Chapter 177 6

East of Yuncheng, under Meishan, Lao Chenzhuang.

It was another night of wind and snow. The north wind blew tightly, rolled up the snow grains all over the sky, and slapped fiercely on the two broken door panels of the farmer's house. The wind roared, the paper windows rustled, and the people in the room had been asleep for a long time.

There is no spark in the stove, the earth kang is cold, and there is silver frost on the four walls. The room is as cold as an ice cellar, as if all living things are dead. However, if you look carefully, you will find that the broken quilt on the earth kang is still warm, people are shrinking in the quilt, and the nostrils are the vitality of living people.

It's so cold. I don't know if these people will have nightmares!

The next morning, the snow stopped.

The foot of Meishan Mountain was covered with thick snow, which had not passed people's knees for a long time. The mountain road leading to Zhuangzi was also blocked by heavy snow. The trees barely exposed their heads, breathing desperately, trembling, and enjoying the caress of the sun.

The air in the mountains is very cold, but it's better to be alive than anything else, and so are the trees.

When the sun came out, the darkness faded, a gust of east wind blew, snowflakes floated up, and the cold air in the mountains gushed out and went straight over Lao Chenzhuang.

At this moment, Lao Chenzhuang has long been lost in the snowy sea. He can't tell where the road is or the roof of others.

There was only one black hole on the snow. A moment later, a head appeared in the black hole. It was a twelve or three-year-old child. He was a survivor of the old Chen Zhuang, surnamed Chen, and his name was Erwa.

"Child, how's it going outside?" Someone asked in the cave.

"Dad, the village is gone, our family went underground," the second child replied.

"Well, is there anyone else on the ground, just like our family, who digs a hole in the roof." The father of the second baby continued to ask him.

"Let me see, hold me high." The second child stretched out his arm from the hole with all his strength. The cold air made his nose red.

After the second child climbed out of the hole, he came to the snow, stood up and looked around, and found that Lao Chen Zhuang was at his feet. Looking around, it was as flat as a grindstone, not even a ghost. He stomped hard with his feet a few times and found that the snow was as hard as a piece of dirt.

"Ah...is there anyone?" The second child shouted at the top of his voice, and the crisp voice reached far away. The aftert aftertness echoed in Meishan Mountain and dissipated for a long time.

"Don't scream. Dad will give you a rope and a wooden stick. The knots have been knotted. Find a place to insert it, and then call your father and mother, and we will climb up."

"Wait, take the remaining cold steamed buns with you, or what to eat on the way!" Father Chen's Hun's family reminded him.

"Ah, yes, yes, thanks to Shuying's thoughtful thinking, otherwise you will have to climb down again."

"Look at your stupidity. By the way, do you want to take the bedding of the head of the house with you? Look at this cold weather. What should I do if it snows on the way?"

"Ok, okay, you can take whatever you want. I'll climb up first. You put the one you want to take away at the end of the rope, and I'll just drag it up."

"It's all up to you, okay, ask the child if it's inserted well"

"Good"

Dad Chen raised his head and shouted outside the entrance of the cave, "Child, have you inserted it?"

The second child held a knot in his left hand and put the wooden stick in his right hand for a long time without finding the right place. It was not easy to insert it. It was still unstable and he was worried. Suddenly, he heard his father urging him below and quickly replied, "It's almost all right. Wait a while, it's almost there."

The second child looked left and right, and suddenly found that there was a bright light not far away. It flashed, and his curiosity was suddenly hooked up. He shouted, "Dad, mother, I saw something bright by the lake. I don't know what it is? I'll go and have a look!"

"Wait, what a bright thing? Be careful," Father Chen said worriedly.

But the second child didn't hear it. He had already thrown a rope and a wooden stick and flew to the east. After fifty steps, he came to the hillside of the lake. There was another tree that had not been submerged by heavy snow. Under the tree, he saw a snowy silver gun lying in the snow, with the head of the gun exposed, and the other end hidden under the snow. The sun flashed on the head of the gun, which was so beautiful.

"Ha, I picked up the baby!" Erwa happily took a few steps forward and bent down to drag the silver gun. Unexpectedly, the first drag did not move, and the second drag did not move. The third drag, because the whole person fell to the ground with too much force. There was a snowdrift in front of him, which collapsed in response, stirring up a high snow fog.

After the snow fog dispersed, the second baby got up from the ground and touched the silver gun buried in the snow. He was about to pull the silver gun buried in the snow. He slipped and fell to the ground and slammed into a person. The man was sitting under the tree, holding the silver gun in his hand. His face was blue and white. The Buddha is frozen.

"Ah, the dead!"

The second child was not stupid. As soon as he hit the man's body, he bounced up from the ground and ran away to the same road.

After two pillars of incense, the second child rescued his father and mother. The family was finally reunited. The second child took his father's arm and said, "Dad, a man died under the crooked neck tree by the lake, and he was still holding a silver gun in his hand. I was scared to death just now."

Father Chen knocked hard on the second baby's head and scolded, "I told you not to run around. You have to run. If you meet a jackal, your life will be explained. Who will you and your mother and I go to to save? And if you die, your mother and I will die. You are not allowed to run around in the future."

"I said, the head of the family, you don't want a fierce child. Come to my mother, let's eat steamed buns." Hunjia Shuying beckoned her son and gave her a cold steamed bun to the second child. The second child almost lost his teeth after taking a bite. He threw the steamed bun angrily and scolded, "This dead steamed bun actually bullied me!"

After saying that, he burst into tears.

When Shuying saw her son crying, she quickly walked over to coax him and said, "Don't cry. The steamed buns are frozen. There's no way. If you don't put it in the quilt, it may soften for a while. Don't cry, good boy, mother will tell you a story of Kong Rong and let the pear."

"No, I want that silver gun! I don't want any pears!"

"Ah, you child, you are really disobedient. You don't even listen to your mother's words." Father Chen tied the quilt and talked to him.

"I want that silver gun, Dad and mother, take me to get it. I can protect my parents with that gun."

Father Chen smiled and said, "With you, a hairy child, you don't even dare to kill chickens, and you dare to say to protect your parents. I think it's about the same if you want me to protect you."

"You look at people through the door. Who said that I dare not kill chickens? Our chickens have been gone for a long time. Where to kill chickens, and I can cultivate ten mu of land alone. Last year, it was not enough. My mother can testify. If you don't believe it, ask your mother!"

The second child threw the problem to his mother. When the mother saw that the father and son were always not serious, she made a decision, "Okay, okay, you all shut up. Do this later. When the owner finished bundling the bedding, she took the second child to the crooked neck tree to get the silver gun. After taking the gun, Let's go to Yuncheng County on the road. There should be a place to stay there. Let's do it."

"Oi, that's it. Come to the second child to tie the quilt for his father. After tying it, he will help you get the silver gun. Don't worry, you can't run away."

The second child burst into tears and laughed. He quickly ran over and picked up the cold steamed buns and nibbled them up, and then helped his father tie up the quilt.