Wind and Cloud Xiaoyao Xian

Chapter 175 Rescue

In the previous article, the vast land of China is boundless and boundless, and no one knows its boundaries.

The far east of Shenzhou is to the vast coast. The coastline stretching for tens of millions of miles is dotted with dozens of countries, large and small. Among them, there is a country called Daming Kingdom in the north. On the east bank of Daming, there is a mountain stretching for thousands of miles from east to west. This mountain range It is dangerous and towering into the clouds, so the locals call this mountain Qingyun Mountain, which has become a natural barrier for the Ming Dynasty to defend the enemy from the north. Only a few rugged mountain roads can pass through the north.

At the foot of Qingyun Mountain, there are some state capitals of Daming, close to the seaside, and along the coastline are some fishing villages dominated by fishermen.

Daming Kingdom, East China, Lujia Village, a small village with only a few hundred people, people in the village rely on fishing to make a living.

Late at night, there was still a little light in several huts in the east of the village. Under the lamp, a girl was sewing a fishing net under the lamp.

The decoration in the room is very simple. A kang, a dark stove, a shabby square table on the ground, and an oil lamp with fluorescent light on the table. Under the lamp, there is a girl sitting on a stool and sewing fishing nets attentively.

The girl is eighteen or nineteen years old. She has a thin melon seed face. Her eyes are dark and shiny, her cheeks are pale and slightly red, her skin is slightly dark, and her face is dish-colored. It seems that she can't eat enough all year round. Her hair is scattered, her shoulders are cut, her figure is thin, and she is full of patches. The green shirt looks like a poor girl from a poor village, but it can still be seen that she is a beautiful blank.

For a long time, the girl folded the mended fishing nets, looked up at the dark window, with a worried look on her face, and muttered to herself, "It's getting late. Why haven't they come back so late today?"

With that, the girl put down the needle and thread in her hand, went to the stove, and opened the lid of the pot. There was a pot of wild vegetable soup and several nests on the bottom of the pot, which was slightly hot. The girl covered the pot, bent down to pick up a few firewood sticks from the ground, stuffed them in from the mouth of the stove, and sighed, "What time is it? Why don't you come back? The food is cold!"

At this time, there was a rapid cough from the inner room. The girl quickly stood up, lifted the curtain decorated with floral cloth, and walked to the inner room quickly. The inner room was as simple as the outside. There was a gray-aged woman lying on a small kang. Her face was sallow, without any blood color, and her cheekbones were high and convex. Up, his eyes were not shiny, and he was bending down on the edge of the kang and coughing hurriedly.

"Mother! What's wrong with you?" The girl ran to the middle-aged woman and asked anxiously.

The middle-aged woman took a few breaths and breathed a little more smoothly. She raised her head with a reluctant smile and said with difficulty, "Chunhong, mother... mother is fine. Your father... haven't they returned yet?"

"No, mother, I'll be back in a minute. You're not in good health. Lie down first." The girl named Chunhong gently helped the middle-aged woman to lie down and comforted her softly. As soon as the voice fell, she heard a shocking blow from the sky outside. The storm instantly enveloped the whole Lujia Village. The open window was shaken by the strong wind and hit the wall to make a loud noise.

"Ah?" Chunhong was shocked and hurriedly got up to close the windy window. Outside the window, dazzling lightning in the sky was tearing the sky like a sharp sword. Chunhong's eyebrows frowned more tightly, and the voice of a middle-aged woman came from the kang: "Chunhong, why is it raining heavily? What about your father? Why don't you come yet?"

"Mom, it's okay. Don't worry. I'll go out and have a look!" With that, Chunhong took off the bamboo hat and clothes from the wall, put them on, and went outside the door to see if her family had come back.

"Spring red, spring red, such a strong wind, don't go out!" Hearing this, the middle-aged woman hurriedly got up and stopped her.

"Mom, don't worry, it's okay, Chunhong is not afraid!" Chunhong walked to the kang, held the middle-aged woman down, and comforted her softly.

"Why is everything okay? It's black and winter outside, coupled with such a big thunderstorm, you go out, you can't worry!" The middle-aged woman took Chunhong's hand, but she didn't let go.

"Mom, Dad, they have been walking for a whole day. They usually come back at this time, but they haven't returned late tonight, and they caught the storm again. Just let your daughter take a look at the seaside!" Chunhong shook her mother's hand and begged softly.

"Well, you have to be careful!" Chun Hongniang knew her daughter's stubborn temper, so she let go of her hand and told her with concern.

"Mother, don't worry, have a good rest, and your daughter will be back in a minute!" Chunhong answered and walked quickly to the door of the house.

As soon as Chunhong opened the door, a strong wind was involved outside the door, which blew out the oil lamp in the room in an instant. Then a familiar voice came from the courtyard door: "Chunhong, come and help!"

"Dad, are you back?" Chunhong was overjoyed when she heard the words and ran out in the rain. With the light of lightning, Chunhong saw a man on her father's back and moving forward in the mud, while her grandfather and brother dragged a huge thing back. Chunhong hurried forward and helped her father pick up the person behind him.

It's strange to say that at this time, the night sky, which had just been stormy and thunder and lightning, suddenly calmed down. The rain stopped, and the wind did not blow. The lightning and thunder all disappeared, only the stars in the sky and the crescent moon in the sky. If it weren't for the mud all over the ground, several people would have suspected that it was an illusion just now.

"It's really weird! What the hell is this weather?" The middle-aged man behind his back scolded.

With a "squeak", the door opened, and the oil lamp in the room had been lit, revealing some faint light. There was a thin figure with a crutch at the door. It was Chun Hongniang. She was not worried. She dragged the sick body to get up, lit the oil lamp, and opened the door to meet her. At this time, Chunhong also saw clearly that her grandfather and My brother dragged a muddy horse that looked dead.

Several people threw the dead horse outside the house and went into the house together. Chunhong's father, a man of about 40 years old, put the man on his back on the kang. The man was about 20 years old, his face was full of mud and blood, his eyes were closed, and his breathing was extremely weak. Let's see if he couldn't do it. The man said urgently, "Chunhong, come on. Take out the medicine at home and save people!"

"Oh!" Chunhong answered and quickly found the wound medicine treasured at home. These wound medicine was specially prepared for the three grandfathers and grandchildren to go fishing. There was an accident, but this one came in handy. In addition to the Chunhongniang, the remaining few people stood up and began to save people.

I only saw that there was no bleeding wound on this person. There was only a deep dark palm print on the back. Several fishermen did not know how to treat it. They just spread the wound on the palm print and pulled a piece of cloth to wrap it up.

Looking at the injured man's ragged clothes, he was already naked. The strong man called Chunhong to bring a basin of hot water. He wiped the injured man's body by himself, and changed a set of old clothes at home for him and covered him with a shabby quilt.

After finishing the work, Dongfang was already in the morning. Chunhong took out the hot food in the pot, put it on the table, and whispered, "Grandpa, Dad, Chunsheng, it's time to eat!"

"Eat!" As soon as the man waved his hand, an old man and a young man followed him to the dining table. The three men were really hungry. One of them picked up a nest head and devoured the wild vegetable soup.

"Chunsheng, tell my sister, what's going on?" Chunhong pointed to the person lying on the kang, pulled his brother's skirt, and asked quietly.

Chunsheng is a teenager who is about fourteen or fifteen years old, but his figure is like a young man of seventeen or seventeen or eight years old. He is solid and has a tiger head. When he hears his sister's question, he put down his nest and replied rudely, "Sister, my father and grandpa and I were going home to go fishing today, but as soon as we got back to the shore, the weather is getting hot. The son changed, the wind roared, the lightning and thundered. Fortunately, we got off our sail, otherwise, I don't know where it would be blown. At this time, Dad suddenly found a large ball of things floating from the sea. When the three of us looked carefully, it was a horse in his arms. The horse seemed to be dead, but the man breathed slightly, so we dragged this man back. Hey, sister, isn't it strange? Why is this sea? Run out of the man and the horse?" After Chunsheng finished speaking, he asked strangely.

"Children's home is rare and strange. What's so strange about this?" The strong man swallowed his last mouthful and said angrily, "Maybe the rider accidentally fell into the sea by himself and then washed up by the sea!" The strong man's name is Lu Dazhu. He has a purple begonia-colored face, burly and tall, and a square face gives people a feeling of loyalty and truth.

"You're talking nonsense. Don't you see that this young man has a palm injury? I think it was thrown into the sea after being injured!" The old man refuted that the old man was Lu Dazhu's father and Lu Chunsheng's grandfather, named Lu Laogen. He was dry and thin, and lived on the sea for many years, leaving knife-like wrinkles on his face.

"What's wrong with that dead horse?" Chunsheng asked his grandfather unconvincedly.

"This..." The old man hesitated when asked by his grandson.

"Well, maybe the horse saw its owner injured and fell into the sea, so he also went to the sea to save his own!" Chunhong guessed.

"Don't worry about it. You've been tired all day. Take a rest and see how the young man will be tomorrow?" Chun Hongniang said as she put away the bowls and chopsticks.

"Mom, you can also take a rest. I'll do it!" Chunhong took the dishes and chopsticks from her mother's hand and washed them on the stove. She also took the opportunity to peek at the young man on the kang and thought to herself that this young man was really handsome! Thinking about it, a wisp of crimson quietly hit his face.