Song Yuanhuanzhi

Chapter 247 Song Yi (Special Episode 2)

At the rally, Song Yi walked to the head of Dongxi Village with a small body and a pile of firewood.

All Song Yi could see was the excitement he had never seen before. Seeing someone carrying things, someone selling rice, soybeans, meat, etc. at a fixed location, he forced himself to look away and swallowed unconsciously.

Song Yi walked up to the aunt selling soybeans, tried her best to speak clearly, and said, "Auntie, can I exchange firewood for some beans?"

Seeing that Song Yi was a six or seven-year-old child, the aunt looked behind him. There was no adult, so she shifted her gaze to the bundle of firewood. Can those sticks that are no thicker than three fingers be called firewood?

The aunt waved her hand.

Song Yi walked away disappointed, he was not discouraged, he would go up and ask whenever he sold rice and other food along the way, the result was obvious, Song Yi failed and returned.

He chopped the firewood so hard, and now no one else will change it, so he can't just throw it away, and taking it back will save him from chopping firewood again.

On the way back, he saw a bullock cart slowly coming back from the mountain road. He didn't know where the other end of the road was, but he knew it was a good place because of the good things on the bullock cart. His eyes suddenly lit up.

Song Yi looked at the sky, it was already late, he could not leave the village anymore.

When Song Yi reached the foot of the mountain, he saw Liang Fukang who was busy at the door. Liang Fukang saw Song Yi and quickly called out, "Song Yi, haven't you replaced your firewood yet?"

Song Yi nodded: "Maybe my firewood is not good."

Liang Fukang sighed.

Song Yi suddenly pointed to the road that the bullock cart was passing just now, and asked, "Brother Fukang, where does that road go?"

Liang Fukang looked at the road and said, "Going to the town, do you want to go? Don't, it's too far away. I went there with my eldest brother during the Chinese New Year, and it would take two hours to walk! If you and I are so tall, I'm afraid it will take three hours."

Song Yi didn't have much idea about the word town, so he asked, "What is town?"

Liang Fukang thought of what he had seen last time, and then dictated it to Song Yi, "It is a place richer than Darongshu Village. The people there are better dressed than us, the food is delicious, and there are many things for sale... ..."

Song Yi listened for a while, then grasped that there were a lot of things for sale, and said, "Is it like today's rally?"

Liang Fukang thought for a while, and felt it was right to say so, and said, "It's almost the same, but there are more types of things, many of which I don't know, and neither does my eldest brother."

Liang Fukang thought of the embarrassment on his elder brother's face when he asked questions like his elder brother, and then covered his mouth and laughed.

Song Yi saw that Liang Fukang smiled, and he would look bad if he didn't smile, so he forced a smile on his gray face.

A dull, very mechanical smile.

Liang Fukang couldn't detect anything wrong, and he talked about the scenes he saw again. Song Yi just listened quietly, and he sketched out what he could imagine in his mind. If he couldn't, he So he tried his best to remember Liang Fukang's words, and when he experienced it himself, he would be able to understand the meaning of Liang Fukang's words.

night falls
Song Yi dragged his whole body exhausted into the house, his stomach was singing against the tune, but even so, he still held on and put the firewood under the eaves.

Song Yi Xie Li slumped on the ground, rubbing her stomach that was starting to ache from hunger.

After recovering a little strength, Song Yi really didn't want to move, but he couldn't stand the pain, so he got up on all fours, walked to the kitchen, scooped up half a bowl of water from the bucket, and drank it until he was full.

Song Yi put down the bowl, went into the room and lay down directly.

The next day, the morning light was faint.

Song Yi woke up from hunger early, and it was daylight, he sat motionless in the yard in a daze.

He focused his eyes on the bow and arrows that had accumulated dust, and then looked at the fishing nets beside him.

It was impossible to exchange firewood for food, so he had to find another way.

I don't know if the trap made by Dad is still useful, he is still young, he dare not go out, if he accidentally falls, no one will come up here, he will die.

He doesn't know how to fish with a fishing net, and...

Song Yi soaked the fishing net in the water, and he lifted it, but it was difficult for him to pull it.

Song Yi rubbed his stomach and began to sing empty city tricks again. He poured the remaining water into a bowl and drank it into his belly. Drinking water all the time was not a solution. He still had to eat, and now he was so hungry that stars were shining in front of his eyes.

Song Yi put the bowl on the stove, and with a small body carrying a bucket that reached her thighs, she walked out of the gate with a small body, and walked around the path to the other side to catch water from the stream.

Song Yi can't drink too much at a time, and it's not bad to have one-third of the water when he gets home.

Song Yi returned home and put down the bucket, took a bamboo basket and tied it to her back, and went to the stream to look for mountain crabs.

Mountain crabs are very hard. He found a small one just now, and it should be fine to roast and eat.

Song Yi endured the dizziness and went back to the creek where she scooped water.

Song Yi turned over one stone after another, grabbed the fallen leaves one by one, and the harvest was quite dismal.

Song Yi gritted his teeth, climbed up the slope and began to dig wild vegetables, but fortunately he still knew some wild vegetables.

He didn't have time to dig yesterday, so he was hungry last night and morning, and he had to pick more whatever he said today, and try to fill his stomach as much as possible when he went back.

Song Yi spent more than an hour picking most of the wild vegetables in bamboo baskets.

He was so hungry that he couldn't take it anymore, so he just randomly passed a piece of water by the stream and took it home to prepare to cook and eat.

The wild vegetables without salt and oil taste astringent and bitter, which is the best he can eat. Song Yi seems to have no sense of taste, so he just stuffs the wild vegetables into his mouth vigorously.

After eating and drinking, Song Yi went into the room to sleep again, his body did not eat enough, and he was hungry for a few meals, his dizziness could only be relieved by sleeping.

It's too late to wake up from sleep.

Song Yi mechanically got up and put on his shoes, walked to the door, and brushed back the yellow hair that had fallen on his forehead. Small branches, so that only the water goes down, and the small fish inside cannot go down, and the chances of him catching small fish will increase.

There are small fishes the size of a little finger in this creek, most people would not think about this small fish that is not enough to fit between teeth, but Song Yi really has nothing to eat, it seems that the only thing he can catch is this It's a small fish that people don't bother to catch.

I thought so and did so.

Song Yi picked up twigs from a bamboo basket, took off the worn out shoes, and carefully placed them on the bank where they could not touch the water. The little man just stepped into the water and began to insert small sticks one by one.

He did it very seriously, and he didn't go ashore until the time of the year.

The water where he was standing was not particularly deep. He rubbed his feet against each other and felt that the ice was not so cold before he started to put on his shoes and went back directly.

In the evening, he continued to eat wild vegetables, and he could try to catch fish tomorrow. If he still didn't get anything, he could only go to the town to have a look.

His eyes stopped on the bundle of firewood he pulled back yesterday, and he looked away numbly for an unknown amount of time.

His eyes had lost their light, and all that remained was numbness and dead silence.

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