Bianshanhan [farming]

After coming out of the snow pit, Jiang Cong blocked the entrance of the cave with a solid branch.

The two of them walked back on the sledge, the wind and snow were still heavy, but it was a rare time for the two of them to be alone.

When they stopped to rest, the two cuddled together, and Li Qingwen couldn't help but think of the year when they went north from Yuanbei City. At that time, the road ahead was vast and their hearts were uneasy. Now it's also icy and snowy, but thinking of you is completely different.

No matter how cherished they are, the road has an end, and they returned to the wooden house when the snowstorm was about to stop, because they didn't wait for the wild beast to attack, and they didn't eat that piece of meat, Li Qingfeng was always regretful.

He leaned over to his younger brother, "Zai'er, where did Brother Jiang take you to play?"

Li Qingwen cleared his throat, his eyes wandered, "Just, just wander around..."

"Why don't you call me!" Li Qingfeng put his arms around Li Qingwen's neck, and said in a resentful tone, "We stayed here for nothing for a few days."

Li Qingwen was suppressed, and he dared not move because he had ghosts in his heart.

It was already delayed, so they immediately packed up their things and headed north. It turned out that Jiang Cong's sentry post was at the northernmost point.

When I turned around, I saw a group of bison walking towards the southeast forest.

Many places grass is covered by snow, they are looking for more food.

Then, two of them were left behind.

The buffalo is huge, and it runs so fast that the arrows in the hands of the others are useless. If Jiang Cong wasn't there, their excitement would have been in vain.

In the snow-covered sky, Jiang Cong stood upright, with a scorched bow in his hand like a full moon, and the arrows he shot were like shooting stars, and he immediately urged his horse forward.

This was the first time Li Qingwen saw Jiang Cong use the ebony arrow. He couldn't tell whether he hit it or not, but he heard the shouts of the fourth brother and others.

A cow was nearly two thousand catties, and the sledge couldn't be pulled at all. They had to stop and split it for a long time.

When cutting the hard cowhide, I realized that it wasn't that the big guy couldn't do archery, but that the cowhide was too hard. I don't know whether it was because the weather here was too cold or something. frozen.

The two oxen were loaded on ten sledges, so that when they went back they would be empty, and if they came back, it would be difficult to load them.

How much north wind you drank when you came, how comfortable you will be when you go back, and it is really easy to go with the wind.

Li Qingwen had been staring at the beef all the time, and Tao Zi, like him, stopped running around and followed those sledges, staying close at every step.

Li Qingwen wanted to laugh when he saw the two of them like that.

On the way back, I bumped into the officers and soldiers who came to look for them.

This time the snow was very heavy, and they were delayed for a few days. The camp was worried, so they sent people.

Li Qingwen and the others didn't go back immediately. They went to the river first, cut through the ice, caught pike, and filled all the sledges they had. Li Qingwen had no place to sit, so he rode the same horse with Jiang Cong.

The others are also walking, they have walked this road many times, it is nothing.

It's all here, of course you can't go home empty-handed, especially when the Chinese New Year is coming.

Although many people have built brick and tile houses in the new city, they are still used to living outside the camp. come back again.

When Li Qingwen and the others came, they happened to meet these house warmers, and they went to the village outside while talking.

When Jiang Cong went back, he wanted to tell Zhou Fengnian and the others about the inspection, and sent Li Qingwen home without staying longer, leading the horse back to the camp.

Li Qingwen gave the ivory wrapped in a sack to the elder brother who came up to him, and asked him to keep it safely.

Mrs. Chen dragged her youngest son to the house, and saw that his face was not thin and his body was not cold, so he breathed a sigh of relief.

Li Qingfeng said disapprovingly: "Mother, Zi'er came to the border town on foot at the age of 13, and after the new year is [-], why are you still holding him in your hand?"

"It's been so many years." Chen sighed, when the younger son just woke up, it seemed not long ago, and in the blink of an eye, he was already this age.

Jiang's recovery is good, and she can move now, she said with a smile: "Yeah, life flies so fast!"

Li Maoyu brought two bowls of Laba porridge to the two brothers who had just entered the house, "I added a few more beans this year, try it."

This Laba porridge is specially reserved for them. It is fragrant and delicious. After eating it, the body is warm and the mouth can be sweet for a long time.

Before Li Qingwen could speak, Li Maoyu immediately said, "I've sent Jiang Cong's share to them a long time ago."

As soon as the news of their return spread, Li Zhengliang and Li Zhengming, who were playing outside, also came back, and the room immediately became noisy.

Looking at the people in the room, Chen suddenly sighed, "This year, I am short of the third child..."

The Li family seldom got together these few years. In the past, Li Qingwen was in the border town, and Li Qingzhuo was in the capital. This year Li Qingzhuo came back with great difficulty, but Li Qinghong had to stay in the capital to look after the shop.

Li Maoyu hurriedly persuaded from the side: "Qinghong is doing well in the capital, maybe he will be back next year or the next year."

Then after next year, the second child and the youngest child may not be able to go home for the New Year because of their studies, Chen replied, his face still a little gloomy.

Li Qingfeng snatched the fruit from his eldest nephew, stuffed it into his mouth without saying a word, chewed it, swallowed it, and said: "Mom, maybe my third brother is on the way, it's still a few days before the Chinese New Year, don't be like this Already sad."

Li Qingwen: "..." Little fourth brother, wouldn't it really make mother feel more uncomfortable if you open your eyes and talk nonsense like this?

But to his surprise, Niangqin's complexion really improved a lot, Li Qingwen didn't know what to look for for a while.

Of course, Chen also knew that her son's words were to comfort him, and it was impossible, but there was still a glimmer of hope in her heart.

Well, when the stew in the back room was cooked, Mrs. Chen hurried to scoop it up, and didn't continue to think about the third son.

The windmill has not been finished yet, and the yellow rice in every household is pushed by hand. In the twelfth lunar month, every household began to spread rice cakes.

In the past, when there was not enough food to eat, only families with a lot of land planted millet. In winter, a few pots of rice cakes were distributed to relatives and close families. The orange rice cake can't help drooling.

The adults are reluctant to eat it, so they cut the hard rice cake into several pieces, steam it in a pot until soft, and distribute it to the children in the family.

Compared with the rough sorghum rice, the soft and sticky rice cake is a rare delicacy for the children of Yangshu Village.

After arriving in the border town, every household has more land, and each family will grow a few acres of millet. Although everyone here does not need to be hungry, they still miss things that they could not eat before.

Just after the autumn harvest, some children begged their mother to make rice cakes. Knowing that the children were treated badly in the past, the adults agreed.

So when winter came, someone made rice cakes, and Li Qingwen's family would always receive them from others, but they were not easy to digest, so Li Qingwen didn't dare to eat them.

When Niangen came, the Li family also began to scatter.

Sprinkling rice cakes is simple and easy, but it is also difficult to say. Put water on the bottom of the pot, put a grate made of sorghum on the water, spread a clean coarse cloth on the grate, and then put some water on the yellow rice noodles in the basin.

When the pot is hot, grab the yellow rice noodles and sprinkle them on the cage cloth layer by layer.

The fire in the stove is constant, and after one layer is sprinkled, the heat will permeate upwards, and the sprinkles will continue.

In the past, all households in Yangshu Village used earthenware pots. They were afraid that the bottom of the pot would leak. When steaming rice cakes, only a thin layer was spread. Li’s family used a large iron pot, so don’t worry about that. Li Maoyu and Chen The two of them sprinkled layer after layer, and no one dared to sit on the kang in the front room.

Fearing that the kang mat would be burned, Li Maoxian slipped his shoes on the kang and lifted the hottest piece of the kang mat.

Outside, Li Qingrui was chopping beef with an axe. So much beef had to be sent to Zhou Fengnian, Chen Wen, and Zheng Zhun in the camp, as well as Uncle Jiang and the elders outside the camp. taste……

A bunch of people were waiting next to him. When Li Qingrui got tired, he changed people. They didn't work in this season, and the group of people had nowhere to go.

Zhou Yao came over, she was not very interested in hard beef, Li Qingzhuo had seen some medical skills in the past few days, and asked her for some clarifications.

Li Qingyong was also waiting outside to divide the beef. Although he didn't do anything this trip, he helped move the beef, and he wanted to share two catties and take it back to stew.

Seeing that he was about to be queued, another group of people came from a distance, Li Qingyong looked at the beef on the ground, thinking in his heart, should he take less...

When Zhui Feng and Lightning saw these people, they jumped on them and shouted.

These dogs, which run all day in and out of camp, are familiar to most people and rarely make such warning calls.

People in the yard turned their heads to look at the past.

In a group of people, the person at the front pulled off the fur covering his face, his eyelashes and eyebrows were covered with a thick layer of frost, he shouted: "Brother!"

Li Qingrui stepped over in three steps and two steps, and said excitedly: "Third brother, why are you back?"

Li Qingwen was still practicing calligraphy, when he heard the fourth brother shout, "Mother, your third son is back", he was stunned for a moment, put down his pen quickly, and walked outside.

Before he went outside, a group of people surrounded Li Qinghong and had already entered. Li Qingwen was surprised, "Third brother!"

Li Qinghong grinned, stretched out a big cold hand to touch his head, "Zaier."

Before he touched it a second time, his hand was grabbed by Mrs. Chen who ran out from the back room.

"Father, mother!" Li Qinghong raised his frozen face, grinned, and said, "I'm back!"

Not only Li Qinghong, but also two other cousins ​​from the same family who came back this time, they were on the road with people from the court, and they arrived home before the Chinese New Year.

This time, the person surrounded by the crowd became Li Qinghong. He sat on the Kang in the West House, and when he heard the questions from his family, he responded with a smile: "I thought I wouldn't be able to come back, but Mr. Su inquired that someone wanted to come back." Come to the border town, let the housekeeper come and ask us, and then we came back by boat..."

The boat did not suffer much, and the journey from Linsu to the border town suffered a lot, but in order to be able to go home and reunite, this little hardship was nothing.