Volume 1: The Wind and Chaos Chapter 1: The Rain Is Coming
"The sky is blue waiting for smoke and rain, and I am waiting for you. The smoke from the kitchen is rising across the river."
The sky is gray and hazy, the river is flowing, and the wild grass is long and fat.
A big buffalo was grazing by the river. On the big rock next to it, there was a boy of about thirteen or fourteen years old, wearing a green shirt, holding a piece of dogtail grass in his mouth, humming a little song, very comfortable and leisurely.
The young man was immersed in his thoughts when someone tapped him on the shoulder. He turned around, looked at her, and said with a smile: "Girl Jing, why are you here with me in your spare time?"
The person who came was a young girl. She wore braids and coarse linen clothes. Her skin was slightly dark, but her eyes were very bright. In the middle of summer, her forehead was sweating profusely.
She put her hands on her waist and wrinkled her nose, "Humph, you have been herding the cows for so long and you didn't even look at the sky. What time is it? Grandpa asked me to come over and take a look. It's time to go home."
The young man thought of the village elder who had never given him a good look since he was a child. He shook his head and said, "I know, little girl, there are too many things to do. Let's go back."
The girl muttered in her heart, I am almost twelve years old, not too young, and I will be able to get married in two or three years. Thinking of this, the girl lowered her head slightly, and couldn't help but glance at the boy secretly, with a slight smile on her face.
Turning red, he smiled shyly.
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On the way back, the boy sang a strange melody, the girl kept laughing, and only the big buffalo barked twice from time to time in protest.
Weeds grew on both sides of the path, and the sky was hazy and rain was about to come.
Near the village boundary, there is a boundary monument on both sides of the village entrance, with the words "Qingfeng Village" engraved on it. There are a few rays of sunshine in the sky through the dark clouds, shining on the two boundary monuments. It may be the setting sun, or other reasons.
The words on the stone tablet are faintly glowing and look like they are definitely not vulgar.
The village is not big and is built close to the mountain. The name of the mountain is close to the mountain and the mountains are continuous.
There are dozens of farmhouses and thatched houses in the village, facing each other from east to west. Outside the gate of each house, there are unknown trees planted, one on the left and one on the left, with different thicknesses. They are evergreen all year round, with luxuriant branches and luxuriant leaves.
Like a cover.
There is something like an altar in the center of the village, surrounded by four thick iron pillars with some unknown and weird runes embedded on them.
There is a bamboo building in the north of the village, with a total of two floors. The first floor is a place for villagers to cool down and rest, and the second floor is a place for village meetings. The door is closed tightly and it is difficult to open the door several times a year.
Next to the bamboo house is the village chief's house. About two miles further north, there is a lake at the foot of the mountain, named Jinshan Lake.
At this time, the village was filled with smoke and was peaceful.
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The village chief's name is Wei Fangxun. He says what he says in the village and no one dares to violate it. He stands at the entrance of the village wearing a gray robe, with his hands behind his back. He has a thin face and a long beard. From a distance, he looks like a teacher. He looks like he is nearly fifty years old, but he is
A head of black hair.
After seeing the two people coming back, he waved to the girl, turned to the village and shouted, "That damn boy is back, Liu Bianshu, take your cow back."
Immediately, a man responded loudly: "Yes, village chief." After a while, a seven or eight-year-old boy hurried over from a house, bowed to the village chief, and then said
The cow was led away without saying anything, and I didn't dare to say more.
When the girl saw the village chief, she hurried over and said something to excuse the young man, saying that he was not lazy.
Wei Fangxun looked at the girl, smiled and nodded while listening, without even looking at the boy twice. After the girl finished speaking, he smiled and said: "Jing'er, you're tired, go home, grandpa made something delicious."
After hearing this, Wei Jing's eyes lit up, she turned around and smiled at the young man, waved her hand, jumped up and down and couldn't wait to go home.
After Wei Jing left, the young man smiled. He had long been accustomed to the village chief's attitude. He was about to go home when he was stopped by Wei Fangxun, "You, go to Jinshan Lake tomorrow to catch some moontail fish and come back.
Chen Shiye went hunting in the mountains today and was bitten by a seven-segmented snake on his calf."
The seven-segmented snake has green and white horizontal stripes. The body of the snake is divided into seven segments. The poison is not fatal, but it can cause the wound to swell and ulcer. If not treated in time, it will become disabled within five days. The moon tail fish has a fish tail shaped like a crescent moon.
The fish meat and bones can be used as medicine. There are quite a lot of this fish in the nearby mountain lakes, so it is not difficult to catch it.
When the young man heard that it was okay, it was just a moon-tailed fish, he breathed a sigh of relief and said quickly: "Okay, I'll go tomorrow morning." After saying that, he went straight home.
Chen Shiye was a rough man under forty. When he saw the young man coming back, he smiled and told him not to worry.
The young man looked around. The room was a little messy. There was a pile of used blood gauze on the floor. There was a porcelain basin beside the bed, which was half mixed with blood and water. Although the calf was swollen, it was not purple. It seemed that most of the poison was poisonous.
It has been cleared out, I thought the village chief still has some skills.
He tidied up randomly, and when he saw that the dining table was empty, he grinned and said, "Uncle Chen, I'll be the one to cook tonight's meal. Cherish it, I don't have many opportunities to serve you, hehe."
The man laughed and scolded: "You brat, you still know how to come back. If it were later, you, Uncle Chen, would not be poisoned to death by me, but you would be starving to death."
"I want to come back early. I blame Old Liu's big buffalo for eating so much that I won't drive it away. It's also my fault for choosing a place with good water and grass. When I see Old Liu tomorrow, I'll have to give him a thumbs up."
"You are smart and not a loser. Go and cook quickly."
"Okay, just wait."
"You are making strange noises and are looking for a beating."
The young man laughed and walked straight into the kitchen. Then he started cooking with a lot of noise. In the meantime, Wei Jing brought over two plates of dishes, which were still steaming hot. She said that she couldn't finish them all and couldn't waste them, so she gave them to Brother Xiaofeng to try.
.Maybe he felt that the reason was not enough, so he hurried away without waiting for the boy to reply.
During the process, the man winked at the side with an expression that I understand very well. The young man glanced at the man sideways and sneered.
After the two finished eating, they chatted for a while. The man gave the young man a few words of advice. "Xiao Feng, bring the dagger with you tomorrow. You will suffer the loss of not bringing a weapon today. Otherwise, with my skills, that beast can hurt you."
Are you going to kill me? Although the village is peaceful, there may be venomous snakes and beasts coming down the nearby mountains, so be careful."
After hearing this, the young man cursed for a while. He had never encountered any venomous snakes and wild beasts in his whole life. They only existed in the mountains. However, he still responded: "Yes, yes, I have written it down. But Uncle Chen, there are really few people in the village who can match your skills."
There are few rivals for your superiors."
After saying that, he gave the man a thumbs up. The man laughed heartily and was very happy to hear it. No matter how true or false the words were, the boy went on and felt that the injury on his calf was a little better.
After chatting for a while, the young man urged a few words, but the man had no choice but to hold on to the bamboo pole, limply walked back to the bed, took off his coat, and fell asleep quietly.
After the young man had been busy for a while, he finished cleaning up, took off his coat, lay on the bed and closed his eyes to rest, recalling the strange things that had happened over the years in his mind.
The young man's surname is Feng, Feng Ziqing, and he is fourteen years old this year.
According to Chen Shiye's account, he found himself in a lake near a mountain. He was lying in a wooden basin at that time. He had the word "Feng" embroidered on his clothes, so he was named Feng.
The name was chosen by himself when he first escaped from the village when he was seven years old. The villagers thought the name he chose was too vulgar. After all, he had received nine years of compulsory education. When he came to this world, it was important for him to choose a name that suited his unique temperament.
You can't lose your unique identity, so let's just use the name Xiaofeng for now.
It is strange to say that the village is strange and the villagers are also strange. It was only when I was seven years old that I finally recovered and discovered the clues.
Not long after he learned to walk, I met the village chief Wei Fangxun. At that time, he looked to be in his late fifties. Now more than ten years later, he should have been in his sixties, but he has not aged an inch, and he has not wrinkled at all.
One way.
It’s not like he is a well-off and well-off man, but he is placed in the body of a villager in the countryside. Even if he does not do farm work, he must be exposed to wind and sun, and there must be changes, but he does not.
The other men in the village are of different ages, the youngest is about thirty years old, and the older one is in his early forties. Although the others are aging slowly, the villagers are getting older after all, and the children will grow up naturally, just like themselves and
The same goes for the girl Wei Jing.
Including Wei Fangxun, there were only about twenty men in the village and no women, including himself.
There were a dozen little boys, all brought back by these villagers from outside. After I stayed in the village for more than a year, the villagers brought back a second boy the next year, and then one every year, all under one year old.
baby.
The girl Wei Jing was brought back by the village chief Wei Fangxun himself. When I was three years old, it was the first time I saw a trace of tenderness in Wei Fangxun's eyes and a smile on his face. He looked like everyone he usually saw.
Don't let strangers get close to you. His stern expression is completely different.
Taking all of this into account, this may be a very different world, so Feng Ziqing has never dared to act rashly.
When he was seven years old, he quietly came to the entrance of the village while the village chief convened a meeting with the villagers at night. In the past, he could run in just one breath, but that time it took him half a stick of incense, for fear of making any noise.
When I finally left the village entrance and passed two stone monuments, my body and mind suddenly felt much more relaxed. At that time, the breeze was blowing on my face, the wild flowers were in full bloom on the path, and the fragrance of the flowers was fragrant. I couldn't help but feel poetic, and blurted out, "The gentle breeze blows and the fragrance makes me light.", so I took the last two
The word is the name.
As the starting point of life, to this day, every time I think of that moment, I sigh inwardly, but I never thought that after running dozens of steps forward, I would be at the edge of a nearby mountain lake the next moment.