Bai Banban felt very depressed.
Why can't Lao Bai's family save any money for so many years? They have been living a tight life.
When he was seven or eight years old, his family received help from descendants of his great-grandfather's brothers, Baibazi.
The Baibazi brothers and their great-grandfather took the imperial examination together, but their great-grandfather failed, and the Baibazi brothers became a family in high school. When he was a child, he followed his grandmother to visit Qiufeng. They gave him one hundred and fifty taels of silver, clothes, food, gold utensils and silver jewelry, and hired a car before leaving.
Lao Bai's family bought a good field with one hundred and fifty taels of silver brought in by the autumn wind. The harvest in the field was excellent every year. They sold a lot of money to build a big yard and build a big house, and their life was full of vitality.
Unexpectedly, just a few years after the good times, the descendants of the brothers were in trouble. The men were exiled and beheaded, and the women were sold into slavery and prostitution.
The Lao Bai family is not that kind of ungrateful people. In order to save the people who are still alive in distress, they sold their land for all the family property.
After this incident, Lao Bai's family returned to a state of abject poverty.
Never got up again.
Only the family's large yard and several blue-tiled houses can still see the prosperity of those years.
The white wooden board walked along the road to the door, wading through the thick snow, thinking as I walked.
Unknowingly, I wandered to the riverside at the end of the village.
This is the river where Bai Erzhuang, Bai Zhaomei and Dalang Sanlang fished for fish.
The people in the village were greedy when they saw the big fish caught by the Bai family. In those days, people broke through the ice every day to catch fish, but they found nothing. They didn't stop until someone fell into the hole in the ice.
The smashed holes in the river quickly formed new ice, and the ice shone dazzlingly in the setting sun.
He would never break holes in the ice to catch fish by himself again. He didn't believe that he would be as lucky as last time twice.
Looking around the white wooden board, one can see the vast white river bank covered with snow. Large areas of withered and yellow reeds are tilted in the wind under the setting sun, and clusters of snow-white reed flowers are blown away.
He walked towards the reed swamp, intending to pull out some reed strips and reed flowers and make double-haired nests for his youngest son and three grandsons.
Of course, the little girl is also indispensable.
Maowo is a popular shoe in villages in the Nanguan Mountains in winter. The villagers were too poor to wear cotton shoes, so Maowo was invented as a substitute for cotton shoes.
The bottom is a clog, the top is woven with reeds and reeds. It does not slip or get your feet wet when walking in the snow. It is as warm as cotton shoes.
The key is that the material is easier to obtain than cotton, and you can just pick it up from the reeds by the river.
The white board has a good hand-weaving skill, and many people in the village have learned it from him.
He felt very uncomfortable when he thought of the second daughter-in-law complaining that San Lang had no new clothes to wear. As a grandfather, he couldn't afford new clothes, so he would knit a pair of warm fur nests for his grandson.
"Gu Gu Gu Gu Gu..."
Just as I reached out to pluck the reed flowers on the white wooden board, there was a sound not far from the reeds ahead.
He let go of his hand and took a few steps deeper into the reed marsh.
A pheasant jumped out, with colorful feathers.
The white wooden board's eyes lit up.
He walks through the reeds every winter, and this is the first time he encounters a pheasant.
He bent down and picked up a stone behind him, then raised his hand and threw it at the pheasant in front of him.
The pheasant was frightened by the falling stone and panicked. The reeds were too dense and there were a few willow trees here and there. The pheasant whirled around in a circle, hit its head on a big willow tree, and fainted.
The white board was so happy that this stupid chicken was actually hit by him.
Pick up the pheasant and tie a reed to its feet.
Just as he tied the reed into a knot, there was another sound not far away.
"Gu Gu Gu Gu Gu..."
"Oh oh oh oh..."
Three or four pheasants fluttered quickly in the reeds.
The white wooden board's eyes widened in shock.
It must have been the stone he just threw that startled the other pheasants in the nest, and they started to pounce together.
The white board continued to pick up stones and throw them at the pheasants. Unexpectedly, the pheasants did not respond at all. They pretended to be blind and pounced straight into the big willow tree. Then they all fainted and died in the reeds.
One wave just subsided, and another wave rose. Before these few pheasants had time to pick them up, several more pheasants followed behind and swooped against the big willow tree.
The white wooden board was stunned and frightened. He clasped his hands and shouted to God.
This is all free meat!
The last time he was in this river, the image of the big carp jumping on him had not faded away. Another wave of silly pheasants hit the tree in front of his eyes. After being knocked unconscious, they overlapped with the previous wave.
After waiting for a while, no other silly pheasants appeared, and the white board began to move forward to pick up the "trophies".
Good guy!
The white board counted at least ten pheasants.
It was unbelievable. He had grown up in Shenshu Village since he was a child. Not to mention the reed marshes by the river in the village, or the reed marshes in other mountain villages, or even on the mountains, he had never seen or heard of anyone arresting so many people at once. Many pheasants.
Not to mention Lao Bai's family, they have always had bad luck. His grandparents have never picked up a pheasant feather.
The key point is that this pheasant was not hunted with all the hard work, but the pheasant forced it to come to the door without him having to do anything.
No one has this luck.
Thanks to the little girl, if he hadn't been worried about the little girl's full moon wine, he wouldn't have been able to go out to relax, let alone the blind cat bumping into a dead mouse and encountering so many pheasants.
The white board put the credit on Xiao Fuyuan's head.
The white board happily pulled the reeds and tied the chicken up. Just as he was about to turn around and leave the reed swamp, he suddenly found a pile of eggs not far ahead.
Wild eggs!
He counted thirty pieces in total.
This harvest is a blessing from heaven.
In the Bai family yard, Xie Chuntao cooks and Bai Sanzhuang helps light the fire.
When the white wooden board appeared at the door of the kitchen, Xie Chuntao and Bai Sanzhuang shouted in surprise.
Mrs. Zhen, the old lady of Bai, and Mr. Bai Erzhuang were led to the yard by exclaiming. When they saw the funny shape of the white wooden boards, they were all shocked from ear to ear.
I saw pheasants strung together with reeds on a white wooden board and hung around their necks, with one panting in their arms. My belly is bulging, I don’t know what it is filled with.
"What's that? Boss, wife, hurry up and bring a basin. I'm carrying wild eggs in my arms. I'm exhausted from the journey." The white board was full of joy and told Xie Chuntao, who was chopping vegetables in the kitchen, to get a basin and put the wild eggs in it.
He was very tired along the way. He was afraid that the pheasants would break, so he carefully carried them in his arms. He couldn't spare his hands to hold so many pheasants, so he had to hang them around his neck. After the snow accumulated on the road, he walked home step by step.
With quick eyes and quick hands, Mrs. Bai walked to the white wooden board, untied the pheasant and threw it in the yard.
There were so many pheasants, all of them plump and shiny. This was the first time for the Bai family to see such pheasants.
"Where did so many pheasants come from?" Old Mrs. Bai asked.
"I picked it up from the reed swamp." He unloaded the eggs on the white wooden board with a relaxed look on his face.
"Can you pick up so many chickens from the reed swamp? Dad must be lying." Bai Sanzhuang stood at the door of the kitchen with a look of disbelief.
Bai Erzhuang also felt that his father was joking.
"You brat, why did I lie to you? They were really picked up. As soon as I arrived in the reed marsh, these chickens were knocked unconscious in front of my eyes one by one. I couldn't stop them." The white wooden board described it truthfully.
Bai Erzhuang and Bai Sanzhuang looked at each other, still not convinced, thinking this was too incredible. In my lifetime, I have never heard of the story of pheasant’s self-sacrifice.
I don’t blame them, because they have never experienced the scene of fishing in the river and diving straight into their arms.
Mrs. Bai, Mrs. Zhen and others were very calm. They had experienced the fishing incident and no longer had any doubts about the pheasant being knocked unconscious in front of them.
But I still think this is incredible. This is the second time that Lao Bai's family has been lucky since Xiao Fuyuan came to the house.
