young flower

.Only when you are ruthless to yourself can you win over your opponent, see through her tricks, and trample her under your feet!In such a short period of time in a lifetime, if you can't let go of your hands and feet and gamble once, wouldn't it be a waste of time? ! "

The words of his mother in the previous life seemed to still be in his ears. Although, as the only son of his mother, he was sacrificed by her as a bet, but now he can understand that what she said is quite reasonable.

In this life, he might as well regard it as a gamble.

15

15. Xanadu...

In the north-central part of Dashang, there is a river running from east to west, named Luan River, which is the third largest river in Dashang.

Luanhe River starts from Fulong Mountain and Ziran Mountain in the middle of Dashang, flows through 23 provinces in six prefectures, and has numerous tributaries along the way. Day and night, it rushes to the East China Sea.

The calm and plentiful river irrigates the large plains in the east, making the agricultural economy in this area extremely developed, and the business that develops with it is becoming more and more perfect and prosperous, and finally makes this area become the northern capital area, The third most prosperous place in Dashang outside the Xianglan area in the west.

Luanhu Village is a small village hidden deep in the mountains and valleys of the tributaries of the Luan River. There are only eleven households in the whole village, with a total of 56 people, old and young. hundreds.

Feihua has only stayed here for a few days, and she has a considerable understanding of the primitiveness and backwardness here.

The houses of every household in the village are wooden houses and bamboo buildings made of local materials. Almost all furniture and utensils are made of bamboo and wood. The food and clothing of the villagers are almost completely self-sufficient. They lived a primitive life, occasionally hunting some live animals, gathering some herbs and selling them to the city residents, in exchange for cloth seeds, iron pot plowshares and other necessities that they could not produce or did not produce much.

Feihua sat in the shadow of the railing under the porch, leaning against the smooth porch, with one leg stretched out on the railing, the other leg resting comfortably on the wooden floor, with her hands resting on the railing, watching quietly. far away.

The sunlight is pure, and the lake water in the distance is sparkling even if there is no wind. The green plants are full of vitality under the sunlight, and they are so strong and lovely that it makes people feel happy to look at them.

The small lake is Luan Lake, and the name of the village is also based on the name of the lake.

The terrain of Luanhu Village is actually like a pot. The Luan Lake in the middle of the village is the bottom of the pot. Even if the spring water flowing into Luan Lake in the mountain depression can store three or four Luan Lakes a year, the water level of the lake But it remains the same all year round, neither drought nor flood, which is unimaginably suitable.

According to the old people in the village, there is an undercurrent at the bottom of Luan Lake, which leads directly to the Luan River, so the water level has not increased.However, no matter whether it is true or not, no one cares about it. People in the closed Luanhu Village rely on this valley and this lake, and live a very contented life.

Surrounding the lake is a circle of fertile wetlands, which were opened up by the people of Luanhu Village and planted with rice and grains brought back from the outside. It is a large piece of green and lush, looking down from a distance, it is like a circle of emeralds inlaid with a piece of The best smoked sapphire.

The houses of the villagers are scattered on the high ground around them. There are several vegetable fields in front of and behind the houses. The fence walls are covered with bean pods and cucumbers. Even the wooden porch pillars of some houses are covered with petunias. , in the summer sun, the pink trumpets briskly blew the mountain dance music, plain, light, romantic and rough, but full of happiness.

This is the real paradise.

When Feihua said this, Yang Chongyu asked curiously: "Peach Blossom Spring? What is it? We don't have many peach blossoms here, but there are many pear and apricot blossoms. When the wind blows, the petals fly around, like rain. In spring, there are many wild flowers, all over the mountains and plains." Yes, I can’t get tired of watching it. In fact, there is nothing interesting in summer, and there are many mosquitoes in the forest. The most beautiful thing is autumn, and there are too many fruits to eat..."

After only a day of being together, Feihua discovered that Yang Chongyu was actually a chatterbox, and he could talk for a long time if he caught someone.Feihua felt that his thinking was actually similar to that of the cows here, they grow in a mess and talk in a mess, often just talking about the fox in the mountains, and then jumped to the growth of leeks in Uncle Seven's house.

Feihua thought it was a bit strange. A person who likes to chatter would make people feel that he was unbearable. In fact, it is telling some legend or history.

Quite contradictory.It's also quite harmonious.

"Xiao Fei, it's time to drink the medicine."

Feihua turned her head and saw Yang Chongyu walking from the corridor with a medicine bowl in hand.This person is really a bit strange, in summer, he doesn't wear short jackets and sweatshirts like other people in the village, but likes long gowns made of Gebu, loosely tied with a belt, and a small piece of white chest is exposed from the slanted front.Maybe this is the habit of ancient healers? !

The Yang family didn't stay in the village for a long time. It is said that Yang Chongyu's grandfather was also rescued by the villagers and lived here for a long time. After the grandfather of the Yang family came, as the only doctor in Luanhu Village, their family's Their status has always been very high, and some of their retained habits (such as wearing Confucian shirts and robes) have also been well-intentioned.

"Wouldn't it be very tiring to sit here? Let's go back to the house and rest, okay? You still need to pay attention to maintaining your body. The foundation was not very good before. If you don't pay attention, it will be very troublesome to leave the root cause of the disease in the future. "

Yang Chongyu took the empty bowl, persuading him with the same old saying, with a gentle and kind face on his face, Feihua always had a feeling of being pampered like a younger brother when listening to him.

This statement is a bit narcissistic, but it is true.

"Go to sleep. Proper rest in the afternoon is good for your body's recovery. Little Treasure has already slept like a pig, and drools more than a dog. This morning, Xiao Liu from the third mother-in-law's house sent a little Boil red beans, let me make red bean porridge, you can eat it when you wake up, japonica rice and red beans, adding a little glutinous rice will be very fragrant."

After hearing what he said, Feihua was thinking in her heart, if this person was born in modern times, he would be very popular. He is good at cooking, proficient in housework, and has a good skill. .

Thinking of this, he suddenly smiled. If this person meets those smart and capable women in modern times, he might be the one who is taken care of by women. Even if he is not taken care of by women, men also like such men very much. Homosexuality is also king now ah.

"What are you thinking? So happy. In fact, Xiao Fei, you should smile more, you look good when you smile." Yang Chongyu looked in surprise at Xiao Fei's smiling face, which had always been calm.

"It's nothing. I'm going to take a nap." Feihua put away her smile, got up and walked into the room. Yang Chongyu's kudzu shirt she was wearing was dragged to the ground. The toga and long sleeves made her back look like a celebrity.

Yang Chongyu looked at Feihua's thin back, and sighed secretly, when will this person act like a real child...

Feihua slept until the afternoon when the sun slanted towards the west, and the sun slanted into the room. The annual rings on the wooden floor showed a kind of old mottled warmth. On the table by the window sill was an old bamboo tube carving. A finished bottle with a bouquet of unknown fresh mountain flowers stuck in it.A string of bamboo wind chimes is hung on the window, and a few animal tusks are hanging from the bottom, which is a kind of rough and elegant.

Feihua did a few yoga moves on the bed before getting up. She seemed to be even more tired after sleeping. After being injured, she lay down all day to recuperate, and her bones became loose.

Before walking out of the house, Feihua smelled a faint sweet smell, opened the bamboo curtain, and at a glance he saw a wide-mouthed porcelain basin on the wooden pier under the porch, with a white porcelain cup in it, Half of the white porcelain spoon handle sticks out from under the lid of the cup.

Open the lid, inside is the rotten double-japonica red bean porridge, and the sweet taste wafts out with the heat.

Feihua picked it up and sat on the porch to eat slowly. The sweet and glutinous porridge was dissipated by the spring water, and it felt very good as it slipped through the esophagus warmly. His stomach seemed to be exuding a kind of joy. molecules come.

In front of the Yang family’s small yard is a large vegetable field, where all kinds of melons, beans and millet are planted. Yang Chongyu is walking through the melon and bean shelves to pick things from the basket on his arm, while Tie Bao is squatting on a vegetable field, bluffing, Feihua heard that he was catching insects.In the field not far away, there are peasant women in the village who are tending their own vegetables.

"elder brother……"

Feihua was in a daze, when a timid voice called his attention back.

Next to the wooden steps in the corridor is a little child, about five or six years old, with a round face and hands and feet, a braid on his head, wearing a bright yellow jacket, and a pair of small straw sandals on his feet .

Feihua remembered that this child was the youngest son of Goro, the neighbor next door. Goro brought him to Yang's house the day before yesterday. At that time, the little child stared at Feihua as if looking at something strange, which made Feihua feel a little uncomfortable. Comfortable.

Holding a green pear from the mountain in each hand, the child stumbled down the steps, looking at him with his eyes as if he could speak.

"Brother, here—" Seeing Feihua notice him, Xiaotong raised a pear and grinned at Feihua.Feihua looked at him steadfastly. Seeing that he didn't answer, the child withdrew his hands and climbed up the steps with both feet.

"Brother, here—" the little boy finally climbed up the steps, ran over, and held up the pear again. Feihua saw a row of small teeth in the child's grinning mouth, and a pink tongue in his mouth. inside