young flower

Take a few stones and set up a copper cup to boil water.

"Xiaobao, look at the fire."

"Oh, I see, Master."

Feihua walked out of the courtyard gate, walked across the grass slope to the field.

Yesterday, Feihua cooked two bowls of soup with the little sweet potatoes picked up by the child. In the middle of the night, she still woke up hungry.

When he was hungry, it seemed that the hard bed under him became colder, and the cold air was like maggots on the tarsus, and it seemed that his life could be taken away in a second.

There was a thin layer of mist floating in the vast fields, and the sky was overcast, as if it was about to be suppressed.

The fields full of stubble and wheat stubble were interspersed with patches of vegetable fields, but they were bare with nothing on them.

Feihua lowered her head and searched among the ridges and fields, digging up the weeds that were not withered and yellow.

He couldn't tell which were edible wild vegetables and which were poisonous weeds. Anyway, he would starve to death, and it didn't matter if he was poisoned to death.

Feihua carried the dug grass back to the yard, washed it, and boiled it in a copper pot.

There is no oil, salt, or seasoning, but when people are extremely hungry, they will swallow even the most unpalatable food.

Besides, the cooked wild herb soup is not so unpalatable—although it smells like green grass.

Do you know what the stinky green smell is?You boil sweet potato vines or randomly cut weeds into a pot, and you will understand after smelling them, pigs like to eat that kind of things very much.

After eating the wild herb soup, her tired, sore and cold body was relieved, and Feihua took Tiebao to the field to look for food again.

"Hey, master, master! What is this?"

Tie Bao asked in surprise while holding up a piece of object.

The black-purple skin has a purple incision and is as big as a foot. It should have been cut off in the ground by the farmers when they were digging.

"...I don't know, just keep it." Anyway, the ones dug out of the ground can always be eaten.

"Oh!"

The two small figures bowed their waists and continued to search, in the desolate winter field, like two little mice that came out to look for food without storing winter food.

After searching for half a day, they finally found something in their small food basket, at least they won't be hungry tonight and tomorrow.

Back in the yard, Feihua first boiled a pot of hot water. The two children hadn't bathed for some time. Fortunately, it was winter, otherwise they must have stink.

After boiling the water, it took a lot of time to move the water to a small house where the farm tools were kept.

There was a large short wooden basin filled with water. Feihua stripped herself and Tiebao and washed them thoroughly.

The two children were sitting in the tub, splashing with splashing water. Feihua felt that just washing it once was not clean enough, but given the current conditions...forget it, he didn't have the strength to carry the water again.

After washing my hair and taking a shower, I changed into another set of clothes—although the clothes were worn out, they were still very dry after being baked by Feihua.

Feihua sat by the brazier, combing Xiao Tiebao's hair with a peach wood comb, and tied up the dried hair with a piece of cloth.

Tie Bao is a little fool at all, he doesn't understand anything, I really don't know how he got together with the original owner of Feihua's current body.

"All right."

Cleaned up and tidied up, the child looks much more pleasing to the eye, with a delicate oval face, small and three-dimensional features, two very thin and long eyebrows, a bit like a girl, and big round eyes like a small pool of water ,very nice.

If it wasn't for malnutrition, this child should be considered a beauty embryo.

"Xiao Bao, who is Aunt Zhang?"

Feihua fiddled with the firewood, carefully watching the cup on the fire, and asked.

"Aunt Zhang, Aunt Zhang is the aunt who brings meals to the young master and little Bao'er, and also washes clothes for the young master and Bao'er."

"Then why is Xiaobao here?"

"Xiaobao...Xiaobao followed the young master a long time ago. When the wife was still there, Xiaobao was sent to follow the young master. Later, the wife fell asleep and did not wake up. Aunt Zhang said that the wife was dead, and Xiaobao kept going. With the young master."

"...Does Little Treasure know who I am?"

"The young master is the young master!" The child looked at Fei Hua in surprise, his eyes were shining like obsidian.

"..."

"Is Aunt Zhang the only one who has been here?"

"...Well, Aunt Zhang, there is another very vicious person, Xiaobao was sent here by him... There is no one else. Xiaobao also secretly saw people growing food outside, but they didn't come in here."

"Then where was Little Treasure before he came here?"

"...I don't know, where there are many people... I don't remember."

"Where are little Bao'er's parents? I mean father and mother."

"...I don't know, Aunt Zhang said that little Bao'er has no parents..." The child lowered his head.

"..."

At night, Feihua hugged Tie Baoer and lay under the quilt. The thin quilt was covered with several layers of curtains torn from the house. The child's warm body was pressed against each other, and the cold winter night no longer made it difficult to sleep.

But Feihua still couldn't sleep, her eyes were looking at the void of the night, and the scenes of her previous life were echoing in her mind.

Being a human again, those things become distant, but clearer.

He was reborn, but his soul has not been redeemed. He still remembers the pain in his heart, but he wants to forget it, but it follows him everywhere.

Everything in this life seems to be a continuation of the misfortune of the past. The rebirth without the baptism of Naiheqiao and Meng Potang may be destined to repeat the fate of the previous life.

A fragile life abandoned in the wilderness, not knowing what to experience...

The next day, Feihua cooked a cup of wild vegetable and potato soup. The piece that Tie Bao picked up yesterday should be something like purple sweet potato. The juice is sticky and not very sweet, but it can fill you up.

After eating, the two children were idling around the brazier in the firewood room, when suddenly there was a slapping sound outside the courtyard gate.

"Open the door! Open the door quickly!" A fierce man's voice came in immediately.

Feihua and Tiebao looked at each other for a while, then walked out of the woodshed, with little Tiebao following closely behind.

The door opened, and there was a short-bearded man in a gray cotton robe outside. The expression on his face was ferocious and impatient, with a bit of contempt and resentment.

Behind the man was a small box-type donkey cart.

"Come out quickly! Butler Zhou told you to go into the city, hurry up!" the man said angrily, shaking the whip in his hand.

"...Leave here?" Feihua asked after being silent for a while.

"Just get out of here! Little brat, don't hurry up, and waste your uncle's time!"

"Then wait."

Feihua pulled Tie Bao into the house and asked Tie Bao to put out the brazier. He put the two of them's worn-out clothes and some commonly used small items in a piece of rags and tied them into a bundle.

Feihua thought for a while, put the few wilted radishes she picked up yesterday into her bag, and then pulled Tie Bao out.

"Little brat, what are you dawdling about! Hurry up and get in the car, I'm still rushing back to do some business!...This damn weather, in the wilderness, what kind of errand is this!"

The donkey cart was walking slowly on the path in the field, and the sound of the axles was like a requiem. Feihua lay on the small window of the carriage and looked out. The small courtyard gradually went away amidst the sound of the wheels. Become a faint dot in the vast wilderness.

3. The future is uncertain...

The cart pulled by the little donkey passed through the open field and several villages, large and small, and entered the city.

The man with the short beard cursed all the way, and finally stopped when he approached the city gate.

Guards stood at the gate of the city, wearing armor and holding spears, just like soldiers in costume dramas seen on TV.

The clothes worn by the people she saw on the road were also very suspicious. Feihua felt that she had stepped into an ancient world.

This feeling is very strange, a bit like-you had a dream, and then one day you became the person in the dream and lived in your dream.You can't tell if this is a dream you had or if the dream is reality.

Entering the city gate, you will be greeted by the bustling market, and the hoofbeat of the little donkey will soon be drowned out by the noisy crowd in the city.

Feihua sees people coming and going in the car window—wearing old-style dresses, regardless of gender; the array of shops—more lively and real than the ancient markets on TV; A carriage, a sedan chair carried by four people...

"Young master, there are so many people..."

Little Tiebao said excitedly lying on the other side of the window, his little butt moved around as if he wanted to run down to see it right away.

When Feihua heard the man driving outside scolded in a low voice, "Uninformed country bumpkin, little slave...", the surprised look on her face suddenly disappeared when she saw something new, and the look in her eyes changed for a moment, and she went back Quiet silence was answered.

The donkey cart went back and forth in the street market, and finally stopped by a secluded alley.

"It's here, come down quickly! You donkey, you're walking slowly..."

Feihua got out of the car, and before being pushed into a small door, her eyes quickly skipped over the surrounding scenery.

There are no distinctive alleys, and the entire alley is full of ancient blue-tiled houses with only walls and roofs visible.

The small wooden door behind him was closed with a "bang" by the man driving the car, Xiao Tiebao jumped and grabbed Feihua's sleeve tightly, with a look like a frightened deer on his face.

The man and his two children walked through the small yard planted with many chrysanthemums, turned around a chaste corridor, and walked into a hall-like room.

Bypassing a landscape folding screen, a middle-aged man with long beard and elegant was sitting beside the Eight Immortals table in the middle of the room.

"Mr. Zhou, the person you mentioned has been brought here."

"Ah."

Feihua noticed that when the man saw this serious man, he had an obvious flattering tone and an extremely respectful and flattering expression on his face.

Moderate attire, elegant appearance, serious expression