On a mountain trail, an old man in his seventies was bent over picking wild vegetables on the roadside.
This old man is short and thin, and wears old and shabby clothes. She has white hair mixed with black, a pale face with dense lines, and a gloomy look on her face.
A pair of withered hands kept searching in the thick grass and dense forest, and then she picked the vegetable leaves she found and put them in the basket on her back. It was noon, the sun was blazing, and the old man had been in the mountains to gather food for several hours.
The basket on her back was filled with all kinds of wild fruits, vegetables and leaves, which she had obtained from her hard work all morning. After a whole morning of searching in the mountains, the old man was exhausted.
She came to a small stream, found a big stone to sit down and rested, and put the backpack behind her aside; then, she untied the package tied to the backpack. The package was wrapped in a piece of gray cloth, and after opening it, she revealed There are pieces of black and green stuff: these are vegetable cakes, which are made by grinding vegetable leaves into paste, kneading them and cooking them.
The old man took the bamboo cup hanging on his waist and walked a few steps to the creek. After washing for a while, he filled the water and returned to the big rock. She took a few sips and wiped the sweat on her head with the corner of her clothes. He picked up the vegetable cake in his hand and started to eat it. But as soon as he put it to his mouth, he stopped for some reason.
The old man slowly stood up from the stone and couldn't help but look around, as if he was looking for something. After a while, the old man pointed his ears in one direction and listened carefully, with a thoughtful expression.
After a while, she seemed to hear something, and walked quickly up the slope not far away without any hesitation. After the old man climbed to the top of the slope panting, he put out his ears again. After listening carefully for a while, she was completely sure What is the sound?
It was the cry of a baby! Yes, she was sure of it. But how could there be a cry of a baby in these deep mountains and wild mountains? The old man didn't think much about it, so he followed the sound of the cry and searched all the way. Soon she found a cave outside. The cry came from this cave, which seemed to be some distance away from the cave entrance. The old man stood at the entrance of the cave and kept looking into the cave, but it was pitch black inside the cave and it was difficult to see anything.
The crying still came from the cave, which was very miserable and pitiful. The old man was very anxious and uneasy when he heard it.
The old man no longer worried, put his hand on the shelter of the cave, and walked inward until his back was buried in the darkness of the cave. After a while, the baby's cry stopped, and apart from the scattered sounds in the mountains, there was no more Any other sounds appear naturally quiet.
However, the silence did not last long, and another sound came faintly from the cave, the old man's voice, "yo yo" uncertainly. Perhaps it was this coaxing sound that made the baby stop crying.
As the sound became clearer and louder, the old man's short body appeared dimly in the dark hole, and then gradually became clearer. In her arms was a baby wrapped in brocade.
Walking outside the cave, the old man couldn't wait to remove the corner of the cloth covering the baby's face, and carefully looked at the little thing in his arms. The baby was fair and tender, with a rosy face and a pair of watery eyes. It was because she had cried just now. The baby in her arms was looking at her curiously with those watery eyes, looking very cute.
The old man smiled. This little thing was so lovable that people couldn't help but feel affection for him. But she didn't understand who was so cruel as to abandon this baby who looked to be only one month old in the wilderness without caring about it. Ignore, how could there be such heartless parents in this world?! She felt unfair in her heart and found it difficult to forgive!
Thinking about it, the old man came back to his senses when the baby cried again. He started to coax the baby in his arms with some anxiety.
"Hey, don't cry, don't cry. Are you hungry? Grandma will find something to eat for you right now." The old man said, with a kind smile on his old face. She hugged the baby and carefully pressed it when it came.
The uneven mountain road leads back slowly.
Shanfeng Village is a small village in a remote mountainous area. There are more than 70 families living in the village and a total of 400 people in the village. The village is surrounded by mountains and peaks, and the scenery is beautiful, with flowers and plants growing there, giving people a sense of wonder.
It has a quiet and peaceful feeling. However, it is deep in the mountains, with backward transportation and far away from the prosperity of the world. Therefore, it has been difficult to change the poor appearance of the village for hundreds of years.
People in the village get up early and work hard every day, working frugally and simply. At this time, in an abandoned field, a man about fifty years old, with a bamboo hat on his head and a hoe in his hand, has been busy since early morning. He straightened his back
, smacked his back with his hand, glanced at the scorching sun in the sky and complained: "Why is it so hot in this damn day!"
As he spoke, he wiped his sweat with the towel hanging around his neck, and then walked towards the hut not far from him. Calling it a hut hardly matched its appearance, because it was just a simple shed built with a few tree trunks and leafy branches.
That's all.
The man who came to the simple shed sat down, picked up the kettle placed in the shed, and drank it in big gulps. The refreshing feeling made him take a big breath, then took off the bamboo hat on his head, and kept fanning it.
The wind is cool.
Resting in a simple shed, he looked at the deserted field in front of him. He had already managed it with hoeing. If he was busy until tomorrow, he could plant more things he wanted to plant. This deserted field was planted by the Bai family a few years ago.
Yes, because there was a son in that family who made a mistake and could no longer stay in the village, so he had to go out alone to make a living. But no one expected that in the blink of an eye, in a few years, the poor boy who was kicked out would actually return to his hometown in glory.
The scene was so full that it really made them, poor people who had lived in remote villages all their lives, stay where they were. For them, it was like the arrival of the "Emperor". Now several years have passed, and people in the village are still in the dark.
After dinner, we talked about what happened at that time.
After the once poor boy returned home in fine clothes, he took his family away directly. I heard that he went to some city to live a prosperous life. Everyone who heard this was envious. Therefore, many people regretted it.
I didn't treat the Bai family's son well at the beginning, and now I can't even try to reach him, but who could have expected that.
After the Bai family left, the houses and fields left behind were occupied by some interested people. The Bai family didn't care about the shabby property. As for this wasteland, because of its relatively remote location, no one wanted to occupy it. More importantly, it was in the mountains.
There are no miscellaneous taxes in the remote land, so the existing grain fields are enough for them to make a living and work hard. The main reason why he wants to cultivate this abandoned field again is that there are a few more children in the family who have to eat for free.
After sitting for a while, there was a "gurgling" sound from the stomach. "I have been busy all morning and I am really hungry. Why doesn't this kid's mother bring him food?!" He said impatiently.
As soon as he finished speaking, he saw a man walking out of the dense forest far away in the mountain. Although he was half a century old and his eyesight was not as good as before, he could tell from his body shape that he was an old man, and he knew he was an old man.
Who? Because everyone in the village knew about this old man. Besides, there were only a few hundred people in the village. The people in the village knew each other's gender and how many children they had. The reason why he recognized the old man quickly was because of the distance between them.
It is also relatively far away, mainly because the old man's family affairs and situation have made the whole village talk about it.
The old man was carrying a basket on his back and walking in a hurry, which made him feel strange when he was sitting under the tree shed. As the old man walked towards him, he unexpectedly found that the old man was holding a baby in his arms! This surprised him from the tree shed.
He was so sick that he wanted to find out what was going on and where did the baby come from? So before the old man could approach him, he stepped forward to greet him.
"Sister Huang, where did the baby in your arms come from? Whose baby is it?!"
The old man named Sister Huang looked at the fifty-year-old farmer walking towards her, Tuesday. Tuesday was the second son of the older generation of the Zhou family, so he was named Tuesday. Tuesday was taller, with dark skin and crotch.
He has thick eyebrows and small eyes, a big mouth and buck teeth. His upper body is bare-chested, his lower body is in shorts, and his feet are wearing straw sandals. He came to the old man curiously and eagerly.
When the old man heard Tuesday's question, he shook his head and replied sadly: "This baby is so pitiful. When I was picking wild crops in the mountains, I heard crying, so I looked for him and found him in a cave. I don't know.
Which family was so cruel that they threw a newborn baby in a cold cave in a barren mountain. I saw that the baby was suffering, so I took him back. Otherwise, he wouldn't have survived!"
When Tuesday heard this, he had a look of astonishment on his face. He was obviously quite surprised! He said anxiously: "What? Was this baby picked up from the mountains? Who lost it?!"
"I don't know either! Oh..., what a sin."
Tuesday was a little unbelievable, so he looked at the baby in the old man's arms and looked at it carefully. At this time, the baby had fallen asleep, and his sleeping appearance was very cute. After looking at it, he said: "Oh, this baby