The warm sun in winter is shining in the canyon, the river surface is sparkling, and the pools in the gentle areas are clearly visible, so people cannot even feel the existence of water. Throwing dead leaves into the water is like floating in the air, leaving only a shadow at the bottom of the water that can see the veins clearly.

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

Xu Buling stood on the shore with his waist on his waist, and his face showed a little helplessness. The water scenery in front of him was so beautiful that it made people feel refreshed, but this was obviously not what he wanted to see. With such clear water quality, it is unknown whether he can see fish in summer, let alone this cold winter month.

However, fish are not born in spring and died in autumn. No matter how cold the weather is, it is just difficult to find. Xu Buling used to go fishing in the waterside pavilions of Qujiangchi to pass the time. He was half a fisherman and he knew nothing about this.

When fishing in winter, we pay attention to "fishing quietly but not moving". Fish like to stay in a place with a 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, and most of them are hidden under stone caves or large stones.

Xu Buling walked slowly by the water with his sword in his arms, paying close attention to the movements in the river. He walked for two miles and found a flat stone slanted by the river. There was a small stone next to it as a stool, which should be the place where the village girl usually washes her clothes.

A path extends from the river to the depths of Peach Blossom Valley. After walking many times, I have stepped on the path very smoothly. There is a crooked path next to it. You can vaguely see a few plum blossom footprints. It should be the little black dog stepped on it.

Just looking at these traces, one can imagine the scene of a woman walking through the grassy path in the deep mountains and valleys, holding a wooden basin and flying birds. The puppy next to her wags its tail and circling around. From the tone and expression of the small village girl just now, she probably would have a few words like "What are you doing! Be honest and don't run around..."

Xu Buling looked at the canyon surrounded by mountains and was also a little curious about how a woman's house survived in such a lonely situation. If it were full of branches and stayed in this canyon without even the sound of wind, she would probably be able to hold her 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 the several huge rocks beside 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 to his waist, entered the cold river water, pulled out the sword that Qingye gave to hurt the spring, and began to slowly explore under the huge rock...—

Outside the fence wall, hundreds of small saplings are neatly arranged. The saplings near the fence are shoulder-high, with bare branches covered with snowflakes, which are already considered small trees; the outermost row is knee-high saplings, which looks like small branches inserted on the ground in winter; and the latest row is just a hole dug, which is obviously prepared in advance for planting trees after spring.

Hundreds of saplings, whether they look forward, from the back and forth, are lined up in a straight line, meticulous and without any misalignment. However, there is a straight knife inserted on the ground among the neatly arranged saplings. The scabbard is bamboo-green, and from a distance it looks like a tilted tree grows among the hundreds of saplings.

The little village girl held a hoe and dug a small hole in the frozen mud. She didn't have much strength and was already digging very slowly. Every time she dug a few times, she would turn her head to see the straight knife inserted in the nursery.

It’s not because I have any interest in knives or outsiders, but I just think it’s awkward, and it’s so annoying that no matter how I look at it, just like thousands of white stone floor tiles in the square, one of which was used as bluestone. The more I look at it, the more uncomfortable it feels, making people unable to help but want to buckle the wrong brick and replace it with the same one.

The canyon is silent, and there is not even a bird singing in winter, like an ever-changing ink painting. And the sudden straight knife is like an ink dot, dyed on the spotless scroll.

The little village girl dug for a while and stopped breathing. Maybe she couldn't bear it anymore. She leaned her hoe against the peach tree, ran to the straight knife, took out a handkerchief from her arms and wrapped it in her hand, trying to pull out the straight knife and buried it, but just stretched out her hand and looked in the direction where the outsider left.

What if that person really runs back...

The little village girl stood beside the straight knife and thought for a moment, then put away her skirt and squatted down, gathering up the snow under the peach tree. It took a long time to pile up a big snowman.

The snowman was level with the straight knife. After the village girl finished piled up, she warmed up the cold red hands and ran back to the hoe. She looked at the difference in height for a few times. Her vision could pass over the head of the snowman with a knife height. Seeing the half-stomach of the knife behind her was even more abrupt.

“…”

The little village girl obviously got angry in her eyes, and ran to the snowman again, and piled a crown on top of the snowman's head, a common tassel crown for children from aristocratic families.

The "clothing" is integrated, and the crown looks wrong, so he used his fingers to draw a slanted collar and belt on the snowman.

After the completion, the village girl ran back to the hoe again and took a closer look. The snowman and the snow were integrated, and the peach forest was neat and there was no sign of the annoying knife.

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

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

On the path in the forest, Xu Buling carried a long green sword on his shoulder, and cloth strips hung on the top of the scabbard, and seven fish with unknown names were worn under the cloth strips. The fish in winter had to be fattened for winter, and they were quite fat. They had already been killed by the river and washed them cleanly.

I spent all day working in the river and only caught seven big fish. I spent more time dealing with Situ Yuejin and Chen Daozi. However, in this winter, I received a lot of goods and felt quite accomplished.

"Woom"

As soon as he walked to the distance of the house, the dog barking sounded. After a moment, the little black dog who was knocked out in the early morning rushed out fiercely. Seeing Xu Buling coming, he was a little confused and ran back quickly with his tail between his feet.

Xu Buling said sorry in his heart, walked into the forest full of peach trees, and looked up and saw the drunk bamboo knife stuck in place, with a big snowman next to him.

“Huh?”

Xu Buling was slightly stunned and walked to the heels to look carefully. The snowmen piled up very delicately, with round and round sides symmetrical, and meticulously from the hair crown to the boots. It was obviously a big effort.

Looking at his clothes, his long robe, jade belt, and a vertical crown, it is somewhat similar to him...

What's the meaning?

Xu Buling blinked, and was a little flattered for a moment.

I didn't have much contact with the village girl, and the character of the village girl was a bit strange. Xu Buling couldn't figure out why he was piled up as a snowman here. However, this behavior was obviously kind-hearted in his opinion, well... a simple and kind village girl.

Xu Buling raised a smile on the corner of his mouth. After thinking about it, he made up a smile on the snowman's face and walked into the yard inside the fence with the fish.

Click

Click

The sound of the wooden loom when it is running comes from the main house of three small houses. The door is open. From the yard, you can see the loom and spindle on the left side of the house. On the right is a small long table, with several wooden boxes piled up next to it, neatly stacked together.

The village girl sat on the stool and weaving cloth seriously, as if she was thinking about things. Her side face showed a little worry, and she looked a little weak, and she looked from a distance and felt pity for protection. Under the stool, the black dog was lying tremblingly. After seeing Xu Buling, she quickly bit the hem of the skirt and pulled it.

The little village girl came to her senses at this time and turned her head to find Xu Buling standing in the yard. She looked flustered on her face. She stood up and took a few steps back, and picked up the scissors placed on the table.

Xu Buling smiled gently and lifted the seven big fat fish in his hand, looking a little embarrassed:

"Miss, there are few fish in the river. It took a long time to find a place. I only caught seven. I will go there again tomorrow and I will be able to get enough."

The little village girl looked at the big fish in Xu Buling's hand, thought for a while, and said crisply: "You want to eat too. You can eat my food for ten days in one meal, but it will only become less and less enough. You should leave."

"Well……"

Xu Buling's expression froze. What he said makes sense. He always has to eat when he catches fish for a day. As long as he eats, he will owe more and never pay it back.

Xu Buling thought for a while, took out a few ‘biscuits’ from behind the belt, and smiled:

"I have dry food, so it's enough to eat less fish and make do with it. Girls don't have to worry."

The little village girl frowned gently: "Then why didn't you eat dry food last night? She had to eat my food?"

Xu Buling spread his hands: "Because dry food is not delicious."

The little village girl was speechless for a moment and didn't say anything more. She walked to the door and closed the door:

"You sleep in the woods. You have to make up for me how much firewood you use. You have to peel out the bowl and chopsticks. I ate with a spoon today. Also, don't insert a knife into the ground. If you want to insert it, you can insert it farther away."

"Well……"

Xu Buling turned his head and looked at the snowman and straight knife in the distance, feeling a little confused...
Chapter completed!