This is a small village, built next to a curved river. One scattered and dilapidated house in the east and the other in the west stands on both sides of the river. These are all built by some refugees. As long as it is kept warm, it is natural that it is impossible to pursue any neatness and beauty. Only nobles and men will pay attention to this kind of thing.

This village is really small, so small that even the Lord Master is too lazy to name it. Speaking of Lord Master, the children in this village have heard of him a lot. I heard that Lord Master lives in Lao Gao’s castle, and Lord Master can do whatever he wants. Lord Master sleeps and feels that he has to carry several people to the bed, and Lord Master has to eat a whole pig for a meal...

Although the village is small and no one takes it seriously, it is Xiao Moya's hometown!

Xiao Moya is Lao Moya's son. People in the village don't know how to name the child. Usually, the son is called whatever he calls me. Just add a small word before the name. Once I die, the small word before the son's name will be removed. When the son has a son, add a long word before the name... It's quite simple.

But Xiao Moya has a younger brother, and what his younger brother is called makes Lao Moya very troubled. Later, a passing warrior gave Lao Moya an idea.

"Call Jack! In ancient times, there was a hero named Jack." The warrior said, "This name is not wrong!"

Old Moya never thought of making his son a hero, but no matter how much the warrior did, he would be more knowledgeable than himself! Besides, if he became a hero, he would always have no problem having enough food? So, Little Moya's younger brother was called Jack.

When Little Moya could carry Jack up the mountain to collect firewood, a cold winter came.

I heard that the nobles like snow so they would go to the mountains to see the snow scene, drink red wine, and sing poems praising the God of Light... But the snowflakes flying all over the sky have never been friends with the poor.

At this moment, Old Moya sat down at the door, so worried that she didn't know what to do.

Old Moya is actually not old and has a strong body. She can carry three bags of wheat alone and run around.

There is still half a wheat cake at home, and if you endure it, it will be enough for the children to have two meals. Little Moya can do whatever she wants to wear her own clothes and will not get frozen, but what should Jack do? You can't wear bark like you, right?

"Hey! Old Moya." Wu Ai next door, a tall orc, walked over on the creaking snow, "What are you worried about?"

"The children have no clothes to wear." Old Moya replied.

"That's it, let me think about it." Wu Ai sat at the door with Lao Moya, and the two of them were worried.

"Because you want to catch fish on the ice lake..., you can't leave your children naked." Old Moya said, "It's too cold."

"I thought of it." Wu Ai slapped his thigh, "Didn't the Lord ask us to clean the old granary a few days ago? Isn't there a piece of rag in it!"

"Yes!" Old Moya stood up and said, "Why didn't I expect it? But..."

"We went to get the rag and pack it for the children, so the children wouldn't be frozen." Wu Ai said, "Maybe we can find some wheat or something in the old granary..."

"Yes." Old Moya smiled, "Anyway, the lords don't want it there."

That afternoon, Old Moya took the rag to an aunt in the neighboring village and asked her to make two clothes for the children, and she would like to thank her for her game as big as a deer next year.

The aunt is such a good person. She also stuffed a lot of hay to keep the cold in the children's clothes. Old Moya wanted to say something thankful, but she was just stupid and couldn't say anything. For this reason, Old Moya blamed herself for doing it.

Seeing Little Moya and Jack chasing the house with clothes, Old Moya felt very relieved. Because of the hay, the two children's clothes were thick and they looked very warm. He thought he had made his promise to the mother of the child... The mother of the child disappeared after leaving the two children, and was gone before he could say anything.

"Old Moya!" Wu Ai called him, "Hurry, go to the lake to catch fish!"

"Here you come!"

Old Moya agreed, picked up the rope and wooden stick on one side, and greeted the children together.

Little Moya also took out a rope, tied one end to his waist, and tied the other end to his younger brother, so that Jack would not be able to lose it. Old Moya once said that if he lost his younger brother, he would not want to live. Old Moya would sell him and then marry some other women back.

Although Uncle Wu Ai repeatedly told him that he was scaring him and selling him long ago, and he had to wait for him to lose his brother before selling it? But Xiao Moya was serious. He never dared to let his brother go to a place he could not see, and even had to hug him together when he went to bed.

In winter, fishing at the Bing Lake is a big deal. This is not something that a dozen or twenty people can do. Usually, the entire village is dispatched.

They wanted to smash holes on the frozen lake, then put down the net borrowed from the lord, and hundreds of people divided them into two sides to drag them back and forth... from one side of the lake to the other.

Of course, as a scene on the fief of the Lord Lord, there will be many men sitting in various carriages or sleds to see. They wear luxurious fur robes and let the servants raise a fire by the lake, listening to the men's steaming shouts while chatting and laughing in groups. At this time, the young masters and ladies shouted loudly and selected the fish they liked, and took them to the chef to roast... If everyone served them well and made the Lord Lord happy, there would be a lot of fish left and used for everyone to treat them as food for winter.

When Old Moya started to smash holes in the ice, Little Moya looked at Jack.

"Fish...Big Fish!" Jack hit the ice with a stick like he did, "Come out quickly, I want to eat you..."

Xiao Moya wiped his nose and saw that many masters' carriages had come here. Their servants took out some things from the carriage and placed them by the lake.

Little Moya turned his head. He knew that he could not look at these men for a long time. He didn't know when the men were unhappy, and maybe he would see the trouble.

The adults have already stepped out of the Internet, and Xiao Moya is very excited. Their family hasn't eaten meat for a long time, which makes my younger brother chase after something that runs away every time he sees it.

There was neither big nor small snow floating in the sky. The adults dragged the net again and again, and more and more fish were piled on the side. Little Moya took her younger brother and a group of children watching.

Rubbing his nose and drooling, the eyes of a group of children were green, almost like a wolf.

An adult came over with a basket of fish, and with a "wow", the fish jumping around began to struggle, sliding everywhere.

Half a game, half a helping hand, the children started kicking the fish back to where they should be. Why use their feet? Because in that way, people would not be considered stealing food.

Xiao Moya kicked back a few, slowly watched a small fish without scales, and stepped on it. When no one paid attention, he used his feet to push the small fish to the lakeside.

Then he pretended to be fighting with Jack and dragged Jack over.

"Brother..." Jack asked him, "Are we not kicking fish?"

"Kick! Just kick and kick." Xiao Moya whispered, "Open your mouth!"

Seeing that there was no one around, Xiao Moya grabbed the fish on the ground with one hand and quickly cut the belly with her fingernails. With both hands, she squeezed out the things in the belly, and then threw them into Jack's mouth. She threw the fish in, not the ones in the belly...

"Ah..." the younger brother patted his chest and said, "It's so cold..."

"Tiaotiao." Little Moya said to his younger brother, "Tiaotiao is hot."

The two of them jumped up on the ice until the lord's butler called them and took them in front of the lord's master.

"Master!" said the housekeeper, "these untouchables are becoming more and more disrespectful now. Look, they are all wearing clothes made of door curtains in the granary!"

"Door curtain?" asked the master, "What door curtain?"

"Master, it's the thing in our granary." said the housekeeper, "The best linen is covered with your seal! Just ask these untouchables to steal..."

"What's so great about two untouchable kids?" the master waved his hand and said, "Go down..."

"Didn't you hear it? Master." said the housekeeper, "There is a master in the south who is as kind as you, but in the end he asked the untouchables to steal everything. I heard that people were dead. You can't indulge them like this, Master. Didn't you also say it when the priest came to visit last time? Is it good for this year? Be careful that the untouchables are doing it randomly..."

When the housekeeper was talking to the master, Xiao Moya hugged his younger brother tightly. He didn't know what was going to happen. In fact, he couldn't help even if he knew what was going to happen.

That night, the lord's housekeeper kidnapped Lao Moya and Wuai. Lao Moya was humming a song and making dried smoked fish.

It was too dark, and Xiao Moya dared not chase him out because his younger brother couldn't run fast, and there were wolves in the wild at night.

The next morning, Xiao Moya dragged Jack to the lord's castle. She slipped many times on the road, and the little Moya and her brother had a bruised face, but both of them insisted, and neither of them screamed in pain. Both brothers knew that as long as they met their father, everything would be solved.

When he approached the castle, Xiao Moya asked his brother to lower his head and not look at the sky, but he kept wiping his tears because he saw Uncle Wuai being hung from the high castle.

The two found Lao Moya, who was lying outside the gate of the castle. Before the snow could cover his face, Lao Moya's hands... were gone below the elbows and blood flowed all over the floor.

"Dad...Dad!" Little Moya shook her waist and kept screaming.

Old Moya opened her eyes, looked at her child, and spoke tremblingly.

"No...you want to cry..." He tried hard to hide his broken hand under his body, "Moya, tell your brother not to look..."

Little Moya covered her brother's eyes with tears.

"Remember me...the smoked fish I made last night?" Old Moya asked him.

Xiao Moya nodded, "I counted it, thirty-two, none of them!"

"Okay... OK..." Old Moya smiled, "Go home... take these fish... and your brother... go!"

Little Moya shook his head, he didn't want to leave Old Moya.

"I... can't leave..." Old Moya shook his head, "Promise me, Moya, I must take your brother well..."

"kindness!"

"Remember..." said Old Moya, "Walking to a warm place... you won't be frozen... walking along the river... you will eat a lot..."

"I can catch fish, I can catch field mice, I can find something for my brother to eat!"

"That's good! Remember... we still owe the aunt a deer... we have to pay it back... we have to pay it back." After saying this, Lao Moya's eyes dissipated, "Let's go... don't worry about me... don't let your brother see..."

Little Moya knew that Old Moya never changed her words, so she could only retreat step by step, blinding her brother's eyes all the time.

When he got home, Xiao Moya took out all the smoked fish, hid it in the most secret place on his body, and then tied his brother with a rope, and prepared to set off.

He turned around and looked again and again. He thought maybe he should take something in his hand. There was really nothing to take away at home, so he took another wooden stick.

Just like that, Xiao Moya knew that if he didn't leave, he and his brother would starve to death. When Xiao Moya took his brother through the lord's castle again, the small word in front of his name was removed by someone else.

Someone called him Moya and told him that his father's body had not been thrown away by the lord.

Little Moya, no, he is Moya now. He was very painful when he heard the news from his father, but he didn't know how to vent such feelings. So he carried his younger brother and kept walking. He wanted to leave here and go far away and never come back here!

Moya is growing up day by day, and his younger brother is growing up day by day.

Both of them needed more food, so while walking towards the warm place every day, Moya took her younger brother to find everything she could eat.

The rope tied between the two has long disappeared, so it's good that both of them can run faster. My younger brother already knows how to follow him closely. The two of them don't have to talk now, but they know who is there.

He gave the wooden stick to his younger brother, equipped himself with a bigger and thicker one, and asked a blacksmith to sharpen both ends of the two sticks. Don't underestimate this, he has killed a wolf, and his younger brother's one is even more powerful. I don't know how many fish were inserted into the river.

The two of them were full, hungry, half full and half hungry, just wandering like this.

Crossing mountains and wading through rivers, from one master's fiefdom to another master's fiefdom, until you meet the first boss of the two.

That day, Moya took his younger brother into a small town. Because Moya caught an animal two days ago and had already eaten the meat. But the skin seemed to be OK, but he didn't know how to make it, so he took it here to take a look. If you are lucky, you can exchange something for it.

The luck was really good that day, I changed to a wheat cake!

"It smells so good!" Moya sniffed it, and then sniffed it to his younger brother, "Is it?"

"Yes!" asked my brother, "Is this our supper today?"
To be continued...