The Great Enlightenment

Chapter 14 The God of Rockery

noon.

There were rustling sounds from under the dilapidated wooden bed, and harsh "creaking" sounds from time to time.

Wang lowered her body and rolled up the worn sleeves of the cloth clothes on her arms, showing her rickety figure even more.

"Go! Go!" She held a sparse broom in her hand and slapped several mice under the bed.

"squeak!"

After finally driving the mouse out of the house, Mrs. Wang heaved a sigh of relief and put down the broom, but suddenly she smelled a burning smell in her nose.

She frowned slightly, and her already wrinkled face became even more wrinkled, and said anxiously: "Just focus on them, and forget about the meal!"

Immediately, he walked into the house in three steps at a time, and lifted the lid of the iron pot regardless of the hot hands.

In the narrow corner of the wooden house, the few bottles of salt and pickles were arranged in an orderly manner, and there was a low stove next to it, and there was a burning smell from the iron pot on it.

In a hurry, Wang took a rag and put it on her hand, and took the iron pot off the stove. Only then did she have time to blow on her red fingers.

She took the rice out of a big bowl and saw that only a small part of the bottom of the pot was mushy, so her brows relaxed a little.

"Mother, I'm back." A boy about eight or nine years old walked into the wooden house with a happy face, holding a small piece of raw meat tied with a rope in his hand, "Today I will go hunting with Uncle Zhang and the others, and help them Let's fight, and finally got a small piece of roe deer meat!"

Wang looked at the boy lovingly, put a large bowl of rice in his hand on the wooden table, and said with a smile: "Go hunting with me, are you tired? Are you injured? Although you, Uncle Zhang, and the others are taking care of you, but Also be careful, drink up this bowl of rice, you are growing your body now, eat more."

The boy's eyes were sharp, and he saw Wang's red fingers at a glance. He was a little anxious at the moment, and said, "Mother, what's wrong with your hand?"

Mrs. Wang shook her head and said, "It's just burnt, it's okay, you should eat quickly, eat more to grow stronger."

The big bowl was almost full of clear soup, with only six or seven vegetable leaves floating on it, among which were extravagantly mixed two pieces of fat and thin meat, the boy almost drool when he smelled the smell of meat.

He picked up the big bowl and was about to eat it, but the boy seemed to think of something, blinked his eyes and said: "Mom, eat these two pieces of meat, I won't eat it."

Mrs. Wang scraped the bottom of the pot and poured it into her own bowl, shaking her head and laughing: "Mother just ate it, she ate several pieces of meat, and the rest is a bit mushy, mother can make do with it." Eat some more, but throwing it away is a bit of a waste.”

The boy glanced at Mrs. Wang, lowered his head, picked up the bowl, and began to eat in silence.

Wang was a poor orphan girl. After giving birth to the boy Xiaofu, her husband died in the mountains while hunting.

In this small village at the corner of the Qingluan Mountains, the absence of men means that there is no source of food. After all, this small area is barren and barren, and nothing can be grown. The food source for the whole village is only a small mountain beside the village. It's just an ordinary beast.

It's strange to say that there are many mountains around the Qingluan Mountain Range, and this small peak on the edge has been eaten by the village for so many years, and the various beasts have never decreased, but more and more.

People think that it is the god of the mountain, but this small mountain is an unnamed mountain, so every household in the village has a statue of the god of the mountain, calling it the god of the unnamed mountain, which is extremely respectful and devout.

Relying on washing clothes for other people's family and being a servant for a slightly richer family, Wang barely dragged Xiaofu to the age of nine. Like an old woman.

Xiaofu is also a sensible child. Since he was a child, he knew how to help his hard-working mother share the housework. When he was a little older, he clamored to follow the village's hunter team into the mountains to hunt.

Mrs. Wang had no choice but to ask Brother Zhang next door to take him with him. Xiaofu was also upbeat, with great eyesight, and he was the most diligent one every time he went out. Everyone in the village praised him full of praise.

Therefore, although Xiaofu is only nine years old, he can bring home a piece or two of animal meat from time to time to improve the food.

He finished his meal, but there was a slightly larger piece of meat left at the bottom of the bowl, and he yelled, "Mom, I'm full."

Looking at the piece of meat at the bottom of the bowl, Mrs. Wang shook her head slightly and said with a smile, "Okay."

He silently cleaned up the dishes and put the remaining piece of meat in the dilapidated cabinet.

"It's time to worship the mountain god."

After tidying up, Mrs. Wang took Xiaofu, knelt down in front of the statue of the Wuming Mountain, and respectfully kowtowed a few times.

As usual, Xiaofu, after kowtowing, subconsciously glanced at the dark mountain statue when he raised his head.

The statue of the mountain god was made by all the people in the village a long time ago. It was carved from ebony and painted with simple colors.

Suddenly, Xiaofu's heart trembled violently, his scalp went numb, and he felt an extremely frightening feeling, but this feeling came and went quickly.

He took a closer look at the statue of the mountain god that he worshiped every day, but found nothing unusual, and Xiao Fu couldn't help but feel a little dazed.

"Xiaofu? What's the matter?" Wang's wrinkled face was full of concern.

Xiaofu felt a pain in his heart, mother is not yet 40 years old!

I only eat two meals a day, and I have to do so much hard work, and I am aging too fast.

When he thought of this, he couldn't help blurting out what was in his heart: "Mother, I want to grow up quickly, I can hunt by myself, use animal skins to make good clothes for you, and let you eat meat every day! I also want to go out of the village and go to the rumor Build a house in the ancient city of Taichu, and bring your mother to enjoy the blessings!"

The mountain road here is extremely difficult and dangerous. For this small and closed village, the magnificent ancient city of Taichu, which is only a few hundred miles away, is as far away as legend.

Gently stroking Xiaofu's head, Wang just smiled, but murmured in his heart, Xiaofu, when you grow up, mother will be old.

In the middle of the night, the village was extraordinarily quiet.

Occasionally, a few dogs barking came, disturbing people's dreams.

Xiao Fu was half asleep and half awake, but his eyes were moistened, and his heart ached unknowingly.

He shook his head and sat up, wiped the corners of his eyes, looked around in the moonlight, and said to himself in doubt, "Where's mother?"

The wooden house is not big, there is only a dilapidated wooden bed, which can barely squeeze two people.

The night in late autumn was bitterly cold, and Mrs. Wang always let Xiaofu sleep inside, while she slept outside, so as to keep Xiaofu a little warmer.

Xiaofu looked at the almost soaked pillow, and couldn't help but be more puzzled: "Why did I cry so much in my dream? Mom, where are you?"

Putting on a shabby cotton coat and opening the wooden door, a gust of cold wind from the cold night poured down like ice water.

Xiaofu shuddered violently, but did not close the door, but stuck his head out of the door and called out in a low voice: "Mother?"

In the middle of the night, where can mother go?Even if it's going to the toilet, it's been so long, should I come back?

Standing blankly at the door, the bone-piercing cold wind blows in gusts, Xiaofu is shivering, but he is even more worried in his heart.

The nine-year-old child, because his family is poor, has learned many things early.

Suddenly aware of a sense of peeping behind him, Xiaofu suddenly turned his head, but what he saw was still the dilapidated wooden bed and the iron pot and cupboard in the corner.

Next to the broken wooden bed was a pair of cloth shoes that were more than half sewn. The stitches were dense and tight, and they were the winter cloth shoes that Mrs. Wang had sewed for Xiaofu with two pieces of thick cloth and soles that she had saved for a long time.

The sense of peeping is getting stronger!

Xiaofu's scalp exploded and became numb, but he couldn't find the source of the peeping feeling at all!
Scanning the wooden house again, the simple furnishings are still the same as usual, only the statue of the mountain god...

wait!Mountain idol!

On that pitch-black face, two red and green painted eyes seemed to come alive, and they were staring at him fiercely with spiteful eyes!

"what!"

Xiaofu Tianling trembled, and a burst of urination gushed out of his body in fright. Regardless of the coldness of the night, he rushed out the door!

There was a moment of trance in front of my eyes, and the scene was still vaguely familiar.

Didn't he already run out of the door and onto the streets of the village?Why did you go back to the house again?
After all, Xiaofu was only nine years old, no matter how sensible he was, after being frightened by this, his sanity showed signs of a little breakdown.

He stayed where he was in a daze, just staring blankly at the ferocious mountain god statue with a look of resentment on his face.

Suddenly, the big mouth of the mountain god statue opened in twists and turns.

clap clap.

Spit out a pile of snow-white bones.

Xiao Fu looked at the pile of bones, his eyes still blank, until he saw a gap on one of the hand bones.

The little finger of my mother's left hand was missing a small piece of bone.

It was an old wound left by a small piece of finger that my mother accidentally broke when she was washing clothes at the village chief's house the year before last.

The focus gradually became in the eyes, and the heart-piercing cry resounded through the silent night sky.

"mother!"

After a while, the sound in the cabin stopped abruptly.

After a while, the sound of chewing gradually came from the wooden house, which was extremely terrifying.

The strange thing is that the whole village is like a dead village, and there is no sound coming from it.

(End of this chapter)