Jincheng flower hour

Quan Zi rolled his trousers and stood in the shallows of Yishui. He bent over to fumble among the aquatic plants and took out the fishing basket.After the water in the bamboo basket was drained, Gouzi went ashore with the fish basket.There are many fish and shrimps in Yishui, and there are also many mussels, snails, and loaches.The fishing baskets have been buried since the evening of yesterday, and the fishing baskets are heavy, and the harvest has been fruitful.

The mouth of the basket is downward, and the harvest in the basket is poured into the wooden barrel. There is one big fish and several small fish.As long as there is a palm-sized fish, Mother Liu will use it to make soup for the dog to drink.The dog is growing and it is easy to get hungry.The small fish will be handled by Gouzi, who will use a knife to dig out the abdomen, hold it with bamboo slices, and grill it on a charcoal fire.Also used for barbecue, there are loach.This is an excellent delicacy, a wonderful gift from Yishui River.

Gouzi put the bamboo basket on the ground, straightened up and looked at the glow on the river, like gems.At the same time, he also saw a young man in a red shirt and white silk robe walking by the river, it was Zhuang Yang.

Zhuang Yang seldom takes a walk by the river in the early morning. If you ask him why he came here today, he will probably smile helplessly.In the past two days, he got up early, because the two roosters at home began to crow before dawn.Zhuang Yang sleeps lightly and wakes up easily.

Even if I couldn't sleep, I put on my clothes and went downstairs to walk around, looking at the morning light and the dewy flowers and plants.

When Quanzi was looking at Zhuang Yang, Zhuang Yang had already spotted him.

"Morning Erlang."

The dog salutes.

"Morning, are you harvesting fish?"

Zhuang Yang returned the gift.

Taught Aping and the others to bow and arrow at the dealer's house, and Quanzi knew the children of the dealer's house well, so he also knew that Erlang of the Zhou family was named "Yang".Quanzi thinks the name sounds really nice.But he couldn't call Zhuang Yang's name directly, which seemed rude, so he called him Erlang like others.

"Ah."

When Quanzi saw Zhuang Yang, he thought of the pot of mountain flowers kept at the door.Yesterday, I was still worried about how to bring the flowers to the dealer and give them to Zhuang Yang in full view.At this time, it is an excellent opportunity.

He picked up the barrel and hurried back to the hospital.Quanzi put down the wooden barrel, picked up the pot of blue mountain flowers with wilted leaves, and rushed towards the river.Fortunately, Zhuang Yang was still there. He was standing by the embankment, looking at the green cabbage seedlings in his field.

Quanzi crossed the wooden bridge and walked towards Zhuang Yang. Zhuang Yang turned around when he heard the footsteps, and saw that Quanzi was beside him, he smiled gently.Quanzi once thought that Zhuang Yang was special to him, and he always smiled gently. It wasn't until he went to the Zhuang's house to teach bows and arrows that he realized that Zhuang Yang was actually very gentle to everyone, no matter if the person was his own servant or a rough farmer in Zhuli.

"Give you."

Quan Zi handed the flowers to Zhuang Yang, Zhuang Yang looked very surprised, he stared at the blue flowers in the flowerpot.

"This is a blue iris, where did you pick it?"

Zhuang Yang recognized this flower. When he was a child, he planted a lot of irises in his courtyard in Jinguan City, with colorful colors.At that time, Zhuang's mother liked flowers and plants, and Zhuang's father had countless flowers and plants in the yard because of her liking.

"On the mountain."

Quanzi is a short word, and he doesn't want Zhuang Yang to know about the difficult process.

Zhuang Yang has long realized that Gouzi doesn't talk much. He is young and will develop this habit. Obviously, there are few people who talk to him on weekdays, and he also lacked playmates in Fengli before.

"It's so beautiful, it's like reuniting with an old friend, thank you."

Zhuang Yang held the flowers in his arms, and his slender fingers touched the delicate flowers, with an extremely gentle expression on his face.

Quanzi thought that he must like it, and the dull pain from the wound on his foot was nothing at this time. Quanzi was very happy that he picked this flower from the cliff.

The "flower pot" for planting irises is a clay vase with a narrow mouth and pointed belly, which is not suitable for growing flowers.Zhuang Yang hurried back to the dealer's yard with the "flowerpot" in his hands.He found a flower pot at the back of the house, went to the utility room to get a shovel, dug the soil into the pot, and then transplanted the irises in the pot into the pot.

The farmer's yard is the site of bamboo shoots. If you put flowers in the yard, you will be bitten by bamboo shoots beyond recognition within a day.Zhuang Yang went up to the second floor with the flowerpots in his hands, placed the flowers at the entrance of the bedroom, and placed them on the fence of the wooden corridor.

You can see it every day when you go in and out of your bedroom. After getting up early in the morning, you can water it, which is very convenient.

Zhuang Yang looked at the flowers, still surprised that the dog would give him flowers.

There are many wild flowers in Zhuli, but after living for so many years, Zhuang Yang has never seen a wild iris, but he doesn't know which mountain the dog picked it from?

In the afternoon, Quanzi came to teach bow and arrow as usual.Every time at this time, Ah Li would come from the Zhang family with a bow and arrow on his back.Some servants of the Zhang family would come and watch curiously, even Zhang Xiang had come to see it once.She wondered when the child who was fighting so hard before became a good teacher and helpful friend.Like other onlookers, he was amazed at Quanzi's superb shooting skills.

Quanzi doesn't like to show off. When he shoots a bow, people around him boo him, but he doesn't respond.

Diligently taught Aping to bow and arrow, and finally Gouzi got paid.

Every day when Gouzi comes to the farmer's yard, he loves to look for Zhuang Yang's figure. When he sees Zhuang Yang, he feels full in his heart. Gouzi doesn't understand why this is so.

Zhuang Yang in the afternoon was leisurely and quiet, probably anyone who saw it would feel comfortable.

Zhuang Yang is not reading on the wooden corridor on the second floor; he is looking at the lotus leaves in the lotus pond; more often, he sits on his knees on the veranda, with a tapir cub named Bamboo Shoot lying beside him.The Zhuang family’s bamboo mats are exquisite, and there are pottery towns around the mats. Zhuang Yang sat upright among the pottery towns, leaning forward slightly, looking at the people shooting bows in the courtyard, looking elegant like a family member.

After teaching bow and arrow for several days, Quan Zi found that Zhuang Lan had the best eyesight. She stood far away and could see the target, followed by A Li, who was the worst in A Ping. He couldn't find it [-] paces away. Where is the target.

Even if he was practicing target shooting within ten steps, Ah Ping always shot many wooden arrows, and the wooden arrows fell all over the ground.

Quanzi squatted down to pick up an arrow. When he stood up, his movements seemed stiff, and he supported the tree trunk with his fingers.This was a very brief movement, and no one around the dog noticed it, except Zhuang Yang who was sitting on the veranda watching.

In the past, Quanzi walked vigorously, but today he faltered a little, especially when he squatted on the ground, Zhuang Yang thought that his legs and feet might be uncomfortable.Dogs often go in and out of the mountains and forests and are easily injured.

After Ah Ping and the others practiced separately, Quanzi walked to the veranda to rest. Zhuang Yang asked him, "Quuzi, what's wrong with your foot?" Quanzi was surprised, with no expression on his face. Do you think Zhuang Yang saw the scar?When squatting on the ground, did the trousers lift up, revealing the wound on the calf?

"Accidentally scratched."

Quanzi walked to Zhuang Yang's side and answered Zhuang Yang's question.

"I'll take a look."

Zhuang Yang got up and walked up to Quanzi, Quanzi had no choice but to pull up his trousers to show the wound.The dog's wound was bandaged with cloth strips, and it could not be seen how serious it was.

"Follow me upstairs, and I'll fetch the medicine for you."

Zhuang Yang went upstairs, and the bamboo shoots followed. Zhuang Yang walked briskly, and the bamboo shoots had short legs behind him, struggling to climb the stairs.When Quanzi saw it, he picked up the bamboo shoot with one hand, and the plump body of the bamboo shoot straightened, motionless.Gouzi felt a little pitiful looking at it, and hugged the bamboo shoots in his arms.It may be that during this period of time, Gouzi often came to the farmer's yard, and the bamboo shoots were familiar to him. It was lying in Gouzi's arms, quietly and relentlessly.

Dogs don't particularly like fluffy things, but for this tapir cub with a round face, round legs, short tail and short tail, he can't help feeling a little affection for it.Maybe because it is a small animal that Zhuang Yang loves very much.

When he came to the second floor, Quanzi saw a potted flower on the railing of the corridor at a glance, which was exactly the flower he gave Zhuang Yang.This potted plant has been well cared for, and the leaves were wilting before, but now it is full of vitality.Zhuang Yang took good care of it, which can be called a rejuvenation.

"Dog, come here."

Hearing Zhuang Yang's call, Quan Zi stepped into the bedroom.

It was the first time for Quanzi to enter Zhuang Yang's room. As soon as he stepped into the room, he smelled the smell of vanilla, and smoke was rising from an incense burner in the room.There are many mosquitoes in the bamboo, and the incense is to repel insects and eliminate miasma.

Zhuang Yang's bedroom is clean and dust-free, with a couch, a table, a lamp stand and an incense burner, simple and comfortable.The most eye-catching thing in the room should be a wooden frame with a complicated structure next to the desk.Inuzi was illiterate, and there were very few people in Fengli who could read. As for the collection of books, there was no one.As a result, when Quanzi saw Zhuang Yang's shelves full of books for the first time, he was very shocked.

"Dog, take your seat here."

Zhuang Yang opened a lacquer box and took out a palm-sized wooden box. The box was opened, and there was medicine powder inside.No ordinary family has such a medicine box.Because the siblings were young and there were many snakes and insects in the bamboo, Zhuang Yang prepared medicines for emergencies.

"You hand out your feet, and I'll give you medicine."

"I will do it myself,"

Seeing Zhuang Yang squatting down to help untie the cloth strips binding the wound, Quan Zi quickly refused.

The cloth was torn apart by Gouzi, and the wound appeared, which was not healed and was bleeding.Careful inspection revealed that the wound was not big but rather deep, as if it had been cut by some sharp object.Green herbs had been applied to the wound, leaving color on the skin.

"If you get injured in the future, come to me to get medicine."

Zhuang Yang dipped his handkerchief in water and wiped away the blood from the wound. His movements were slight, and the dog couldn't feel the pain.Quanzi looked at Zhuang Yang stupidly, he never thought that Zhuang Yang would help him treat the wound himself.

"If the powder is sprinkled, it will hurt a little, you hold it back."

Zhuang Yang twisted the powder and sprinkled it on the sore, Quanzi frowned, feeling that it was really painful.

"All right."

Zhuang Yang smiled, took a clean cloth strip from the wooden box, and bandaged the dog.His fingers were light and his movements were delicate, Quan Zi felt a little embarrassed when he saw Zhuang Yang nodding his head.

"Okay...Okay..."

Quanzi retracted his injured foot and put down his trousers.

"You take these medicine powders home, and remember to change them every day."

Zhuang Yang poured out the medicine powder in the box, divided one-half of it, wrapped the medicine powder in hemp paper, and handed it to the dog.Quanzi held the small packet of medicine powder in his palm, he should thank Zhuang Yang, but he just stared at Zhuang Yang, looking a little foolish.

"Brother Dog!"

"Brother Dog!"

The children's shouts came from downstairs, probably halfway through the practice, they realized that the master had disappeared.

Quanzi got up, saluted Zhuang Yang, and was about to leave the dormitory.Before Gouzi walked out of the door, Zhuang Yang asked behind him: "Gouzi is a baby name, right? Do you have a formal name?"

The word "Gouzi" is humble, I think it was named at that time in order to make a living, but now that Quanzi is a teenager, it is inappropriate to call him that.