The fertile water of farming does not flow to outsiders' fields

Xue Yinsong quickly prepared lunch, steamed yellow millet rice, each of them also fried a delicious poached egg, and smeared some soybean oil on the rice.There is only one dish, which is the shepherd's purse pulled by Xue's father when he was fishing for fish by the river. Stir-fried with garlic, the fragrance can be smelled from a long distance.

Although there was no meat, Changhui didn't mind at all, and excitedly took a mouthful of food and said, "Aba, can Grandpa Xue come back tonight?"

Xue Yinsong smiled and said: "Of course, we can cook fish to eat at night."

Changhui cheered, quickly finished his meal obediently, and then took the initiative to write.

Xiao Xiucai ate slowly because the cold dishes were getting cold. Xue Yinsong looked at his food and estimated that he would have to eat for at least a quarter of an hour, so he said, "Shall I reheat it for you?"

The little scholar shook his head, thought for a while and said, "Look, this house is not well repaired. Every time I come to the backyard, I have to go around in a big circle from the left wing. It’s turned into ice, why don’t we tear down the wall and make a door?”

Xue Yinsong went to the right wing and the backyard to have a look and said: "It should be possible. Behind the right wing is the utility room. If you remove the door, you can go directly from the right wing through the utility room to the stove room, so that you can use it in the future. Eat in the wing room, and usually go to the backyard to save some travel.”

The little scholar said: "That's good, otherwise it's getting colder this day, and it will be cold even if you go outside all the time. It would be best if you can walk through the house."

The two negotiated, and Xue Yinsong agreed to find a craftsman first, and if he found one, he would tear down the walls and install doors.

In the afternoon, Father Xue came back and brought 36 fish, all of which were hung under the eaves to dry in the north wind.Changhui watched the adults busy hanging fish, and asked happily, "Grandpa Xue, do you want to eat fish tonight?"

Father Xue originally wanted to sell all the Fengyu when they were ready, but when he saw his longing eyes, he gritted his teeth softly and said, "Eat, not only today, but every day in the future."

Hearing this, Xue Yinsong sighed inwardly, and decided to go up the mountain. Don't procrastinate. It will be the day after tomorrow. In these two days, he will first inquire about demolishing the wall. After making up his mind, he begins to sharpen the knife and make a few more. The straw rope is ready.

As the Chinese New Year is approaching, craftsmen are reluctant to work, and the prices are higher than usual.Xue Yinsong felt breathless after running for two days, so he wanted to demolish the wall by himself, but he had to ask a carpenter to do the door first, so he discussed with Xiao Xiucai to fix the door first, and then demolish the wall and install the door after going down the mountain.

At this time, the grass had already started to turn yellow. Xue Yinsong didn't want to wait any longer, so he mentioned the matter of going up the mountain to his father. After hearing this, his father took four pairs of straw sandals and said, "The dew on the mountain in early winter is heavy, even if you wear cloth shoes, it will be difficult for you to go up the mountain." Wet, last time I bought four pairs of shoes, I wear one pair and the other on the back, if it gets wet, I need a new one, even if it is broken by a tree branch on the road, I don’t feel sad.”

Early in the morning, Xue Yinsong and Father Xue got up in the dark, and they didn't bother to eat breakfast. They lit two torches and went up the mountain.At this time, the morning mist is heavy and the only sound is the crackling of torches, barely able to illuminate the road on the mountain.

When the two walked out of the village, Father Xue asked with an old face: "Tiger, I have cooked this meal, brewed this wine, and we have come to this mountain. When will the little widow go to inquire?"

Xue Yinsong said with a smile: "That's right, that's fine, how about I ask you when I get down the mountain? You said that you have not been in a hurry for more than ten years, why are you in such a hurry now?"

"Hey, your mother died early. It's not easy for a widower to drag a young child. Who would marry a big girl to my family? I'm not entirely because Widow Zhang is ugly, but mainly because she has a tear mole under her eye." , I have heard people say that a person with such a face will kill three men, so I can't kick my feet first, let you live with Widow Zhang?"

"Tch, you never believed in these things." Xue Yinsong said.

"This is not a superstition," Father Xue shook his head, "It's a fact. A man has already been killed in front of him...Where is such nonsense, anyway, you just go to find out the name after you go down the mountain."

"Understood," Xue Yinsong agreed, frowning and looking towards the mountainside: "Father, the fog is so thick, is it raining on the mountain?"

Father Xue raised his eyes and saw that the sky was clear at this time, and only half of the mountain could be seen in the haze. The upper half of the mountain was completely shrouded in a cloud of gray mist. From a distance, the mountain seemed to be cut in half with a sharp knife. Mysterious and spooky.

Father Xue has rich experience, and his face was a little dark after watching the sky phenomenon: "This is a cut in the middle. Generally, there is such a fog that you can't enter the mountain, and you have to return halfway." Boldly crossing halfway, he is more cautious in this life, stopped frowning and said: "How about we turn back? Anyway, there is no rush for a few days."

Father Xue shook his head: "There are also hunting rules. We have already climbed the mountain and we can't turn back. The mountain god doesn't like timid people. If the weather is bad, it is better to hunt less. It is more or less the gift of the mountain god." .”

Xue Yinsong felt strange when he heard this, how could his father, who was not superstitious, suddenly mention the mountain god, but seeing his father's serious face, he didn't ask further, Xue father is an old hunter, since he said he could do it, he would definitely do it.

Both of them raised their vigilance and walked slowly up the mountain. Xue Yinsong saw that his father paid special attention to the movement around him, and he was busy looking at the road on the ground, holding the hatchet tightly in his hand and putting it by his side.

The dawn of early winter was slow, and they walked another stone's throw away, and the genius was two points brighter. At this time, they could clearly see the distance of thirty steps, and the road in the distance was still shrouded in gray fog. Also follow the flow, indescribably treacherous.

Father Xue looked at it for a while, his eyebrows twitched, he stopped Xue Yinsong and said: "Tiger, you go behind, listen carefully on the road, don't let things stop us." Xue Yinsong agreed, behind his father's back Slowly backing forward, looking around from time to time, examining the surrounding environment.

The sky gradually dawned, but it still couldn't penetrate the dense fog. Although he could see clearly at this time, Xue Yinsong didn't relax his vigilance.

Suddenly, a ray of sunlight pierced through the mist, revealing a faint golden light, crisp birdsong slid by, and gradually the nearby birds began to sing, Mr. Xue said with a sigh of relief: "When the yin qi gathers the yang qi, as long as the fog disperses Hurry up, you can still go." Xue Yinsong was about to speak, but his voice seemed to be choked in his throat. Seeing him staring ahead, Father Xue also turned his head and saw a hazy black figure standing not far away. in the mist.

Xue Yinsong and his father looked at each other, and they walked forward bravely. As they walked, the fog became thinner, gradually showing a clear shadow.

It was a man in a short shirt hanging in mid-air.