Rise from eight hundred.

Chapter 662 Hard little stone
This is a sunny and sunny day!

The stone hid behind the stone on the hillside and almost greedily licked a piece of kraft paper.

His beloved Dahei is grazing on the hillside not far from the stone.

Shi Shi is only seven years old this year, but he is already the main labor force of the family. He can carry water for the family, and he can also go to the mountains to cut firewood alone, and then when the sun is high, he will carry a bundle of dry firewood and rush home to make a home for his sister. good meal.

It's not because the children of the poor are headed home early, no matter how poor the mountainous area is, the seven or eight-year-old children will only help the family with some farm work and housework that children can do.

But Shitou can't do it. His parents left him two years ago because they contracted a strange disease of diarrhea.

Because of the medical treatment, almost everything that could be sold in the family was sold, except for a stone house that could also shelter from the wind and rain. I left a five-year-old grandson, a one-year-old granddaughter and a cat to the stone’s 60-year-old grandfather. The female black sheep is the last property of the family that the middle-aged couple would rather die of illness than sell.

It's not that the black sheep can be fattened and eat meat, but that the ewes have milk, and Shi Shi's weak and sick little sister can't eat coarse grains. Without goat milk, the little girl will starve to death.

The middle-aged couple chose to exchange their own lives for the life of their daughter.

The old man who is over [-] can only watch his son and daughter-in-law die from illness, and he has to take on the responsibility of raising two young grandchildren.

Fortunately, the children of the poor are in charge of the family early, but although the five-year-old Shitou is still so small, he is far more mature and sensible than children of the same age. In just one year, he can do almost all the things that adults can do, except for those heavy physical work .

Although the villagers are also very poor, they do their best to lend a helping hand. Finally, the family has not completely collapsed.

Shitou’s little sister had goat’s milk and survived two winters. Although she was still in poor health, whenever she wore a pigtail and wiped Shitou’s sweat when she came back carrying firewood, she gave a babyish voice. When he said: "Brother, you are tired, take a break!", the child who had taken on the burden of life that he shouldn't have at his age felt that it was all worth it.

His biggest dream is that his grandpa and little sister can be happy every day. Seeing them laughing, he won't be afraid of any peeling on his immature shoulders. .

This late autumn, Dahei was already pregnant, and Shitou looked forward to Dahei's ability to give birth to a lamb, and then waited for the lamb to grow up and sell it to Aunt Zhou at the west end of the village.

With the money I exchanged, I pulled some cloth for my grandpa to make clothes, yes, I also need to make a pair of shoes. Grandpa’s cloth shoes are already rotten, and they have been tied with straw rope for the past two months. Separation;
I have to buy another red-headed rope for my younger sister. The younger sister’s shofar braids are all tied with thin grass ropes made of golden thread. The only one in the village who has read, Mr. Zhao, told a story when he told a story that in ancient times, when selling girls They were all planted with grass on their heads. After hearing this, the little girl cried worriedly for several nights.

She was not afraid that the straw rope would not look good, but that her grandfather and brother would not want her.

Shitou is very sad, and must earn enough money to buy a headband for the younger sister, so that she will not worry so much.

This is Stone's biggest dream after entering autumn, but the dream was shattered by sudden changes.

Two days ago, teams of uncles in military uniforms with guns on their backs appeared, and they told the villagers that the Japanese were coming, and they told them to pack up their things and hide in the deeper mountains.

Shi Shi had never read a book at all, and the farthest place he went was the town six kilometers away. It was when he took Dahei up the mountain to graze that he shot a pheasant with bright feathers with a slingshot. Naturally, the whole family Reluctant to eat, the six or seven-year-old boy took it to the town to exchange for a small bag of salt.

That was the farthest he had traveled. Naturally, the mountain village children had no idea what kind of creatures the Japanese were.

Not to mention stones, even those uncles and aunts, there are a lot of things that I don't know.

Fortunately, there is an Uncle Zhao in the village who has studied for several years. According to his description, the Japanese are descendants of Japanese pirates who plundered the coast hundreds of years ago.

People in the village have heard about the story of Qi Jiguang's fight against the Japanese for decades. When they heard that the descendants of these bandits had broken into the interior, they were of course afraid.

At least half of the people, with their families, went to relatives in the mountains farther away.

But there are still some people who choose to stay, basically they are old people, firstly they want to watch the door, and secondly, it is winter now, letting them eat and sleep in the mountains is undoubtedly seeking their own death.

And the Shitou family, old and young, had nowhere to go, so they had no choice but to stay.

Seeing this situation, the uncle who led the troops had no choice but to ask the villagers who were still in Qinglongling Village not to go down the mountain, so as not to be seen by the Japanese soldiers who might enter the mountain.

The old people did not leave, and the soldiers and uncles did not use force to drive them away, which was also determined by the special terrain of the Qinglong collar.

The reason why Qinglongling has this name is because it is the first section of Qinglong Mountain, known as the head of Qinglong Mountain. The Shuangxi River turns here and merges into Wuliang River. If you stand at the highest point of Qinglong Mountain Looking at it, it looks like a green dragon laying down its head to draw water here.

The side of Qinglong facing the water is a cliff more than 30 meters high, and the other side is a rocky slope with strange rocks and countless vines and shrubs. Able to walk the path of mules and horses.

Villagers have to walk hundreds of meters of rugged mountain roads to plant crops or carry water, which is extremely inconvenient.

It stands to reason that this place is not particularly suitable for human habitation, and it is most reasonable to move to the foot of the mountain.

But the ancestors of Qinglongling chose to live on the inconvenient mountain because they had their wisdom in life. The most feared thing in the mountain is not wolves, tigers and leopards, but natural disasters.

There is a mountain stream with a width of several meters that provides the water necessary for human survival, but this mountain stream that brings water and fat fish to the mountain people may bring disasters in summer, once the rain is abundant When mountain torrents erupt, huge waves can rise from the plains, and there are no houses left.

Moreover, if you choose to live on the mountain, you can also use the terrain to block robbers from looting.

There are mostly stone houses in the mountains, and there are also stone walls. As long as the bandits are not impatient and organize young and strong to guard against danger, they can basically be repelled.

Such a mountain village, which is almost remnant of the world, can hardly be found unless it is observed closely.

Therefore, the sergeant who was ordered by Leng Feng to urge the villagers to evacuate did not use guns to force the remaining dozens of people to leave, but strictly ordered them not to go down the mountain and not to light a fire for cooking for a few days.

Shitou liked the uncle who led the team up the mountain very much, although he had a cold face and almost never smiled.

But Shi Shi could clearly feel the gleam in his eyes when he heard his name, and when he touched his head, the palm of his hand was very warm, with a kind of warmth like a long-lost father.

Of course, what Shi Shi can't deny is that the reason why he likes the uncle is because the uncle gave him a piece of candy, one was wrapped in kraft paper, and at first glance, he had hidden a toffee in his purse for an unknown amount of time.

Shi Shi had never eaten candy, and of course he didn't know what toffee was. The uncle told him that.

"This is the toffee my brother left me, here it is, Shitou!" Shitou always remembered the way the uncle looked at the toffee and himself with pity.

"What about your brother?" Shito asked the uncle subconsciously.

"He's dead!" The uncle gently rubbed Shitou's head, looking at the sky. "However, he is good. He didn't embarrass my Leng family."

Although he couldn't see the uncle's face, Shi Shi knew that he was crying.

He looked up to the sky, but the tears still flowed down his cheeks, rolling down on Shi Shi's little head, hot!

However, what Shitou didn't know was that the uncle Leng in front of him hadn't shed tears for a long time.

Until today, I saw this child with the same name as his younger brother, who also carried the burden of the family and walked hard.

The memories that have been forcibly sealed up poured out like a tide and burned the strong Chinese soldiers, who could no longer restrain their sadness.

yes!He missed his younger brother, the boy who stubbornly picked up a gun and wanted to avenge his family, he was so young.

Although the small stone in front of him is not his stone, they all have exactly the same characteristics, and they are willing to give everything for their family.

Shi Shi knew the sadness of the cold-faced uncle, and knew that his younger brother died fighting the Japanese bandits. He wiped away the tears for the uncle with his small hands clumsily, and told the cold-faced uncle in a slightly immature voice that when he grew up, he would help him. He beat Japanese bandits.

The cold-faced uncle smiled. It was the first time Shitou saw him smile after seeing the cold-faced uncle for so long.

He was very happy.

The cold-faced uncle likes Shitou very much, and Shitou is very grateful to him. The uncle not only gave him candy that made the younger sister smile like a mountain flower, but also gave him a few big cakes. Grandpa and younger sister will not be hungry for at least these two days Stomach.

As for him, he only needs a piece of cake mixed with a few sips of cold water to deal with him for two days. Stone has experience in this regard.

It's just that a person can survive for a few days by starving, but a pregnant Dahei can't.

The winter hay prepared for it could not satisfy Dahei's appetite at all, and Dahei, who knew that he was going to be a mother, bleated at home every day, and the look of praying to Shishi almost broke Shishi's heart.

Shi Shi knew that Dahei needed green grass, otherwise the little lamb in his belly would be lost.

Grandpa's new clothes are gone, and the hair rope that my younger sister has been hoping for for a year is gone. Maybe Dahei will die too.

Dahei is the little sister's nanny, and both parents are dying of illness and are not willing to sell it. It is the fourth member of Shitou's family, and the whole village knows it.

Therefore, in this afternoon, Shitou did not listen to the warning of the soldier uncle who hurried over last night, and secretly took Dahei down the mountain to the sunny hillside opposite the village, where there was a small amount of green grass that Dahei could eat. full.

Then, the big black sheep, which was burying its head in the grass, suddenly raised its head and bleated in a panic.

Happiness licked the kraft paper stone and poked his head out, and saw a dozen guys in yellow military uniforms with guns running from three directions.

Stone's breathing stopped suddenly!
The kraft paper slipped from his hands.

That is, Japanese bandits!
(End of this chapter)