer's house, and there is a mountain road to walk on, so you don't have to cut grass and snakes or cut thorns all the way.

Quanzi calculated that he had cut the bamboo and dragged it to the riverside, and it took only half an hour. At that time, it was not long before dawn, and he didn't have to meet those children on the east bank.He is not afraid of fighting, but if he is accused of going to his mother, he will be beaten.

When he lived in Fengli, he didn't have many playmates, and the children who came here in Zhuli also didn't like him, so he didn't feel sad either. 13 years old is still an age for playing games, but not every child can live a carefree life. What Gouzi thinks about every day is not play but food.

The bamboo grove behind the villa leads continuously to the depths of the bamboo mountain, where there are inexhaustible supplies of bamboo and bamboo shoots.It's a pity that not a single bamboo shoot can be sold here.

Ever since he settled down in Zhuli, Quanzi also went to Zhushan to pick bamboo shoots, and every time he picked it was a big basket.Boil the bamboo shoots in clear water and eat them to your fullness. As for the taste, it is second.

Gouzi dug out a few bamboo shoots with a machete, put them in a basket, and went to cut bamboo.

The sound of felling in the early morning woke Zhuang Yang up. He was a shallow sleeper and would wake up at the slightest sound.Zhuang Yang opened his eyes and saw that it was not yet dawn. He stayed on the bed and walked towards the window. Standing in front of the window, he looked at the bamboo mountain.

He saw the figure of a boy in the bamboo bush. The boy was cutting bamboo, but his strength was not as strong as that of an adult, and he chopped down a bamboo only after two or three chops.

Bamboo is the least rare thing among bamboos. Bamboo is abundant on the east bank of Yishui, and no one has ever come to the bamboo forest behind the farm to cut bamboo. This boy looks a bit like a child who lives on the west bank. His name is Quanzi.

This name is as random as Amao and Agou, and his appearance is quite difficult, probably because his father died early.

Gouzi unconsciously felled the bamboo under Zhuang Yang's gaze, tied the cut bamboo up to the head and tail, and dragged the bamboo down the mountain with a rope, sweating profusely. What he saw in the bamboo forest was nothing but a piece of emerald green, with gradually brightening God; but from Zhuang Yang's point of view, there is a mist wrapped around the emerald green, and a touch of brown moves in the bamboo forest. It is a brown jacket worn by the boy.

The boy dragged the bamboo and disappeared in front of Zhuang Yang's window. Zhuang Yang opened the door and waited out of the wooden porch. Sure enough, he saw his boat docked on the other side.The boy's mother came out of the house, and the two worked together to lift the bamboo in the boat and move it to the front of the house.

The life in the bamboo forest is very leisurely, and it is a repetitive life day after day, until suddenly, a mother and son live on the other side of the river.Zhuang Yang looked at the people on the other side with the same mood as watching the camellias bloom in a rainy day.

This is a scene on the wooden porch. Early in the morning, he saw dogs cutting bamboo, carrying water, and herding sheep. Then, there was gradually a sound in his yard, which was the sound of servants getting up to carry water and sweep.

Quanzi disappeared in the wooden house on the opposite bank, Zhuang Yang waited for a long time but did not see him come out again, Zhuang Yang went back to the room to roll up the quilt and catch up on sleep.

Gouzi sits behind his house cutting bamboo strips and weaving fishing baskets.Weaving baskets, sieves, fishing baskets and other things with bamboo strips was learned from his grandfather.In addition to picking rice and selling it in bamboo, my grandfather would carry a load of bamboo materials and bamboo strips to the county town when he was young when he was young. If anyone needs to weave bamboo products such as baskets and baskets, give them to him. For a few bucks, he sat on the ground and worked.The bamboo craftsman worked hard all day, and the income was really meager. After the dog was born, my grandfather only farmed at home and stopped working as a bamboo craftsman, but he still had this craft.The bamboo products at home were all woven by my grandfather, and the dog followed him and learned some fur.Naturally, beautiful and complex patterns cannot be woven, as long as the machine can be used.

From morning to afternoon, Quanzi made two fishing baskets. The mouth of this thing is big, and the fish swim in, and they are often trapped in the belly, unable to escape.

Holding a fishing basket in each hand, Gouzi buried them in the aquatic plants by the river, and also grabbed the aquatic plants and soil to decorate the fishing basket, so that the fish would think it was a safe place.

There are many fish and shrimps in Yishui, and the water source is clear. Other residents in Zhuli occasionally go fishing in the river.

After burying the fishing basket, it was nearly dusk. Gouzi went back to his house and saw his mother lighting up a firework. He was groaning with hunger alone.

Poverty makes people always feel hungry, because what they eat is vegetable soup, bamboo shoots, soup and a little bit of rice. The dog is growing, and he needs to have enough food and meat to eat.

Mother Liu always leaves the bowl of Miduo for Gouzi, and she eats less herself.

During the ten days or so after moving to Zhuli, the mother and son had a hard time.The crops planted have not yet grown, and the rice and beans brought in are almost eaten. Fortunately, the cloth will be woven soon, and it will be exchanged for some rice in two days.

"Mom, you eat."

Seeing my mother scooping up the leftovers from the earthen bowl and pouring it into her own bowl, the dog stopped her.

"You work for a day, eat more."

Mother Liu took Quanzi's bowl and poured out all the leftovers, only half of the bowl.

"Mum, there will be fish to eat tomorrow."

Gouzi picked up the pottery bowl, swooned down his stomach, wiped his mouth, and continued talking.

"When I finish weaving this cloth, I can exchange it for rice."

Mother Liu has been weaving all these years, and raised her dog with the money from selling cloth. She is diligent and nimble, and she can barely get by.Now in Zhuli, food is about to run out, she can't see the dog starving, and she is desperately weaving every day.

Mother Liu stroked the child's disheveled head to comfort him, he was starving for the past few days.

After using the soup, it was already dark, and the mother and son went back to their rooms to sleep.There are no lights at home, and the stars and moon outside the window are enough at night.

In the early morning of the second day, Quanzi went to the river to take the fishing baskets ashore. Both bamboo baskets were heavy, and Quanzi was ecstatic.He has not known the taste of meat for many days, so he happened to kill fish to satisfy his craving.

The bamboo baskets were not in a hurry to be poured out, the dog drained them, and then carefully poured them into a wooden barrel.

The owner of the wooden house left a lot of tools before he left, such as the small boat and this wooden barrel, which really helped the dog a lot.

Five or six fish fell into the barrel, one of which was a big fish, besides two loaches, several small shrimps and snails.

With a good income, one day's rations are available.

Gouzi cheerfully put the bamboo basket back to the river, continued to catch mud and aquatic plants to cover it up, and there will be more fish to eat tomorrow, which is really a huge profit.Since he left Fengli, he hasn't eaten a full meal, and he should have made a fishing basket long ago.It's a pity that when I moved to Zhuli, I started repairing wooden houses and reclaiming wasteland, so I didn't have time to think about such things.

Looking back on the first few days when I moved here, it was really miserable. The roof leaked and the earthen walls collapsed.The dog climbed up the roof every day and used wooden boards to cover the leaky places, and there was a lot of rain in those days.As for the collapsed earthen wall, nothing can be done.After the weather cleared, Quanzi painted the wall with the help of Liu's mother.The soil and water were transported and mixed, and the paste was applied to the wall covered with bamboo fences.

As a half-grown child, Inuzi is far smarter than children of the same age in Zhuli, and has learned more skills.

On the other side, Gouzi cheerfully dumped the fish and set up fishing baskets in the river. A Li and Zhuang Lan on the other side of the river watched curiously, with their mouths wide open.

People in Zhuli don’t fish like this, they use small nets, and it’s very troublesome. They need to intercept the water sources on both sides, and then someone jumps into the river and pulls out the nets to catch fish.Without the cooperation and assistance of four or five people, there is still no fish to be caught.

"A Li, what did he put in the water?"

"It seems to be a bamboo cage. I want to use it to catch fish."

Ah Li was older than Zhuang Lan, so he guessed the function of the bamboo cage.

"A Li, when he leaves, let's go and have a look quietly, okay?"

"He can shoot arrows."

Ah Li said pitifully.

"Don't be afraid, his bow was broken."

In the chaotic situation at that time, Zhuang Lan noticed that the boy's bow was broken by a servant, and she was secretly happy at that time, so that she would not be afraid of him.

"Well, when he goes back to the house, let's sneak over to look at the cage."

Ah Li was emboldened now, he was afraid of Gouzi's bow, and there was still a shadow in his heart.

"Whose cage do you want to see?"

I don't know when Zhuang Yang was standing beside the two children. He was carrying a dustpan with a hoe, probably to dig river mud to plant flowers.Spring is a good time to plant lotus in the pool in the courtyard.

Ah Li hesitated, but Zhuang Lan replied, "Brother, that man catches fish in a cage."

The people on this side were chatting, but the dog on the other side had already spotted the "Chou Jia" and was standing and staring angrily.

He hated the children in Zhuli, not just the two well-dressed children Zhuang Lan and A Li, but also other poor children.These people always came to make trouble, they went to his fields to pick bean sprouts, and threw stones at his doors and windows—in fact, it was not Zhuang Lan and A Li who did these things.All the dogs were chased away, and chased far away with wooden sticks.

I thought it was not good, the fishing was seen by these two villains, and they must come to destroy it.I saw the gentle young man standing next to the two brats.Quan Zi let go of the stone in his hand, for some reason, seeing this young man, the anger in his heart decreased a lot.Probably because this person helped him get back the sheep, and interceded for him when he was held by his servants. Although the young man obviously protected his shortcomings, Gou Zi rarely met people who were kind to him—except for his mother, eldest father, and Cripple Wang outside.

Quanzi thought he would stay at the door of the house, and if the two villains dared to cross the bridge and touch his bamboo basket, he would definitely beat them.Thinking like this, Quanzi turned around and went back, ignoring him.

"That's a fishing basket, if you like it, let Yi Sou make it for each of you."

Zhuang Yang is older, so he has a lot of knowledge. He has seen Qiong people fishing like this.

"Don't touch his basket. His family is poor and he wants to catch fish for food."

These two children don't understand the suffering in the world, after all, they have never been hungry.

"Ok."

Zhuang Yang is a gentle elder brother in the hearts of the children, so these children also listen to him.

"I'm going to plant lotus seeds later, come over and help."

While talking with these two children, Zhuang Yang had already dug a dustpan full of soil.The two children, who were too idle to do anything, immediately followed Zhuang Yang.

Zhuang Yang walked ahead carrying the river mud, and they followed behind.One tall and two short, harmonious and harmonious.

Quanzi stood at the door of his house with his arms crossed and watched the three leave, he was a little envious.Envious of others having an elder brother, he is alone.

But his mother has only one child, and has no other brothers.

Not long after Mother Liu gave birth to a dog, the world was in chaos.Thugs broke out everywhere, and the soldiers stationed in Linqiong evacuated in a hurry. Among the evacuated soldiers was a tall and handsome cavalry commander, who was Gouzi's biological father.