farmer and snake

The snake demon ran out from Da Zhuang's house, snow drifted outside, the sky and the ground were silvery white, the cold wind blew across his face, he felt even colder, but he could only hug himself.I just wanted to have fun with that person, why did I put my true feelings into it? Seeing his anxious expression for that woman, his heart suddenly twisted into a ball. Why is his heart so complicated, he is too self-indulgent.After all, in the eyes of that person, he is still an ugly and ferocious monster, just like his frightened eyes when he first appeared in the market, last night was just a short pastime when he was frustrated.Forget it, it's only been a few days, just pretend nothing happened, find someone to sleep, wait until spring to continue eating people and build up cultivation, and then seek revenge on the thief who made him almost freeze to death.

The snowflakes drifted bigger and bigger, and when Da Zhuang left the house, he wandered around the mountains in a state of distraught, walking the mountain road where he chopped firewood a few days ago, and the place where he picked up the little snake, but at this time he was no longer smiling. Accompanied by his face, he just walked alone, and didn't go back until it was getting late.He didn't want to open the door to face the woman, so he simply turned his head and went into the firewood room. Last night's small hot pot and bedding were still unpacked, and the snake demon's torn cloak was still there. Da Zhuang couldn't sleep all night holding the cloak.

He was a little drowsy just now when he was awakened by the crowing of the cock, so he got up and just sat in a daze.

"Dead man! Get me some breakfast!" The woman's voice came from a distance, and Da Zhuang was sitting in a daze, and did not respond.

With a bang, the door of the firewood room was roughly pushed open, "Why are you in a daze, look at my injured hand, go and get some food! I leave the housework to you these days, my hand Can't see the water!"

"Oh", Da Zhuang responded casually.

In the past few days, Da Zhuang wandered aimlessly in the mountains. He didn't know whether it was good or bad to meet that snake demon.The weather was getting colder and colder, and the great cold was approaching. In a certain corner of his heart, he began to worry about the snake demon.

On the second day of the twelfth lunar month, the farmer went to deliver firewood and annual rent to the landlord's house.The talkative woman began to talk about the ferocious snake demon to the concubines of the landlord's house, and showed others the hand that was still on the splint while talking.The farmer felt that those few days were like a dream, and he never found any trace of the snake demon.He doesn't care about that woman, one family said, the other family said, the whole world would probably know that her hand was broken by the snake demon. He is also in fear all day long, and he will not be able to live in peace during the Chinese New Year.Sometimes the farmer wondered what life would be like if the snake demon ate her and now he disguised the woman in human skin.It might be more convenient to eat people in human skin, since I can't find him anyway, so let's treat it as a dream.

After spending a year in such a daze, Da Zhuang felt that every day was lifeless.Day after day, only the woman's yelling and cursing could be heard, and night after night, only the deserted woodshed went to dawn alone.

"Dead man! Didn't you hear me calling you to collect your clothes just now!"

"Oh, let's go."

"You have been seduced by that snake demon! Now you are absent-minded all day long!"

"Maybe", the farmer muttered in a low voice and got up to collect the clothes outside the house.

"What did you say!"

"It's nothing."