In the morning, the sky is getting brighter.

The children are still snoozing, and the busy girls and wives who get up early are preparing breakfast.

Feng Yingman had no clue about what happened in his dream last night. With the dried fish in his mouth, he went to the fence outside the wall to look at the ducks and white geese. When he walked to the collapsed gap, he stopped and glanced at the shore and lake water. Everything was as usual. , was the same as usual, and there was no chunky old man.

Suddenly, his eyes seemed to see something incredible.

I didn't notice that the fish in my mouth was dry.

His eyes were fixed on a green bamboo spear on the shore. The bamboo spear slanted and plunged deeply into the sand, and the angle was in a straight line with himself on the gap...

Why do things in dreams really exist?

Feng Ying's body was stiff, and after some hesitation, she decided to go and have a look. It was just a bamboo pole anyway.

With one kick, his legs jumped up from the gap in the stone wall and landed exactly in front of the bamboo spear.

"..."

Obviously it's a dream.

But the things in the dream still exist after waking up, and the brain who only knows how to fish, farm, and raise poultry can't figure it out.

He slowly raised his hand and held the emerald green bamboo spear in his palm. Then, the bamboo pole slanted into the mud and sand faded and faded away. He was holding it in his hand. ?

Biting her lower lip, it hurts a lot.

Feng Ying couldn't find any words to describe it.

The palm is empty, and the previous touch is still there.

The waves hit the shore, and the water rolled up the sand to fill the holes left by the bamboo spears. When the waves receded, no traces could be seen.

She was dazed for a moment, and Feng Ying was awakened by the noise of the noisy ducks and white geese.

Since the storm hit the reef, there have been more and more strange and unexplainable things.

Take a long breath.

She shook her head and put aside her doubts for a while. Real life was more important. She turned around and walked to the fence to check. There were quite a few ducks and geese. At night, there were hounds watching the night and wild beasts dared not steal poultry. Collect the eggs, open the fence and let the ducks and geese go out for food.

With the egg, he climbed over the stone wall and returned to the camp in a trance.

There was no fire in the morning, and the thick smoke was easily discovered by the bad guys. For breakfast, I could only eat the leftover grilled fish from last night.

After dinner, the bored girls and wives made fishing gear, weaved fish cages and made clips, and by the way, continued to improve the temporary shacks.

The eldest sister-in-law next door suggested finding someone to follow Taniguchi.

Feng Ying thought that she was the most agile, so she took the initiative to take over the job, packed her things and set off.

Take a few clips that have been cut, pick up a bamboo tube snail on the shore, and fold a few reeds.

Bring bamboo spears and other sundries as well as a few dried fish for lunch, put on a straw hat and row a boat to leave the camp, stick to the rock wall to the narrow mouth of the valley, hide the boat between two boulders, and climb up with the messy debris Extends to the rocks in the lake.

There is a dimple in the front end of the rock. Feng Ying often came to play when he was a child. When the sun heats the stone, he can lie down and sleep in it, and he can also sit in it and fish.

He looked around and glanced at the fishing village in the distance where the smoke from the cooking was rising in the early morning. The faint blue smoke floated over the village like a thin layer of cloud.

Not seeing anything unusual, he lowered his head to make fishing gear.

Tie the long thin hemp rope with a clip, tie the other end of the hemp rope to the end of the fishing rod, grab the bait, choose a position where you feel there are fish, and throw it into the water, then insert the fishing rod into the crack of the rock, and leave the rest to the will of God .

After finishing his work, he raised his head and glanced.

There was a layer of mist on the river surface in the morning, and it floated close to the river surface. Although I could see the fishing villages on the shore, I couldn't see the river surface.

I vaguely saw fishing boats scattered in the village, thinking that it was the villagers who went into the water to fish, but after watching for a while, I found that it was abnormal. Those fishing boats did not go to the waters where they often fish, but went to a farther place.

Behind Taniguchi came the sound of quack ducks.

Feng Ying turned around to pick up some small stones, aimed them and threw them in front of the ducks. He used the stones to drive the ducks back to the valley.

Looking back again, trying to figure out what those people were doing in the lake.

It's quite sad to say that the dignified lake **** is actually helpless against the bad guys, remembering that the mountain **** mother-in-law said that the **** seal was silent, could it be that the short fat old man also had the same problem with the mountain **** mother-in-law?

I really wanted to drag the two gods out to talk, but in just a few words, everything was clueless.

Borely stalking.

While fishing, I waited for the fog on the river to dissipate, but when the fog dissipated, I still couldn't see clearly.

The crow's unique cry came from the cliff.

Looking up, Feng Ying immediately found a way to see further.

Take off the straw hat and press it with a stone to avoid being blown into the water by the wind.

Roll up your sleeves, tie up your trouser legs, look up at the rocks, choose a climbing route, and climb directly with your bare hands. With a physical fitness far beyond ordinary people, you are as agile as an ape. After realizing it, a cold sweat broke out.

She didn't dare to stand up, she grabbed the bushes on the top of the cliff and squatted down, stretched her head and looked down, her heart was cold.

Rock climbing is easy to go up the mountain and difficult to go down...

Feng Ying regretted rock climbing a little bit, so he had to come here and have a look first.

Squatting up and looking far away, you can basically see the boats on the lake and the movements of the people.

Seeing that every boat had people going into the water, Feng Ying was sure that they were villagers. There was only one person left in the fishing boat. Judging from their clothes, they were all strangers and wicked people from outside.

Why does the nail dragon vein go into the water?

Could it be that the dragon veins are in the water, so it can be nailed when you enter the water? It doesn't look like it.

Observing the lake in the distance in a dazed way, boats are scattered everywhere, more like salvaging something.

Feng Ying couldn't do anything at the moment, she could only stay on the top of the cliff and watch. From morning to noon, her wheat-colored freckled face became more and more angry, because those bad guys didn't treat the villagers as human beings at all...

Even if he has been proficient in water since he was a child, he could not stay in the water all the time.

Those villains waved sticks on fishing boats and drove the villagers to dive in various places. After exploring one water area, they immediately changed to another water area.

The same village is neighbors from generation to generation. The villagers helped him to let his grandfather go to the ground two days ago. Feng Ying remembers this kindness. Let's see how he is not angry when he is driven by the wicked, and he also has the desire to become stronger in addition to his anger. Reminds me of rusty iron knives.

In the past, even if I practiced swords in my dreams, I didn't care that my body became stronger. I still fished for a living, and I never thought about fighting with people.

The helpless thing is that there are always people trying to interfere with others, even if the two sides have never met without injustice.

Hatred and anger can change a good person.

He looked at the fishing village and his deserted home.

"I want to go back."

I have never been so eager to go back to the village, get that rusty iron knife, and change my destiny.

After she made up her mind, her whole person was completely different from before, her appearance did not change, but her aura became completely different. She was no longer the girl from the fishing village she used to be, and her fate changed faster.

It was too conspicuous during the day, so I made up my mind to go home in the dark at night.

It's pointless to watch it any longer. It's better to go fishing. Feng Ying is looking everywhere for a way to go on.

Lucky to find a long vine, slide down the cliff along the long vine, return to the stone nest again, see the fishing rod trembling and bend like a bow, lucky to catch a big fish.

Quickly tied it with a string from the mouth of the fish through the gills, and then tied it to the stone.

Looking back at the fishing village, he continued to install clips for fishing.

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