Farmer's ancient daily life

The scarf was left at home like this. As the winter became colder and colder, the fox and the dogs gradually stopped moving.

The scarf is lying at home and lying on the bed all day long. It is obviously alive, but it is really like a scarf hanging beside the bed all day long.

The days passed day by day, until one day Fang Mingfeng went out in the morning, and saw the falling white snow and the covered green hills.

"Uncle! A Duqin! It's snowing outside!" In his previous life, he was lingering on a sick bed and had only seen snow through the window.

Stretching out his hand, Fang Mingfeng carefully felt the coolness of snowflakes falling on his palm.

The snowflake touched the warm palm and melted instantly, turning into a puddle of water in his palm.

Fang Mingfeng tentatively gathered the snowdrifts that had accumulated on the ground, squeezed them into two balls, then placed them one on top of the other on the snow, and finally added two black soil balls.

Looking at it this way, it looks like a snowman.

Uncle Fang and A Duqin heard what he said, went out to look at Uncle and said with a smile: "It's snowing, it didn't snow so early a few years ago."

"When did it snow in the past few years?" Fang Mingfeng was curious.

"According to the time, it is already mid-November, and it was early December when it snowed last year, so it snowed early!" Uncle A smiled and said, "Snow is good, When it snows, next spring the cattle and sheep will have a lot of grass to eat."

As the saying goes, auspicious snow heralds a good year. Although the grassland does not grow food, shepherding sheep all year round has to rely on the forage on this land.The more snow this year, the better and more grass will grow next year.

If there is no snow in a certain year, or if there is much less snow, the grassland will probably be a little bald in the spring of the next year.

It grows on the grassland and depends on the sky for food and drink.When it rains, the grass and trees will grow well; when the weather is dry and there is no water in the well, it will be difficult for people to live.

Now that there has been such a heavy snowfall, it can be regarded as a good thing for ordinary herdsmen like them.

Rhubarb is already three or four years old. I have seen such a snowy scene several times. Compared with the excited appearance of the puppies on the side, I am much calmer, but in the end I couldn't help the temptation and ran to the snow with my puppies. Let's play.

Seeing them happily playing in the snow, Fang Mingfeng suddenly remembered that the cubs didn't know if they could bear it in such a cold day, and was about to pull them back into the house.

Uncle stopped for a while and said: "The puppies are all in good health, much better than us. This little snow is nothing to them. After they have finished playing, go back to the house to wipe their fur That's it. Don't worry."

It was also Fang Mingfeng's first time raising a dog, and he had no idea about these things. Hearing Uncle's words, he nodded, "It's good that I don't get sick."

Dogs on the prairie always have strong hair, which is enough for them to withstand wind, frost, rain and snow.Their strong bodies and enough stamina allow them to live like ducks in water on the grasslands.

While Rhubarb and the puppies were having fun, Fang Lili was sound asleep in the house.It slept on all fours, not even caring about its own cubs.

Fang Mingfeng saw it stretched all over the place, and sighed: "You're so lazy!"

After finishing speaking, he put the sleeping fox cub under Fang Liliu's belly, and went out lightly.

This is Fang Mingfeng's first winter here. Although the valley is warmer than the outside world, the winter wind is strong, and it can blow into the valley to some extent.

A gust of cold wind blew across the face like a knife.Fang Mingfeng wrapped his clothes tightly, and went back to the house to warm his hands.

A Duqin was adding firewood to the stove, when he saw him coming in, he said, "Is it cold outside? Come and warm up."

Fang Mingfeng sat down and stretched out his hand to approach the burning flame.The hotness inside the house is a world of difference from the ice and snow outside.

Looking at the crackling and burning firewood, Fang Mingfeng was bored, so he randomly picked up a topic: "Aduqin, don't you have a Chinese name?"

A Duqin raised his head in surprise, why did he suddenly mention this?

"No."

"My uncle and I both have Chinese names, why don't we give you one too?"

"Me?" A Duqin lowered his eyes, Fang Mingfeng couldn't see him clearly because of the broken hair on his forehead.

Just when Fang Mingfeng was thinking about whether it was appropriate for him to say this, A Duqin suddenly raised his head: "Then give me a name."

His lake-green eyes were illuminated by the orange-yellow flames, making them appear even more mysterious and beautiful.The firelight danced, and so did the lights in his eyes.

Fang Mingfeng looked at his bright eyes full of expectation, thought carefully, and replied: "It's such a big matter to name, you still need to think about it yourself, what do you want to be named?"

A Duqin thought for a while, and said: "My father is from a Hu, and my mother is from a Han. Hu's name follows my father's surname, and my Chinese name follows my mother's, and my mother's surname is Tao."

"I don't know how to name it, so you can name it for me, okay?"

With such a sincere tone and anticipation, Fang Mingfeng couldn't bear to refuse. After all, he was the one who mentioned this matter first, so he named it: "Consummation, life is good, and people are happy. If you don't call me Xiaoman, How about it?"

"Xiaoman...Tao Xiaoman, what a nice name." A Duqin had tears in his eyes, and he said with a smile, "My name is Tao Xiaoman."

Xiaoman Xiaoman, complete and complete.

A Niang must also like such a good name.

After choosing the name, Aduqin's mood obviously improved a lot. He got up and said, "I'm going out to find rhubarb!"

After that, he ran out the door in a hurry.

Fang Mingfeng watched him go out, reached out to add some firewood, and then touched Fang Lili, who was curled up and sleeping at his feet.Is he so happy to have a name?

Fang Mingfeng didn't quite understand.

When the howling cold wind blew on his face, Ah Duqin's already red ears gradually cooled down.

Maybe it was because the firewood in the house was burning too hot, which made him a little hot, and he was thinking about something wildly in his heart, and he gradually calmed down after going out and blowing the cold wind.

When A Duqin remembered that he now had a Chinese name, he couldn't help being happy.

Xiaoman, Xiaoman.

His name is Tao Xiaoman now.

As a mixed blood of Hu people and Han people, A Duqin was unpopular since he was a child. Not only the Han people didn't like him, but the Hu people also excluded him.Even the relatives of Father's family don't like to see him.

When I was in the theater troupe, I never thought that I could have such a peaceful life.Herd sheep and cattle every day, work at sunrise and rest at sunset.Such a day is really good.

A Duqin looked at the pups in front of him who invited him to play together, smiled and stroked their furry heads, and ran to play together.

From the cotton curtain blown up by the wind, Fang Mingfeng saw A Duqin playing like a real teenager, he paused for a while, then smiled softly.

The author has something to say: Yes!It's our Xiaoman!