The prince is very fierce

The warm winter sun shines in the canyon, and the river surface is sparkling. In the gentle pools, the pebbles on the bottom of the water are clearly visible, making people unable to even feel the existence of water. Throwing dead leaves into the water seems to be suspended in mid-air, only at the bottom of the water. Leaving behind a piece of privacy is a shadow that can clearly see the context.

If the water is clear, there will be no fish!

Xu Buling stood on the shore with his hands on his hips, a look of helplessness on his face. The water view in front of him was beautiful and refreshing, but this was obviously not what he wanted to see. With such clear water, it’s unclear whether fish can be seen in summer, let alone in the coldest month of winter.

However, fish don’t come and go in autumn. No matter how cold the weather is, there will always be some, but it’s just hard to find them. When Xu Buring was in Chang'an City, he often went fishing at the waterside pavilion in Qujiang Pond to pass the time. He was considered a half-fisherman and knew nothing about it.

When fishing in winter, pay attention to "fishing quietly but not fishing". Fish like to stay in places with gentle water flow. The temperature is too low and they are unwilling to move. There must be bunkers around to avoid being attacked by natural enemies. Most of them are hidden in caves or under big rocks.

Xu Buring walked slowly by the water with his sword in hand, paying careful attention to the movements in the river. He walked for two miles, and during the process he found a flat stone placed diagonally by the river, with a small stone next to it as a The stool should be where the little village girl usually washes her clothes.

A trail extends from the river to the depths of Peach Blossom Valley. After walking through it many times, the trail has been smoothed out. There is also a crooked path next to it. You can vaguely see a few plum blossom footprints, which should have been stepped by the little black dog. of.

Just by looking at these traces, one can imagine that in a deep mountain valley, a woman holding a wooden basin is walking through a path with long grass and warblers, and the dog next to her is wagging its tail and circling around. Since the little village girl just now, His tone and demeanor were guessing, and he would probably also give a few words like "What are you doing! Be honest and don't run around...".

Xu Buling looked at the isolated canyon surrounded by mountains, and was a little curious about how a woman's family could survive in such an extremely lonely situation. It was Manzhi, in this canyon where there was no sound of wind. Just wait, I'm afraid I'll go crazy in less than three days.

After searching along the river for a long time, I finally found a relatively deep pool in the river. There were gaps under some boulders next to the pool. It was probably the only place where fish could be hidden.

Xu Buling stopped, took off his boots, tied the hem of his robe around his waist, entered the cold river water, pulled out the sword Shangchun Qingye had given him, and began to slowly grope under the boulder...——

Outside the fence, hundreds of saplings are neatly arranged. The saplings near the fence are already shoulder-high, and their bare branches are covered with layers of snowflakes. They are already considered small trees. The outermost row is knee-high saplings, which look great in winter. They look like small branches stuck in the ground; and the latest row is just dug holes, obviously prepared in advance for planting trees in spring.

Hundreds of saplings are arranged in a straight line, no matter whether you look at it from front to back, left or right, and there is no misalignment in the slightest. But at this time, among the neat saplings, there was a straight knife inserted in the ground. The scabbard was bamboo green. From a distance, it looked like one of the hundreds of saplings had grown crookedly.

Xiaocun held a hoe and dug a small hole in the frozen mud. He was not very strong and was digging very slowly. Every time he dug a few times, he would turn his head to look at the straight knife inserted in the nursery. .

It's not because I have any interest in knives or outsiders, it's just that it feels very awkward and an eyesore. Just like the thousands of white stone floor tiles in the square, one of them is made of bluestone. The more you look at it, the more uncomfortable it becomes. You can't help but want to take out the wrong-color tile and replace it with the same one.

There is silence in the canyon, not even the chirping of birds in winter, like an eternal ink painting. And that straight knife that suddenly appeared was like an ink dot stained on the spotless painting.

The little village girl dug for a while, then stopped with a slight breath. Maybe she couldn't bear it anymore. She leaned the hoe against the peach tree, trotted to the straight knife, took out a handkerchief from her arms and wrapped it in her hand. He pulled out the straight knife and buried it, but just as he stretched out his hand, he looked in the direction where the outsider left.

What if that person really comes back...

The little village girl stood next to the straight knife and thought for a moment, then put away her skirt and squatted down to collect the snow under the peach tree. After a long time, she built a big snowman.

The snowman was as high as a straight knife. After the little village girl finished heaping it, she warmed her cold red hands and ran back to the hoe. She took a closer look at the height difference. She could see over the top of the snowman's head as high as a knife and see what was behind. The half hilt is even more abrupt.

"..."

The little village girl's eyes were obviously angry. She ran to the snowman again and piled a hair crown on top of the snowman's head. It was a tasseled crown common among children of aristocratic families.

The 'clothes and crown' were integrated, and the hair crown alone didn't look right, so I used my fingers to draw a sloping collar and belt on the snowman's body.

After finishing the work, the little village girl ran back to the hoe again and took a closer look. The snowman and the snow blended into one, the peach forest was neat and tidy, and finally the unsightly knife could not be seen.

The little village girl smiled with satisfaction and picked up the hoe again...——

The sun and the moon go by, and the morning light turns into the sunset.

On the path in the forest, Xu Buring was carrying a Qingfeng long sword on his shoulder. There was a strip of cloth hanging on the top of the scabbard. Under the strip of cloth, there were seven fish with unknown names. The fish needed to be fattened for the winter, so they were quite fat. They had been killed by the river, their internal organs removed, and they were washed clean.

After working in the river for a whole day, I only caught seven big fish. It took more effort than dealing with Situ Yuejin and Chen Daozi. However, in this winter, I still had a good harvest, and I felt a sense of accomplishment.

"Woof woof"

Just as he walked far away from the house, a dog barked. Within a moment, the little black dog that had been knocked unconscious in the early morning rushed out fiercely. When he saw Xu Buling walking over, he was a little dazed for a moment, and then quickly pinched him. He ran back with his tail on his tail.

Xu Buling said sorry secretly in his heart and walked into the forest full of peach trees. When he looked up, he saw the drunken bamboo knife stuck in place and a big snowman beside him.

"Huh?"

Xu Buling was stunned for a moment, then walked up to him and looked at it carefully. The snowman was very delicately built, with round sides that were symmetrical. Everything from the hair crown to the boots was meticulous. It was obvious that a lot of thought had been put into it.

Looking at his attire, the long robe and jade belt with a vertical crown, it looks somewhat similar to him...

What's the meaning?

Xu Buling blinked, feeling a little flattered for a moment.

He didn't have much contact with the little village girl, and her personality was a little weird. Xu Buling couldn't figure out why he was piled into a snowman and put here. However, this behavior seemed to him to be well-intentioned, well... ...a simple and kind-hearted village girl.

Xu Bu Ling raised a smile at the corner of his mouth, thought for a moment, put a smile on the snowman's face, and then walked into the fenced yard with the fish in hand.

Click

Click

The soft sound of wooden looms running came from the main room of three small rooms. The door was open. From the courtyard, you could see the looms and spindles on the left side of the room; on the right side was a small long table. There were several wooden boxes stacked neatly on top of each other.

The little village girl was sitting on a stool and weaving cloth carefully, as if she was thinking about something. Her side face showed a hint of worry, and she had a somewhat weak face. From a distance, she looked pitiful, and easily felt protective. Under the stool, the black dog lay trembling. After seeing Xu Buling, he quickly bit the skirt and pulled it.

The little village girl came back to her senses at this time. She turned her head and found Xu Buling standing in the courtyard with a panic look on her face. She stood up, took a few steps back, and picked up the scissors on the table.

With a gentle smile on his face, Xu Buling raised the seven big fat fish in his hand, looking slightly embarrassed:

"Girl, there are few fish in the river. It took me a long time to find a place and I only caught seven. If we go back tomorrow, we should be able to get enough."

The little village girl looked at the big fish in Xu Buling's hand, thought for a moment, and said crisply: "You also need to eat. If you eat my food for ten days in one meal, it will only become less and less. You'd better leave." ”

"Well……"

Xu Bu Ling's expression froze. What he said made sense. He couldn't catch fish for a whole day without eating. As long as he ate, he would owe more and more, and he would never be able to pay it back.

Xu Buling thought for a while, took out a few 'biscuits' from behind his belt, and said with a smile:

"I brought some dry food. Just eat less fish and make do. Girl, don't worry."

The little village girl frowned slightly: "Then why didn't you eat dry food last night and insisted on eating my food?"

Xu Buling spread his hands: "Because the dry food doesn't taste good."

The little village girl was speechless for a moment. Without saying anything more, she walked to the door and closed it:

"You sleep in the firewood house. You have to make up for me as much firewood as you need. You also have to cut out the bowls and chopsticks. I ate the rice with a spoon today. Also, you are not allowed to stick the knife in the ground. If you want to, you can. Insert farther.”

"Well……"

Xu Bu Ling turned his head and looked at the snowman and the straight knife in the distance, slightly confused...