Chapter 101
This boy from the Moon Wolf tribe named Yue Wei actually didn't have any romantic feelings for the little girl Axia. His thoughts were actually very practical and simple. But when Little Pea looked at him with a look that said "You! Pedophile!", the boy felt embarrassed and annoyed. He walked in front angrily, even stepping on the ground with a lot more strength.
However, after this incident, the tense atmosphere between the two sides eased a lot. Perhaps it was because Yue Wei was sensitive enough to realize that Rong Yuan had no ill will towards them, so he gradually stopped standing up like a hedgehog, and was willing to talk to Rong Yuan about his own affairs.
In fact, this teenager was raising a babbling child all by himself, living in isolation in the wilderness. Although the external pressure made him more vigilant and fierce than ordinary teenagers, he was also much simpler than ordinary people and more eager to communicate with others.
According to Yue Wei , the Moon Wolf Clan is in a very difficult situation on this planet. This race is proud and freedom-loving by nature. They would rather die than bow to humans like other races and become slaves driven by humans. As a result, the Moon Wolf Clan has been hunted and killed by humans several times in history, and is almost extinct. Until now, from time to time, people carry hunting rifles and drive off-road vehicles to hunt the Moon Wolf Clan in the wilderness. This is how Axia's parents died. After their death, there were no other Moon Wolf Clan in this wilderness except Yue Wei and Axia. He didn't know if there were any surviving members of the tribe hiding in some corner somewhere else and struggling to survive.
In human textbooks, the Moon Wolf Tribe is a "beast" rather than a human. They do not even have the basic right to survive, let alone human rights and the right to education. However, when Yue Wei was a child, his mother was seriously injured by a hunter and fled home. Soon after, she died of her injuries. After his death, what was left to Yue Wei, in addition to endless pain and a lonely and helpless life, was a portable learning machine that was accidentally taken from a hunter. It was precisely because of this learning machine that Yue Wei did not become a complete beast. In fact, ten years of hard study made him master more sophisticated and richer knowledge than most ordinary people.
He also learned how to plant crops. The small piece of land Rong Yuan saw earlier was cultivated by him with his own hands. Due to the lack of tools, he cultivated it with great difficulty, but the harvest ensured that he and A-Xia could survive the cold and food-scarce winter. Not only that small piece of land, but Yue Wei also cultivated seven or eight other fields in other places. The distance between them was not close, and they were far away from where they lived. This was to ensure that if a hunter saw his farmland, he would not come directly to his house.
Of course, Yue Wei always remained vigilant and did not reveal all his situation. But who was Rong Yuan? In front of him, this boy was as simple as a baby. He did not need any tricks. In just a few words, the boy no longer had any secrets in his eyes.
After walking for half a day, they finally reached Yue Wei's home. They saw a castle with only ruins standing alone in the wilderness, most of it buried in the dust, but from the tall stone pillars, towering battlements, and exquisite and simple sculptures, it is not difficult to see how majestic and magnificent the castle was when it was intact. However, at this moment, the upper half of the castle was cut off diagonally like tofu. Even after a hundred years of erosion by the sun, moon, wind and sand, the cut surface is still as smooth and flat as a mirror, which makes people feel creepy at a glance.
Yue Wei's home was not in the castle, but in a annex building about ten meters away from the castle. Most of the annex building had been buried, and the windows and doors were in the mud more than ten meters deep. There was only an entrance on the side that was not much bigger than a rabbit hole, and a bunch of withered yellow weeds grew at the entrance. Anyone who saw such a hole would not think that there were people living down there. But in fact, the space down there was very spacious, and it was tidied up by the boy. Except for the very dim light, there was no difference from an ordinary family in other places.
Yue Wei took the sleeping A-Xia from Rong Yuan's hands, hugged the girl, lowered his head, and slid into the small hole. Rong Yuan certainly had no interest in drilling the rabbit hole with him, and his eyes fell on the castle that had become a ruin.
Pea sat on Rong Yuan's shoulder, holding his collar with her little hands, and stared at the castle quietly. Although Rong Yuan didn't mention it, it knew that this was the place where Rong Yuan had fought.
On that smooth cross-section, there is still a lingering aura of Rong Yuan, which will not dissipate even after thousands of years.
Eighty years ago in the Interstellar Calendar, two hundred and seventy-three years ago in the Zhongwu Star Calendar.
The rain was pouring down like the gods in heaven couldn't stand the things in the world, so they turned the river back to the sky. The heavy rain pattered on the flimsy roof, and the small and low house was already leaking everywhere. The family huddled in bed, hugging each other, trembling under the mighty power of heaven.
Outside this low house, over the vast wasteland, the black clouds seemed to be about to press down on the ground, thunder rolled in the black clouds, and the spider-web-like lightning seemed to tear the sky and the earth into pieces. Suddenly, there was a loud bang, and the earth seemed to tremble a few times. Qidan's sister Qilin screamed, threw herself into her mother's arms, covered her ears and burst into tears.
"White lotus, white deer, snow-capped mountains, ferry souls to the other shore; there are tens of thousands of sentient beings in the world, and their love, hate, sorrow and suffering increase day by day; four hundred kinds of diseases are like wind diseases, and there is no end to the tyranny and extortion; entangled with food and clothes for a lifetime, after death, only to go naked... The gods, goddesses, and asuras, in the clouds above the stars, send down thunderous sparks to destroy the mountains of sin; the violent and strong fall into the evil way, the murderers fall into the mountain of knives, the vicious ones are burned by fire, and the greedy ones have rotten hearts and lungs..."
Qidan hugged his mother's skinny legs and rested his chin on his knees, listening to his mother mumbling a long-standing ballad. His eyes stared at the sky covered with dark clouds, lightning and thunder through the cracks in the wooden window.
He always felt that before the loud noise, he seemed to see a huge flame streaking through the sky and falling down...
[Is it a ball of lightning? Or an illusion? ]
At daybreak, Qidan was awakened by a series of "duh, duh, duh" sounds. He opened his eyes and saw his father repairing the hole in the roof, and his frail mother coughing as she picked up some firewood and threw it into the fire. Above the fire hung a pot with some black stuff bubbling inside. That was their breakfast today.
The aroma of cooked beans spread throughout the room. The sleeping sister couldn't help but sniff, and a string of saliva flowed down the corners of her mouth.
Qidan sat up from the bed, rubbed his eyes, grabbed a handful of hair, helped his father fix the roof, and fed the chickens at home. After everything was done, his mother had already divided the bean soup, and his sister also got up from the bed. Qidan and his sister's bowls were mostly filled with well-cooked beans, while his father and mother's bowls were mostly filled with clear soup.
However, Qidan was already starving, his eyes were glued to the bowls, and he didn't notice the secrets in the bowls. He ate the beans quickly, poured some water into the bowls, and ate the last bit of bean dregs at the bottom of the bowls. He looked at the bowls, which were cleaner than his face, and sighed with satisfaction and regret. He looked up and saw his parents sitting at the table looking at him lovingly. Qidan scratched his hair embarrassedly and said, "Father, mother, have you finished eating?"
"Um."
Qidan's father Qiyang was a taciturn man. He responded sullenly and said no more.
Mother Jue Amu said, "Your father and I are going to work in the fields. You stay home and take good care of your sister. Don't forget to feed the chickens at noon."
"Oh, I get it, don't worry!" Qidan replied, patting his chest.
Qilin was a slow eater and was still licking the bowl. Jue Amu touched her little head and told her to listen to her brother. Then they took the kettle and tools and left together.
Such conversations actually happen every day, and they are almost the same every day, but the family never gets bored. It is these trivial and simple nagging that make them feel that they are a family and that they are needed and cared for.
Not long after his parents left, Qidan cleaned up the house and tidied up his sister's messy yellow hair into a pleasing look. Then the two of them walked out of the house hand in hand.
In the vast farmland, countless farmers are working with their backs bent, like tireless ants. Qidan and Qilin are young, so they only need to help turn over the wheat bundles and pick up wheat ears during the busy farming season. But in another six months, Qidan will have to work like his parents, and will have to work in the fields until he dies. This is his last free time.
There were still 17 or 18 children playing on the ridge of the field, all of them had big heads, thin necks, and skinny bodies. Because the land around here produced very little, and the superiors collected heavy taxes every year, no child except the boy from the village chief's family had ever had enough to eat.
Qidan was still thinking about the fire he saw last night. After saying hello to a few familiar friends and rejecting their invitation to play together, he took his sister's hand and headed in the direction where he saw the fire.
There was a low mountain several dozen kilometers away from the village. At this moment, the towering mountain had disappeared, leaving only a bottomless pit on the ground. The heavy rain last night had formed a stream, which flowed into the hole and gradually filled it up. A snow-white cocoon floated up from the hole, and then floated ...
