Chapter 14

11 a.m. to 1 p.m..

There was a rustling sound under the old wooden bed, and there was a harsh "creak" sound from time to time.

Wang lowered her body and rolled up the worn cloth sleeves on her arms, showing her rickets.

"Go! Go!" With a sparse broom in her hand, she patted several mice under the bed.

"Zhi!"

Finally, the mouse was driven out of the house. Wang sighed with relief and put down his broom, but suddenly he smelled a burning smell in his nose.

Her eyebrows frowned slightly, and her wrinkled face became more wrinkled, and she said in a hurry, "just look at them, and forget the rice!"

Then he walked into the house step by step, regardless of the hot hand, and directly lifted the lid of the iron pot.

In the narrow corner of the wooden house, only a few bottles of salt and pickles were placed in good order. Next to it was a low stove, and the smell of burning wafted from the iron pot on it.

Gene age

Wang hurriedly took a rag and put it on his hand, and brought the iron pot down from the top of the stove. Then he was free and blew his red fingers a few times.

When she took the rice out of a large bowl and saw that only a small part of the bottom of the pot had been burnt, her eyebrows widened slightly.

"Mom, I'm back," a boy about eight or nine years old walked into the cabin with a happy face, holding a small piece of raw meat tied with a rope. "Today, I followed Uncle Zhang and they went hunting, helped them fight, and finally got a small piece of roe meat!"

Wang looked at the boy lovingly, put a large bowl of rice in his hand on the wooden table, and said with a smile, "are you tired to go hunting after you? Are you injured? Although Uncle Zhang and his family take care of you, you must be careful. Drink this bowl of rice. It's time for you to grow up. Eat more."

The boy's eyes were sharp. At a glance, he saw Wang's red fingers. At that moment, he was a little worried and said, "Mom, what happened to your hand?"

Wang shook his head and said, "it's just a scald. It's OK. You should eat quickly and eat more food to grow strong."

There was almost clear soup in the big bowl, and only six or seven vegetable leaves floated on it. The vegetable leaves were luxuriously mixed with two pieces of fat and thin meat. The boy smelled the meat fragrance and almost drooled.

Just as he was about to eat, the boy seemed to think of something. He winked and said, "Mom, eat these two pieces of meat. I won't eat it."

While scraping the bottom of the paste in the pot and putting it into his bowl, Wang shook his head and said with a smile, "my mother has just eaten several pieces of meat. The rest of it is a little paste. My mother makes do with it and eats some more. If she loses it, it's a waste."

The boy looked at Wang Shi, lowered his head, picked up the bowl, and silently ate.

Wang is a miserable orphan girl. After giving birth to the boy Xiaofu, his husband died in the mountains while hunting.

In this small village at the corner of the qingluan mountains, without men, there is no food source. After all, this small area is barren and barren, and nothing can be planted. The food source of the whole village is only the ordinary beasts in a hill beside the village.

Strange to say, there are many mountains around the qingluan mountain range. This little peak at the edge has been eaten by the village for generations for so many years, and all kinds of wild animals have never been reduced, but more and more.

People all think it is the protection of the mountain god, but this small peak is also the nameless mountain. Therefore, every household in the village has a mountain god statue, which is called the nameless Mountain God, which is extremely revered and devout.

By washing clothes for others' homes and working as servants for slightly wealthier families, Wang reluctantly pulled Xiao Fula to the age of nine. Although he was not yet 40, he looked like an old woman because of the devastation of these years.

Xiao Fu is also a sensible child. Since childhood, he knew to help his hard-working mother share housework. When he was a little older, he clamored to follow the hunter team in the village into the mountains to hunt.

Wang Shi couldn't, so he had to ask brother Zhang next door to take him with him. Xiao Fu was also very diligent. He was the most diligent one every time he went out, and everyone in the village was full of praise for him.

Therefore, although Xiao Fu is only nine years old, he can bring home oneortwo pieces of animal meat from time to time to improve his food.

He finished the meal, but there was a slightly larger piece of meat at the bottom of the bowl. He shouted, "Mom, I'm full."

Wang looked at the piece of meat at the bottom of the bowl, shook his head slightly, and said with a smile, "OK."

Silently tidy up the dishes and chopsticks, and put the remaining pieces of meat in the shabby cupboard.

"It's time to worship the mountain gods."

After cleaning up, Wang took Xiao Fu and knelt down in front of the statue of the nameless mountain, kowtowing respectfully.

As usual, after kowtowing, Xiao Fu subconsciously glanced at the dark Mountain God when he looked up.

The mountain god statue was made by everyone in the village a long time ago, carved in ebony and simply painted.

Xiao Fu suddenly shivered in his heart, and his scalp felt numb. There was a very frightening feeling, but this feeling came quickly and went quickly.

He looked carefully at the mountain god that he worshiped every day, and didn't find anything strange. Xiao Fu couldn't help feeling a little trance.

"Xiao Fu? What's the matter?" Wang's wrinkled face was full of concern.

Xiao Fu felt a pain in his heart. His mother was not 40 years old!

I only eat two meals a day. In addition to green vegetables and wild vegetables, I have to do so much hard work. I age too fast.

Thinking of this, he couldn't help blurting out: "Mom, I want to grow up quickly, I can hunt by myself, make clothes for you with animal skins, and let you eat meat every day! I also want to go out of the village, build a house in the rumored ancient city of Taichu, and take my mom to enjoy happiness!"

The mountain roads here are extremely difficult. For this tiny and closed village, the magnificent ancient city of Taichu, which is only a few hundred miles away, is as far away as legend.

Gently touched Xiao Fu's head, Wang's face was just smiling, but his heart murmured, Xiao Fu, when you grow up, your mother will be old.

At night, the village is particularly quiet.

Occasionally, a few dog barks came, disturbing people's dreams.

Xiao Fu was half asleep and half awake, but he moistened his eyes and unconsciously felt heartache.

Shook his head, sat up, wiped the corners of his eyes, looked around in the moonlight, and said to himself, "where's my mother?"

The wooden house is not big, only a shabby wooden bed, which can squeeze two people.

The night in late autumn is bone chilling. Wang has always let Xiao Fu sleep inside, while he sleeps outside, which can make Xiao Fu a little warmer.

Xiao Fu looked at the almost wet pillow and couldn't help but wonder more: "why did I shed so many tears in my dream? Mom, where are you?"

Put on a worn cotton padded clothes, open the wooden door, and a cold wind in the cold night poured down like ice water.

Xiao Fu shivered fiercely, but he didn't close the door. Instead, he stretched his head out of the door and shouted, "Mom?"

In the middle of the night, where can my mother go? Even if I went to the toilet for so long, should I come back?

Standing at the door blankly, the biting cold wind came in bursts. Xiao Fu shivered, but he was more worried in his heart.

Nine year old children, because their families are poor, have learned many things early.

Suddenly, he noticed a sense of peeping behind him. Xiao Fu suddenly turned around, but he still saw the shabby wooden bed and the iron pot and cupboard in the corner.

On the edge of the broken wooden bed, there was also a pair of cloth shoes that were sewed more than half. The stitches were dense and extremely tight. It was the winter cloth shoes that Wang had sewed for Xiao Fu with two pieces of thick cloth and soles that he had saved for a long time.

The sense of peeping is stronger!

Xiao Fu's scalp exploded, numb, but he couldn't find the source of the sense of peeping!

Once again, I swept the wooden house, and the simple decoration was as usual, only the mountain gods

wait! Mountain gods!

On the dark face, two red and green painted eyes seemed to come back to life, and they were staring at themselves with venomous eyes!

"Ah!"

Xiaofu Tianling trembled, and a burst of urine burst out under him. He rushed out of the door despite the cold of the night!

In a trance, I was vaguely familiar with the scene.

Didn't I run out of the door and onto the street in the village? Why did you go back to the house?

After all, Xiao Fu is only nine years old. No matter how sensible he is, his mind shows a slight sign of collapse after this shock.

He was stunned to stay where he was, but his eyes looked at the ferocious Mountain God with a malevolent look on his face.

Suddenly, the big mouth of the Mountain God opened between twists.

Clatter clatter.

Spit out a pile of snow-white bones.

Xiao Fu looked at the pile of bones, his eyes still blank, until he saw a gap on one of the hand bones.

His mother's little finger on her left hand is missing a small bone.

It was an old injury left by a small finger that my mother accidentally broke when she was washing clothes at the village head's house the year before last.

Gradually, there was a focal length in his eyes, and his heart rending cry rang through the silent night sky.

"Mother!"

A moment later, the sound in the wooden house suddenly stopped.

Shaoqing, the sound of chewing gradually came from the wooden house, which was extremely terrifying.

Strangely, the whole village was like a dead village, without any sound.