In late autumn, the branches are dry and the leaves are yellow. When the autumn wind swept by, the fallen leaves are falling. In helplessness, there is a faint sense of sad beauty.

In the evening, Grandma Zhang bent down and swept the dead leaves into piles on the ground in dustpans, held the dead leaves, and moved her staggering steps towards the kitchen.

However, when Grandma Zhang passed by the firewood pile, her feet condensed, looked at the piles of firewood piles piled up under the eaves of the kitchen, and whispered to herself: "Hey, when people are old, they are useless, they are old and dizzy. How could anyone run to the firewood pile? Hiding and seeking? There are not many little kids nearby for this child's thing. Well, they must be dazzled..."

Grandma Zhang walked into the kitchen and started to make a fire and boil water and cook rice.

Get it get it get it get it get it get it

Get it get it get it get it get it get it

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A sound of horse hooves running suddenly stopped, and a man's voice: "Captain Xia, we have searched all over this small village, but we still can't find anyone. Could it be that Xiao Liuzi was misunderstood?"

A thick man said in a deep voice: "Although Xiao Liuzi is just a peddler walking between the countryside, his eyes are not ordinary and his memory is also very good. We show him the portrait of the eldest son and ask him about his whereabouts. He insists that it is this Lotus Village, and there is no mistake."

Another man said, "I'm afraid that his little sixth son is greedy for our bounty and making nonsense, it may not be impossible."

"Hmph, he dares!" One person snorted coldly and said coldly, "Don't fool us unless he doesn't want to live."

"The chimney is smoking, and someone is cooking in the house. Just ask."

"Of course."

Dingdengdeng—

Soon, in the kitchen, Grandma Zhang, who was burning fire, felt a darkness at the door. She turned her head naturally and saw that three tall men were blocked at the door of the kitchen.

Grandma Zhang couldn't help but be stunned for a moment, and then wiped her eyes. This time, she was sure that it wasn't a dazzle, but there were really three people.

Grandma Zhang was shocked. The fire stick in her hand fell off. Her eyes slowly moved. She looked at the clothes of the person. After seeing clearly that it was Han people's outfit, she felt a little relaxed. She picked up the fire stick and asked while fiddling with the stove and boring the firewood, "You, who are you? Is there anything wrong? My son is still rushing to harvest rice in the field and has not returned."

The big Chinese was quite kind and said politely: "As old man, have you ever seen a child about ten years old from another place?"

"A child from another place?" Grandma Zhang shook her head and smiled bitterly, "I'm dizzy. Not to mention that I haven't seen it before, even if a child beats me and walks past me, I may not be able to see clearly whether he is a child from another place."

The big man nodded. Grandma Zhang was at least sixty years old. In the countryside, due to the bumpy life and poverty, their physical functions were over-consuming and their aging was premature. As she said, even if a child from another place was beaten by her, it would not be confirmed.

"Since that's the case," the man clasped his fists and said gently, "I won't disturb the old man."

Grandma Zhang nodded, turned around and continued to concentrate on cooking her meal.

The three big men walked and spoke:

"Captain Xia, now, what should we do?"

"Hey, now, I can only see if the other brothers have any news. I hope they are lucky than us..."

"In my opinion, we have to go back and ask Xiao Liuzi if he is wrong."

"Hehe, I gave him a whole hundred taels of silver, which was enough for him to go home to build a new house and get married. He should have slipped back to his hometown to enjoy his fortune."

"Why......"

"What? Look at your decadent appearance. I guess Alzheimer's disease must have occurred in advance. When you go out, you should hang a sign with 'Yandang Mountain' on your neck. It will be easy for people to take it back."

"Bah! I just feel depressed. The eldest young master is missing. But we cannot use the name of the third young master to convey the martial arts world, and let people from all sects, sects, and villages help find them, and even can only act quietly. Do you think this is not a big deal?"

"You should just be depressed by the third young master. It was his order, and you must search for it in secret."

"I don't understand this..."

"You don't know anything..."

Get it get it get it get it get it get it —

As the sound of hooves sounded, their voices gradually faded away and gradually became quiet.

As night fell, Grandma Zhang lit the oil lamp, carried the oil lamp, moved her staggering steps, slowly walked out of the kitchen, slowly walked towards the firewood pile at the base of the wall, and a low voice in her mouth, as if she was talking to herself: "Child, are you still here?"

No one answered.

Grandma Zhang said softly: "Child, don't be afraid. Although I don't know if those people are bad people, they don't look like they are, but since you are hiding from them, there is a reason for you. Grandma doesn't care about that. Since you are here, Grandma has to be responsible for protecting you. Now, they are all gone, you can come out."

Still no one answered.

"Child, the weather in this season is fine during the day, but it will get colder late at night. Don't catch a cold and get sick, that's a big deal."

Finally, the depths of the firewood pile sounded and a small body slowly got up.

Although the light of the oil lamp is dim and Grandma Zhang's eyes are not so good, and she can't see the child's appearance clearly, but the child's eyes are very bright and bright, but they can be seen at a glance.

Grandma Zhang smiled and said softly: "Child, I'm hungry, come with Grandma. Grandma will pack a bowl of porridge for you. It's just cooked, but it smells so good."

The child walked out slowly, his face was covered with dirt like a cat, and an autumn dress was dirty and lost its original color. There was a brown oil stain on the east and a black mud stain on the west. At first glance, it looked like a beggar's patchwork coat.

Grandma Zhang saw it in her eyes, and the pain was in her heart. She felt sad. She stretched out her skinny hand and held the child. She said softly: "Come on, come with Grandma."

The old and the young entered the kitchen. Grandma Zhang fed a can of water in the water tank and said to the child: "Child, come and wash your face."

The child shook his head.

Grandma Zhang was slightly stunned and said, "It's very dirty, child."

The child still shook his head and said, "Grandma, thank you, you don't need to wash it, it's dirty."

Grandma Zhang thought about it and understood it. Her heart felt even more sore. She shook her head and sighed: "Grandma understands, you want to keep this dirty, cover up your face, and not let people find you, right?"

The child nodded and said, "Yes, grandma."

Grandma Zhang said: "Since that's the case, Grandma doesn't force herself, just eat porridge first."

Grandma Zhang put down the water scoop, took a bowl full of steaming white porridge and placed it on the table, and said to the child: "Child, it's hot, you can eat it slowly."

The child looked at Grandma Zhang deeply, nodded, and said, "Grandma, thank you."

Grandma Zhang smiled and said, "Don't be polite to Grandma, be careful not to get hot. Grandma goes out to see if they are back."

The child said, "Okay, grandma."

As soon as Grandma Zhang left the door, footsteps sounded outside, and a tender voice shouted happily: "Grandma, is the meal ready? I'm hungry!"

Grandma Zhang smiled and said, "Okay, OK."

"Okay, you can have a meal!"

As the footsteps jumped and jumped, an eleven or two-year-old black-faced child jumped into the kitchen and soon saw the sloppy child eating porridge. He was stunned. As he approached, he asked in surprise: "Who is your child? Why haven't I seen you? Why are you having dinner at my house?"

The child put down his chopsticks and looked at him and replied in a low voice: "I'm lost and hungry, my grandma gave me porridge."

"Oh, so that's it," the black-shirted kid looked at him, his little eyes rolling, "My name is Mu Qiangnong, what's your name?"

The child thought for a while and said, "I, call me Xiao An, okay, can I call you Xiaoqiang?"

The child in black clothes nodded and said happily: "Okay, okay, it's just that I'm not fun alone, so I have to go to the fields with my parents. Don't leave, stay and play with me."

Xiao An hesitated for a moment and said, "I, can I?"

Xiaoqiang stretched out his little hand, which had not yet washed away the dirt, patted his chest with a righteous heart, and said righteously: "What are you afraid of? Isn't you?"

Xiao An was slightly stunned, and then couldn't help laughing.

Xiaoqiang laughed too.

After Xiaoqiang had a friend, he seemed to have become an adult all of a sudden. Not only did he prepare the porridge himself, but he also added a bowl of porridge to Xiao An, as if he was a little host who warmly treated the distinguished guests.

After Xiaoqiang's parents entered the kitchen, they were deeply surprised. Unexpectedly, because of the arrival of an outsider, the growth of their children was accelerated. When they were very pleased, they were also particularly amiable to Xiao An.

Xiaoqiang's parents are a pair of standard peasant images, with the man being dark and strong and the woman being simple and gentle.

That night, Xiao An stayed at Xiaoqiang's house.

In the late night in the village, except for the occasional chickens and dogs, it seems particularly quiet and peaceful.

Above the sky, the bright moon hangs high, and under the moon, the earth is covered with silver and white.

But at some point, the wind and clouds surging, and a thick cloud slowly covered the bright moon. In the refraction of the moonlight, the cloud looked like a huge black hand, slowly reaching towards the earth.

Xiao An, who was sleeping soundly, suddenly woke up in shock and sat up.

Xiaoqiang, who was sleeping with him, was probably tired of running wildly in the fields during the day and still snoring and sleeping sweetly.

Xiao An shook his head slightly and sighed softly. As his father said, people can die compared to others, and goods can be thrown away.

Xiao An got out of bed gently and quietly pushed the door out.

Just now, he suddenly felt palpitations in his heart, as if a crisis was coming, although he was sure that the person who came to him would definitely not cause any crisis to him, because that was his family. It was because of this that he did not understand where the crisis came from and why?

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Xiao An didn't know why the crisis was because of his age, and it was understandable.

However, it would be sad if Xiao Liuzi, a peddler who had been wandering around the world for many years, even he didn't know about it.

Yes, after Xiao Liuzi received a reward of 100 taels of silver, he immediately sold his load of groceries at a low price to get half-gift and half-gift. Then, he rushed home quickly.

He had thought about it. The beautiful Xiaofang in the village had been in love with her for many years. She was only because of her poor family and she dared not be ridiculed by others. She wanted to eat swan meat and did not express her love for her for a long time. Now, with money and confidence, why worry about whether her parents dare to agree?

Whenever I think about talking and eating with Xiaofang during the day and sleeping with her at night, how can I feel sour?

Xiao Liuzi felt happy. She didn't sleep well along the way. She was so tired that day, so she generously took action and went to an inn, intending to have a good sleep, to replenish her energy, and to go on a blind date with Xiaofang.

This time, he slept so well. If it weren't for the fact that a bucket of cold water had sucked him up, he wouldn't have known that even if he had chopped him into meat sauce and made char siu buns.
To be continued...