After chasing out of the bamboo litter, the clever servant ran away. Zhang Muyun didn't really want to chase after him. He just shouted twice and walked along the street to the east entrance of the village.

After this morning's tossing, the sun had moved to the middle of the south sky. When Zhang Muyun walked on the street, wisps of smoke had already emerged from the roofs of many houses on both sides. The village was not big, and the chickens and dogs heard each other. All he met were acquaintances along the way. Except for a few dull and introverted villagers, most of them greeted him intimately. After all, although this young man was said to have done all kinds of work in Luozhou City, he never brought any real trouble to the villagers.

The Zhangjia Village that Zhang Muyun was walking through was a small village. There were about twenty or thirty families in the village, but they kept calling it like this because Zhang was a big family in the village. Now the families with Zhang surnamed Zhang are half-scattered in the village, and not many people with Zhang surnamed Zhang are actually in charge of the family.

Such a village with five surnames is located in the eastern suburbs of Luozhou, moving east and west. Standing at the entrance of the village, looking south, crossing a large grassy plain with green and yellow connections, you can see the faint mountain range of Mufu Mountain under the clouds at the farthest place. Mufu Mountain is a huge mountain range of more than a hundred miles, extending from Pingjiang County in the south. Mufu Mountain comes to Luozhou and gradually becomes low. Only one mountain suddenly rises up, called Yuchi Mountain, which is the most famous mountain in Luozhou. Just like Dongting Lake not far from the northwest of Zhangjia Village, it seems that the mountains and rivers here have special spiritual energy between heaven and earth. Whether it is Mufu Mountain or Yuchi Mountain, they are all beautiful, with green peaks and green mountains, and there are many famous temples and waterfalls and springs hidden in the deep green trees.

Of course, as a small village, although the scenic spots such as Dongting, Mufu and Yuchi can be seen, they are actually far away. What is really close to the village is a small hill next to the north of the village, about two or three miles away. The hillsides are covered with green grass and fruit trees, which is a common small hill in Luozhou. Like the name of the uninteresting village, the villagers call the small hill in the north of the village "Beishan". Except for the Beishan where the village leans against,

There are two streams winding through the village; the water in the stream is clear and the willows on both sides are swaying, adding a lot of spiritual energy to this ordinary village. Naturally, the villagers call these two streams that are roughly parallel to the east and west, and the north stream of Zhangjia Village. According to Zhang Muyun's actual investigation along the stream several times, they found that they both flow out from the Miluo River at the foot of Mufu Mountain in the southeast, passing through the village and bypassing the North Mountain, and finally flowing to Dongting Lake.

Leaving the gossip, what Zhang Muyun is going to now is the upper reaches of the South Stream. Although he told the girl that he was going to buy vegetables before leaving home, he was actually penniless. Along the way, he encountered the vegetable and meat stalls in the village, and he didn't even look at it. He walked straight out of the village along the turbulent stream and came to the wider upper stream bank.

"Lord of Land..."

Walking to the crooked old willow tree on the bank of a stream, Zhang Muyun put his hands together and bowed devoutly. He then leaned lightly to the root of the willow tree, took a breath, and quietly reached out his hand, not knowing what was in the reeds and thatch by the stream, and suddenly he raised it lightly and quickly!

"ha!"

After lifting the two pairs of tiles tied with the straw rope up, Zhang Muyun quickly placed them on the mud floor far away from the shore, turned to take his eyes and glanced inside, and he was so happy that he smiled! Without waiting for him to pour the tiles, a three or four-inch-long stream carp slid out from the inside and fell to the ground and jumped happily!

"hey-hey!"

Seeing it jumping, Zhang Muyun laughed, stepped forward and pinched it up, pulled off a thin willow branch from the willow tree, put it on, and lifted it in his hand. A fish in his hand and then hung the tile corpus back into the water. Zhang Muyun ran down happily.

Such a rare fishing method was created by Zhang Muyun. After years of dealing with streams and river fish, he found that because the mud bank on both sides of the stream was eroded by the water flow, although the willow roots still grasped the mud on the shore, the bottom was gradually empty. Many holes formed in the hanging stream ridge, which was the most suitable place for fish to lay eggs. Every spring, many stream fish often hid in it. At first, he found this, but they were slipped away by the fish. Later, he thought of a way, and went to the base of the wall of the village to find some pretty complete tiles, tied them up in pairs with straw ropes, tied them to the reed roots on the bank of the stream, and hung them into the water. In this way, the foolish fish used the tiles in the stream as a comfort nest, swam in it and lay eggs with peace of mind, and finally became his prey. Zhang Muyun gave it a simple water trap, called "fish nest".

However, although the methods of fishing with fish nests are novel and not very effective. Especially at the beginning, he put down more than a dozen tiled fish nests before the evening, and when he comes to collect them in the morning, he can basically catch one or two. In this way, Zhang Muyun used his brain again and put some straw in the tiles. In this way, not only do he come in and lay more fish, but when he puts the fish nests in the morning, the fish in the tiles will not easily slip away before they come out of the water. After such improvements, he can now catch four or five every time; although it is not too big, it is not a problem to exchange leeks and green onions with his neighbors.

Of course, the best time to collect such fish nests is in the morning, but today is exceptional. Zhang Muyun didn't remember this until lunch. It happened that there were guests to entertain them today, so such delicious stream fish were just right. So he stopped and walked along the stream outside the village. When more than a dozen tiled fish nests were collected, five or six white breams and red carp were worn on the willow branch in his hand, shaking his head and tail, which looked very beautiful. Before entering the village, he remembered that he casually pulled some shepherd's purse in the wilderness and walked back to the village.

Not to mention Zhang Muyun's trouble outside, let alone the girl. Since she left her youth, the beautiful girl has tried hard to recall the past several times, but she still has no idea. After thinking about it, the only thing that has some impression is that she still remembers that she has been repeatedly taught by many people to be gentle and polite. Of course, this is also ridiculous. Shouldn't gentle and polite be the duty of her daughter's family? How could so many people teach this to herself tirelessly? It seems that she is still in a daze, and this "past event" is most unreliable. So the girl who can't remember anything poked her head and shed tears in front of the bed, and then she calmed down a little.

"Since you come, you will be at peace."

This sentence suddenly popped up in her heart, and the girl finally felt a little calm. When she waited for the kind-hearted boy to come back, she began to calmly look at the furnishings in the house.

Needless to say, the impoverished boy had no decent decorations at his home. The "window" on the south side of the sunlight shone in was actually a hole in the dirt wall; the vermilion paint on the wardrobe next to the bed had already fallen off and was placed next to the bed in darkness. If it weren't for the broad daylight, she would have been shocked to wake up at night. After looking at it, she found that there were many inconspicuous spots on the wardrobe; after looking at it, she suspected that these were actually holes, but the boy had blocked them with mud. In addition to the holes, the ground was also mud, and the walls were also mud walls. On the west wall of the bedroom where someone should have hung a picture, there was now a chaotic straw and bamboo leaves. It took the girl a long time to look at it before guessing that it might be a straw raincoat worn on a rainy day.

"……bow?"

Standing in front of the bow facing the wall, the girl slowly reached out her hand and held the bowstring.

"bow……"

Seeing the bow and arrow, the girl suddenly seemed to remember something.

However, just as she wanted to think clearly, just like before, the vague image of her mind blurred into a piece of water that was pulled into a rapid flowing light, and she couldn't see anything clearly. She forced herself to think hard, but suddenly felt a headache. Fortunately, she held the wall with her hand so she would not fall down!

After a while, the girl who still couldn't remember anything tried to leave the wall and walked to the big water tank next to the stove. When she was confused and sad, she took a look at Qingshui, who was half the tank in front of her, and saw her beautiful but unfamiliar face.

"Could it be..."

"I am the hunter's daughter?"

When I was confused, a little tears fell down, and it was dripping into the jar, breaking the misty and sad face.

"He... isn't he back yet?"
Chapter completed!