Dragon Ball Pastry Family

Chapter 65 Niu Shou Village

Niu Shou Village, this is a bustling village located on the border of the prairie. It is located in the north of the mountains in the Northland, at the junction of the mountains and the grassland. A thin river flows out from the mountains in the Northland to make this place The land, the flocks of cattle and sheep live here, and also make the people here.

This place was not as prosperous as it is now, because as a place of residence, it is too bad that there is no barrier in the direction of the north, so it is windy, snowy, and colder here.

All this is due to a sage like a sage, Master Kong Jian, a great monk who practiced in Yuanshan Temple in Milkshake Town. He ran here ten years ago, and this place has continuously become a sundae area for aspiring young people The Holy Land, they gathered here, constantly fighting against the Red Silk Army, and constantly building this place.

"So Master Kong Jian is really a great sage with profound wisdom. Without him, we might not be able to persist today." The bearded man described his idol with longing.

"By the way, there is one more thing, that is, don't call me uncle, I'm actually a brother, I'm 24 years old!"

"Huh? Liar?" Zajiangmian looked at the big beard in front of him, and gradually chose to believe it, because the guy's voice really didn't sound loud, "Then why do you have such a long beard?" ?”

"Hee hee, of course this is to look more powerful, do you feel that I am so mature?" The bearded man was proud.

"My um, I do look very mature." Zajiangmian accepted his wonderful setting, but he insisted that this guy grows up too fast.

Finally, after chatting all the way, I came to Niu Shou Village.

The wind speed increased suddenly here, and the feeling quickly changed from the previous slight breeze to the current breeze.

"Huh?" Zajiangmian immediately noticed the change, "Why does it feel like the wind speed has changed?"

Bell silently followed behind the two of them without speaking, while Schiff ran wildly around like having fun.

"That's right, it just got bigger. You really noticed it. You deserve to be the one who can defeat me!" The bearded man gave a thumbs up to Zhajiangmian.

"No, no, no," Zajiangmian complained silently in his heart, "I feel like ten people can do something like defeating you, so it's better not to use it as proof."

The bearded man didn't notice the inner monologue of Zajiangmian, but happily introduced his hometown to Zajiangmian.

"When our ancestors chose the place to live, it was precisely because of the charming summer breeze that could drive away many mosquitoes, so they settled here, offered the head of a bull here, and regarded this place as their new home. They didn't expect it at that time. It will become so scary in winter, and when the village is completed, it will be impossible to move.”

"Offer the head of a bull? Is that why your place is called Niu Shou Village? I'm very interested in this story, let's hear it, let's hear it!" Seeing that there are historical legends in Zajiangmian, he was excited. Yes, although these stories often do not have so many bizarre twists and turns, the sense of history and epic is often the most touching.

"Do you want to listen?" The bearded man has always been a person who likes to show off his knowledge, and he is not stingy about this kind of sharing. He smiled and danced and told the story here: "It happens that there is still a long way to go to the village. Then let me tell you!"

"It is said that at some point 800 years ago, a huge snowstorm swept across the entire grassland. Even though June has arrived, the ice and snow have not melted in the slightest. It was really very difficult at that time." The bearded man His eyes gradually blurred, as if he was remembering, but also seemed to be sad.

"It is said that the situation at that time was like living in hell. The heavy snow fell one after another without stopping at all. The livestock died in groups. People had no way to do it, because the food was buried under the ice and snow. Gradually, some people began to Death, first for the elderly, then for the children, and finally even the young and middle-aged gradually retreated into desperation, and the entire grassland fell into chaos and conquest. I heard from the old people that at night at that time, they could hear evil spirits crying outside. I don’t know if it’s the cry of the wraith, or the roar of the north wind, or maybe it’s the joyous song of the god of death. Tears will freeze into ice.” The bearded man’s voice sank, even choking, it was the sadness that flows in the blood of culture, It is the tears of time, and the common emotion passed down from generation to generation of Niu tribe people.

"The ancestors of the cattle tribe felt that they could no longer stay in such a place. For the future of the tribe, as well as for the elders, women, children and themselves of the tribe, they collected the last hay, the last bit of cattle and sheep, The last bit of food, and finally they decided to move to the south, because the old people often say that it will be hotter in the south, so they think the south must be a ray of light in this darkness, the south, the south, there must be enough light , Sufficient heat can make the grass germinate, make the flowers bloom, let the fresh blood surge in the blood vessels, and make people's faces full of smiles."

"In this way, with such a wish, they headed south all the way. On the way, they kept taking in the old, the weak, the sick and the disabled from various tribes. They warmed each other together, marched in groups, and looked forward to the south together. At that time, other tribes were laughing. They, but no one stopped them, because the grassland can no longer afford so many people, and no one is willing to break this idea, the south is probably a good place."

"That's where the original origin came from. It started with this migration. On the road to the south, we kept advancing, dying, and praying. But the ice and snow showed no sign of melting. Despair almost broke this place. A weak team, even the last supplies will be exhausted, some people are even desperate enough to eat the last cattle and sheep of the tribe, which is the root of the tribe, how can they move, without cattle and sheep, the herdsmen It is nothing. There is no hope in the days without cattle and sheep. On the road, if a person dies, people will silently leave him where he is, to vultures, to jackals, to nature, because that It is a very normal thing, but if a cow or sheep that has been left for breeding dies, everyone will shed tears, even if it is already cold, it is tomorrow, how can tomorrow just disappear like this, such a sheep , dry and thin, but its fur can keep warm, its flesh can wrap its stomach, its tendons can be used to make bows and arrows, and the most important point is that it can give birth to more lambs in the future, and it will be There are more skins and more meat, but in the end, someone actually made an idea of ​​these treasures, because despair has already made people crazy and blind, but things finally turned around. In the most desperate days, the ancestors Their behavior touched the gods, and he sent out a beam of light to guide the ancestors, and finally they found here, a small pass in the mountains in the north."

"So they ended up here?" Jajiangmian asked.

"No, it was also covered with ice and snow at that time, and the real miracle was behind the pass." The bearded man breathed a sigh of relief, and continued after a while.

"There is endless ice and snow behind, and an unknown road ahead, but the ancestors can only continue to move forward without complaint. When they cross this pass, a miracle happens!"

"Miracle?"

"Yes, a miracle, a real miracle, a unique miracle, just like a miracle that has truly reached the gate of heaven!"

"Because there, the ice and snow disappeared!"

"The ice and snow only extend inward along the pass for a few hundred meters, and further south are the tender shoots of green grass. According to legend, those grasses are the kind of goose-yellow tips of the green grass that just sprouted out of the shoots. They are all fragrant with a bit of bitterness and sweetness, and the sun is warm on people, making people want to sleep lazily, so the Niu tribe settled here, letting the children run and jump happily, Let the cattle and sheep graze comfortably."

"But what does this have to do with Niushou Village?"

"It has something to do with it," the bearded man smiled, "It has a lot to do with it, because that's where the roots of Niushou Village lie. It's surrounded by mountains and flat in the middle, and the melted snow water gathers to form a lake that's as beautiful as a jewel. , especially the snow-capped mountain in the north, which directly blocked the harsh north wind for the ancestors, and is called the holy mountain. The white snow is its top, the black basalt is its body, and the green pine forest is its It is embellished, so it is called a sundae. In order to thank the gods for their help, the ancestors specially offered the only white bull, hoping that the gods would accept this precious gift, but the gods never appeared again."

"Thinking about it now, maybe this is the god. Helping people has always been just to make people live better, not for any rewards, so in the end everyone enjoyed the tribute of the gods together, leaving behind white cattle bones. Since then, the cattle tribe has developed rapidly, cattle and sheep have filled the pastures, and children have filled the streets, until it is no longer suitable for so many residents to live there.”

"I'm afraid I understand, so you separated!" Zajiangmian understood.

"That's right, so my ancestors set off again with the tokens brought from the headquarters just like his ancestors. They finally chose the outside of the pass to build a village, offered the skull of a sacred cow to the land here, and finally settled down. This is the story of the establishment of Niu Shou Village." The bearded man slowly raised his head, and after the story was finished, he returned to reality.

"Well, that's a good story." Zajiangmian woke up from the old story, and when he looked up, he saw the high wall of the village, and the timing was just right.

"Niu Shou Village, here I come!"

　Uh, cry, I found that the number of collections has decreased. Is it because I don’t like the repeated appearance of the Red Silk Army? But this time it’s not a repeated plot. It’s an important skill that needs to be implemented online. The protagonist of the next small plot will not be The main participant, but a witness, witnesses the ups and downs of an area, and the joys and sorrows of the people in it. In short, it has been written, and it will be troublesome to change it. If you have any suggestions, you can write them in the comment area and tell me. I will pay attention to it every day, if it is interesting, I will add it, jokes are also fine.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)