The Great Enlightenment

noon.

There was a rustling sound under the dilapidated wooden bed, and there was a harsh "creak" sound from time to time.

Mrs Wang lowered her body and rolled up the worn sleeves of the cloth on her arms, making her more hunched over.

"Go! Go!" With a sparse broom in her hand, she patted the mice at the bottom of the bed.

"squeak!"

After finally driving the mouse out of the house, Mr. Wang breathed a sigh of relief and put down the broom, but suddenly smelled a burning smell in his nose.

She frowned slightly, her already wrinkled face wrinkled even more, and said anxiously, "Just look at them and forget about the meal!"

Immediately, he walked into the house in three steps and two steps, and without ignoring the heat, he lifted the lid of the iron pot.

In the small corner of the wooden house, the few bottles of salt and pickles were neatly placed, and there was a low stove next to it, and the smell of burning wafted from the iron pot on it.

Wang hurriedly took a rag and put it on his hand, and took the iron pot off the stove. Only then did he get free and blew his already red fingers a few times.

She poured out a large bowl of rice, and when she saw that only a small part of the bottom of the pot was mushy, her brows relaxed slightly.

"Mother, I'm back," a boy about eight or nine years old walked into the wooden house with a happy face, holding a small piece of raw meat tied with a rope in his hand, "Today I'll go hunting with Uncle Zhang and the others, and help them We fought, and finally got a small piece of deer meat!"

Wang shi looked at the boy with pity, put a big bowl of rice in his hand on the wooden table, and smiled: "Follow me out hunting, are you tired? Are you injured? Although Uncle Zhang and the others take care of you, but Also, be careful, drink this bowl of rice, you are growing up now, eat more."

The boy's eyes were sharp, and he saw Wang's red fingers at a glance, and he was a little anxious, and said, "Mother, what's wrong with your hand?"

Wang Shi shook his head and said, "It's just hot, it's alright, you have to eat quickly, eat more food to grow stronger."

The big bowl was almost full of clear soup, with only six or seven vegetable leaves floating on it. The vegetable leaves were extravagantly mixed with two pieces of fat and thin meat. The boy smelled the meat and almost drooled.

Just as he picked up the big bowl and was about to eat it, the boy seemed to have thought of something, blinked and said, "Mother, eat these two pieces of meat, I won't eat it."

While scraping the bottom of the paste in the pot and putting it into his own bowl, Mrs Wang shook her head and smiled: "Mother just ate it, I ate a few pieces of meat, the rest is a little paste, I just made do with it. Eat some more, but it would be a waste to lose it.”

The boy glanced at Mrs. Wang, lowered his head, raised the bowl, and ate silently.

Wang was a hard-working orphan. After giving birth to a boy Xiaofu, her husband-in-law died in the mountains while hunting.

In this small village at the corner of the Qingluan Mountains, the absence of men means that there is no food source. After all, this small area is barren and barren, and nothing can be grown. The food source of the whole village is only a small mountain at the edge of the village. Just an ordinary beast.

Strange to say, there are many mountains around the Qingluan Mountains. This small peak on the edge has been eaten by the village for so many years, and all kinds of beasts have never been reduced, but more and more.

People think that it is the blessing of the mountain god, but this small mountain is also an unnamed mountain, so every household in the village has a mountain god statue, which is called the nameless mountain god, and is extremely revered and pious.

By doing laundry for other people's homes and serving as servants for slightly wealthier families, Wang managed to drag Xiao Fu to nine years old. Although he was not yet forty years old, due to the devastation of these years, it seemed that he had already An old woman in general.

Xiaofu is also a sensible child. Since he was a child, he has known to help his hard-working mother to share the housework. When he was a little older, he clamored to follow the village's hunter team into the mountains to hunt.

Wang couldn't, so he could only lead Brother Zhang next door to take him. Xiaofu was also very good, very discerning. Every time he went out, he was the most diligent one, and everyone in the village was full of praise for him.

Therefore, although Xiao Fu is only nine years old, he can bring back a piece or two of animal meat from time to time to improve his meals.

He finished the meal, but there was a slightly larger piece of meat left at the bottom of the bowl, and shouted, "Mother, I'm full."

Looking at the piece of meat at the bottom of the bowl, Mr. Wang shook his head slightly and said with a smile, "Okay."

Silently packed up the tableware and put the remaining piece of meat in the dilapidated cupboard.

"It's time to worship the mountain god statue."

After cleaning up, Mrs. Wang took Xiaofu and knelt down in front of the statue of Wuming Mountain, and kowtowed a few times respectfully.

Xiaofu, as always, after kowtowing, when he raised his head, he subconsciously glanced at the pitch-black statue of the mountain god.

The statue of the mountain god was made by everyone in the village a long time ago. It was carved from ebony and simply painted.

Xiaofu suddenly trembled fiercely in his heart, his scalp was numb, and an extremely frightening feeling hit, but this feeling came and went quickly.

He took a closer look at the mountain god statue that he worshipped every day, and found nothing out of the ordinary. Xiaofu couldn't help but feel a little dazed.

"Xiao Fu? What's wrong?" Wang Shi's wrinkled face was full of concern.

Xiaofu felt a pain in his heart, his mother is not yet forty years old!

I only eat two meals a day, except for green vegetables, which are wild vegetables, and I have to do so much hard work, and my aging is too fast.

Thinking of this, he couldn't help but blurt out what he was thinking: "Mother, I want to grow up quickly, I can hunt by myself, and use animal skins to make clothes for you, so that you can eat meat every day! I have to go out of the village and go to rumors. In the ancient city of Taichu, build a house and take my mother to enjoy happiness!"

The mountain roads here are extremely difficult and dangerous. For this small and closed village, the magnificent Taichu Ancient City, which is only a few hundred kilometers away, is as far away as legends.

Gently touching Xiaofu's head, Mrs. Wang just smiled, but she muttered in her heart, Xiaofu, when you grow up, your mother will be old.

When it was ugly late at night, the village was extraordinarily quiet.

Occasionally, a few dog barks came, disturbing the dream.

When Xiao Fu was half asleep and half awake, his eyes were wet, and his heart ached unknowingly.

Shaking his head, he sat up, wiped the corners of his eyes, looked around through the moonlight, and asked himself in confusion, "Where's your mother?"

The wooden house is not big, with only a dilapidated wooden bed, which can squeeze two people.

The night in the late autumn was freezing to the bone, and the Wang family always let Xiaofu sleep inside, while he slept outside, so as to make Xiaofu a little warmer.

Xiaofu looked at the almost soaked pillow, and couldn't help but wonder: "Why did I shed so many tears in my dreams? Mother, where are you?"

Put on a worn cotton-padded coat, open the wooden door, and a cold wind from the cold night poured down like ice water.

Xiaofu shuddered fiercely, but instead of closing the door, he stuck his head out of the door and whispered, "Mother?"

In the middle of the night, where can my mother go? Even if you go to the toilet, after going for so long, should you come back?

Standing dumbfounded at the door, the bone-piercing cold wind was blowing, Xiaofu shivered, but he was even more worried in his heart.

The nine-year-old child, because his family is poor, has already understood many things early.

Suddenly aware of a sense of peeping behind him, Xiaofu turned his head sharply, but what he saw was still the dilapidated wooden bed on the four walls of the family and the iron pot and cupboard in the corner.

On the edge of the broken wooden bed was a pair of cloth shoes that were more than half sewn. The stitches were dense and extremely tight. They were the two thick cloths and soles that Wang had saved for a long time to sew winter cloth shoes for Xiaofu.

The sense of peeping is getting stronger!

Xiaofu's scalp exploded and he felt numb, but he couldn't find the source of his sense of peeping at all!

Sweeping through the wooden house again, the simple decoration is still the same as usual, only the mountain god statue...

and many more! Mountain statue!

On that pitch-black face, two red and green painted eyes seemed to come alive, and they were staring at him fiercely with resentful eyes!

"what!"

Xiaofu Tianling trembled, and the urge to urinate poured out of his body, disregarding the cold in the middle of the night, he rushed out the door!

For a while in a trance, the scene was still vaguely familiar.

Didn't he run out of the door and onto the street in the village? Why are you back in the house?

After all, Xiao Fu is only nine years old. No matter how sensible he is, after being scared, his sanity has a little sign of collapse.

He stayed on the spot in a daze, just staring at the ferocious mountain god statue with a look of resentment on his face.

Suddenly, the big mouth of the mountain god statue opened between twists.

clap clap.

Spit out a pile of snow-white bones.

Xiaofu looked at the pile of bones, his eyes still blank, until he saw a gap in one of the bones of his hand.

The little finger of his mother's left hand was missing a small piece of bone.

It was a small finger that was accidentally broken by Niang when she was washing clothes at the village chief's house the year before last, leaving an old wound.

There was gradually a focus in his eyes, and a heart-piercing cry resounded through the silent night sky.

"mother!"

After a while, the sound in the wooden house stopped abruptly.

After a while, the sound of chewing gradually came from the wooden house, which was extremely terrifying.

The strange thing is that the whole village is like a dead village, and there is no sound.