In the year 890 of Tianyuan, there was a mountain village in Dengzhou.

In early spring, at the second watch, the weather suddenly changed, strong winds arose, and dark clouds gathered.

He was originally lying next to Lao Huang. When he heard the howling and harsh wind, he hurriedly stood up with his arms and limped to the door. He opened the firewood leaf of the broken house and looked up at the sky.

Seeing that the storm was about to change, he had no choice but to turn around and go back to the house. He took off the raincoat and bamboo hat hanging on the wall and prepared to go out. But when he turned around and saw Lao Huang lying on the haystack, he hesitated again.

Lao Huang is not a human, but a ox. He doesn’t know how old Lao Huang is. He only knows that Lao Huang just gave birth to a calf when he was picked up. Uncle Wang used Lao Huang’s milk to revive him. He will be born this year.

Fourteenth, Lao Huang has also grown a mouth full of teeth. He is already very old. Recently, Lao Huang has been in very bad condition. He has been lying down for a long time and has not had any water or grass in it for seven or eight days.

He was worried about leaving Lao Huang alone at home, but he had to leave because there would be thunder soon, and he could not stay in the village during thunder.

Just when he was hesitating, a woman's yelling came from outside the house, "Little cripple, why are you still dawdling? Things have changed. Get out of here."

"Brother, it's going to thunder again. Go out and hide." A young female voice said.

"Brother, brother, how many times have I told you, stay away from that broomstick," the woman scolded loudly, "Wang Mazi shouldn't have picked up the bastard who can't find his parents, the evil thing."

When he comes back, not only has he been beaten to death, but he has also caused us to suffer as well..."

Hearing the yelling outside the house, he had no choice but to walk out of the house and close the door behind his back. Without looking at the mother and daughter, he held his coir raincoat and bamboo hat and walked eastward with his head lowered.

He and Lao Huang's house was at the eastern end of the village, with mountains and woods to the east. He walked from the front, and the woman came from behind and cried, "Oh my God, they say that every wrongdoer has his own owner, and every debtor has his own owner. You want to chop him down."

Just chop it accurately, and don’t bother us anymore..."

He didn't retaliate against the woman's curse, not because he was timid, but because he felt guilty, because the woman had not wronged him, and his arrival had indeed brought disaster to the village named Wangjiakuang.

When Shikiou Mazi was picked up, the peace and tranquility of the village was broken. He had lived in the village for fourteen years. During these fourteen years, the village was struck by lightning many times, seven or eight times.

Moreover, each lightning strike was near his house. He and Wang Mazi were not the only unlucky ones. The surrounding neighbors were also affected repeatedly. No one was injured, but the walls of the house were damaged. Chickens, ducks, geese, and dogs were also killed.

A lot.

Just as he was walking with his head down, a girl's scream suddenly came from behind, "Ah!"

Hearing the girl's scream, he hurriedly turned around and looked back, only to see the six or seven-year-old girl next to the woman pointing towards the back of the house with a frightened look on her face.

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br> The woman was also startled by the girl's sudden scream, and scolded her with complaint, "Damn girl, what's your name?!"

"Eyes," the girl said in fear, "two big red eyes, right behind brother's house."

Hearing the girl's words, the woman moved her gaze to the back of the house at the same time. Although the sky was dark, it was not too dark to see. However, the two of them looked intently but found nothing.

"If you dare to lie again, I'll tear your mouth apart." Although the woman didn't see anything, she was a little flustered. She dragged the girl to the west, "Let's go back to the house quickly."

The girl staggered as she was dragged by the woman, "Mom, I'm not lying. I really saw two big red eyes, as if they had jumped into the woods to the east."

The woman didn't answer and dragged the girl into the west courtyard.

After the woman closed the courtyard door, she looked away, put on her raincoat and walked into the woods.

Anyone else would be scared to leave home in the middle of the night, but he is not afraid. He is used to it. Although lightning strikes do not occur every time there is thunder, just in case, he will hide out every time it is windy or rainy these years.

As the saying goes, a person who has been ill for a long time has learned to look at the sky after many experiences. When it rains and thunders, the dark clouds are usually higher than the ground, but the dark clouds that cause lightning strikes are much lower, as if they are directly overhead.

Realizing that tonight's situation was the latter, he sped up his walking speed. When he was seven years old, his left leg was broken by lightning and falling masonry. There was a lack of medical treatment in the mountain village and he was unable to receive timely treatment. However, it finally healed. The condition is not good, and there is a slight limp when walking. The faster I walk, the more obvious the limp is.

Entering the woods, the first thing he saw was a group of tombs. This was the village cemetery, but his destination was not the cemetery, but a cave three miles northeast of the cemetery.

The cave is located on the mountainside. As soon as we climbed into the cave, heavy rain began to pour down. Along with the heavy rain came dazzling lightning and rumbling thunder.

The cave is not big, no more than five feet deep, and can barely provide shelter from the rain. I lean on the stone wall and look at the heavy rain outside with worry.

What he is worried about is not himself, but Lao Huang in his family. Various signs indicate that Lao Huang is in his final years. He is afraid that he does not have much time left. He is afraid that it is impossible to extend Lao Huang's life. The only thing he can do now is to find ways to provide him with Huang makes some delicate food.

But there was a severe drought last year and the harvest was not good. Now it is the early spring, and there is no harvest. More than 30 households in the village can only rely on grain chaff and wild vegetables to satisfy their hunger. Even people are starving to death.

Where can I go to get Lao Huang fine food?

After thinking for a long time, I finally remembered that there were still a few kilograms of beans at home, but those few kilograms of beans were originally reserved for spring plowing. If they were eaten, there would be no seeds in the spring plowing.

While he was thinking and worrying, there was a sudden thunderbolt from outside. The lightning strike happened right above the cave where he was hiding. The violent lightning strike shook the surrounding mountains and made the people in the cave tremble with fear.

Before he could recover, there was another loud boom, followed by another, and one after another, one after another. The violent vibrations caused gravel to fall and dust to fly in the cave.

Although he had experienced similar situations before, this was the first time he encountered such a violent lightning strike tonight. Just when he was worried that the cave would collapse and wanted to get out of the cave to dodge, there was a loud bang again. There was a violent shock and impact that knocked him unconscious.

After an unknown amount of time, Youyou woke up. After waking up, she only felt a splitting headache. She covered her head and turned over to sit up. She turned around and looked outside the cave. She saw that it was still dark outside, but the wind had stopped and the rain had stopped.

The air after the rain is filled with a faint earthy smell.

After a moment of breathing, he came back to his senses and stood up with his arms raised.

At this moment, I suddenly found a round object on the ground. I reached out to pick it up and walked out of the cave to take a closer look. I saw that the object was about the size of a palm and was irregularly round. I couldn't see clearly at night and seemed to be blue-black in color.

, it is cold in hand, and the texture is hard but not heavy.

He had been to this cave countless times before, but had never seen this thing before. It must have been someone who had been there before and left it here. ??

Because he was anxious to go back and take care of Lao Huang, he did not stay in the cave any longer. Before leaving, he casually stuffed the piece of armor into the stone crevice on the right side of the cave entrance.

It was already five o'clock when I returned to my residence. What I didn't expect was that Lao Huang had swept away the sluggishness of the previous few days. When he saw him pushing the door open, he actually stood up and came to greet him.

Seeing that Old Huang had regained some energy, he was overjoyed and hurriedly jumped onto the earthen kang, found the bag of bean seeds from the basket hanging on the beam, fetched water from the well, and ground the soy milk on the stone mill in the yard.

While grinding the soy milk, Lao Huang also walked out of the house. He has been living with him all these years, or to be precise, he has always lived with him, because this house was originally a cowshed.

After Lao Huang came out, he walked straight to the east wall of the yard, sniffed the plowshare hanging on the wall, and then touched it with his head.

There were not many beans, and half a stick of incense was ground up, leaving only half a barrel of soy milk. Raw soy milk cannot be used to drink from cows and must be cooked, otherwise the cows will become bloated after drinking it.

While the fire was being lit, the sound of a plow falling was heard in the yard.

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Hearing the noise, he looked outside and saw that it was Old Huang knocking the plowshare off the wall.

"It's not the first lunar month yet. It's not time to plow the fields. What are you doing with it? Come back quickly." He called out.

Hearing the call, Lao Huang turned his head and whispered softly at him.

Seeing that Lao Huang didn't come into the house, he didn't call him again. The morning air was very fresh. Lao Huang had been lying in the house for several days and it would be nice to get some air.

After a while, the pot started to heat up, presumably because of the aroma of soy milk. The little girl next door ran over, stood at the door and looked in.

The girl's name was Erniuer. She was only six or seven years old. She was his neighbor and one of the few people in the village who was friendly and close to him. When he saw Erniuer, he waved her in and gave her a bowl of soy milk.

drink.

"Brother, did you see the red-eyed monster last night?" Erniu held the pottery bowl.

"Where did the monster come from?" he said with a smile.

"I really saw it, her eyes were red and red." Erniu looked nervous and had lingering fears.

He laughed it off, and after she finished drinking, he served her another bowl.

"It smells so good, brother, what day is it today, why are you willing to cook soy milk?" Erniu raised her head and asked.

Without waiting for an answer, the sound of a woman yelling and cursing came from the west courtyard. Erniu heard her mother's voice and hurriedly drank the soy milk in the bowl, put down the earthenware bowl and hurried away.

After Erniu left, she brought the wooden bucket, scooped the soy milk in the pot, and carried it to Lao Huang.

At this time, Lao Huang was still standing under the east wall, touching the plowshare that fell on the ground with his head, and bringing soy milk over, but it didn't even smell it.

At first I thought the soy milk was too hot, but after waiting for a long time, the soy milk had cooled down completely. Lao Huang still refused to drink it, but eagerly touched the plowshare with his head, eager to pull the shaft to the ground.

I have lived with Lao Huang for many years, getting along day and night, and I am familiar with his temperament. Lao Huang's behavior at this time is very abnormal. Although he goes to the fields to plow every year and will take the initiative to tether, but that was in March during spring plowing, and now

It's not the first month yet, and it's not time to plow the fields.

One person and one ox were in a stalemate until Chen hour, and finally gave in, and helplessly put a plowing noose on Lao Huang.

Lao Huang put on the noose and walked out of the house slowly, put on the sickle, carried the plowshare, and followed behind with half a bucket of soy milk.
Chapter completed!