The valley is quiet and isolated from the world.

I went down the river in the valley, and I don’t know how far I drifted. The rugged mountains on both sides gradually became smoother, replaced by continuous peach trees. In winter, the branches and leaves fell and snowflakes pressed on the branches, just like the valley was full of pear blossoms.

Xu Buling lies on the water and closes his eyes, presses down the blood and blood that is surging between his chest and abdomen. He stops by the stream after his body returns to stability, stands up from the water, and looks around.

Surrounded by mountains, there is no cold wind in winter, only the silent snowfall. Looking around, you can't see any lights, and you can't find a way out. Looking at the traces by the river, I'm afraid no one has come to this deep mountain forest for hundreds of years.

Xu Buling looked around for a few times, without reference objects, and could not tell the difference between the east, south, west and north. At this time, he was a little stable, and the burning stinging pain on his arms came up. He lifted up his sleeves and looked at it. The black green had recovered, but it was still a little swollen, and it was probably not possible to disappear in a few days. His body was overloaded and he could obviously feel his body was weak and he was a little dizzy under the hunger and cold.

Last time I suffered a loss on Bodhi Island, Xu Buling was not afraid of starving to death in the snow and ice. He took out the emergency rations wrapped in oil cloth from the back of his belt and took a few bites with the cold river water, but it was really hard to swallow.

"call"

Xu Buling sat by the river, replenished his energy slightly, and then took a breath. His clothes were soaked. He slept in this ice and snowy place. He would definitely become an ice corpse tomorrow morning. He stood up, took off his robe, pulled some dead grass from under the snow, tied it with cloth strips and put it on his back and chest, barely resisting the cold.

After finishing all this, Xu Buling held a long knife and cut off the dead branches and rotten trees blocking the road, heading towards the edge of the valley to see if he could find the exit, or find a slightly warm place to make do with the night.

There seemed to be no living creatures in the valley, and there were thick fallen leaves and snow on the ground. In order to prevent the hole from being stepped on, the objects inside the animal trap were captured. Xu Buer asked to use a knife to spy on the objects while walking. After about half a quarter of an hour, the sound of the river behind disappeared and came to a relatively sparse forest.

"Woom"

When Xu Buling was exploring the road seriously, it might be that the long knife slashed the trees too much. A dog barking suddenly came from a distance, which was obvious on a snowy night, and even with a little echo.

Xu Buling initially thought it was a wolf guard's hunting dog, and immediately lowered his body and listened to the surrounding area. However, there was no sound of a large group of people walking around. Instead, the sound of the wooden door opening and closing came.

There are still residents in this ghost place?

Xu Buling was a little confused, but it was too common for several families to live in the deep mountains of this world. Most of them fled into the mountains for war before Jiazi, and were isolated from the world without caring about the world. Although it was not as exaggerated as the Peach Blossom Land, it was normal to not move outside for many years. It was probably the meaning of "the sound of chickens and dogs is heard, and they will never interact with each other when they die."

After hearing the dog barking, Xu Buling walked over there, paying attention to the movement along the way to avoid being ambushed.

Not far away, the dense forest became wider and the ground was relatively flat, but it was still full of peach trees. The trees were very small, and some were just small saplings. Xu Buling looked at it carefully. The trees were arranged neatly and were equally spaced. It was obviously planted manually. You could see a few small vegetable fields when you walked in.

"Is anyone?"

Xu Buling was afraid to scare the local natives, so he shouted, but there was no response in the night. Instead, the dog rushed over from the darkness fiercely and bit Xu Buling's arm with a "scream".

Seeking death!

Xu Buling raised his hand casually and knocked the dog's head with the back of the knife. The puppy with black fur fell down without even humming.

It was cold in winter nights, and Xu Bull trembled with coldness. He looked down at him and saw that the little black dog was quite clean. He held the warm dog in his arms to keep warm, continued to move forward, walked about fifty steps away, and reached a fence.

There are three small houses in the fence, which are quite elegantly decorated. There is a lounge chair under the melon rack in the yard, and several rows of flower pots are neatly placed next to the fence. There is a relatively large tree next to the house, with stone mills and other objects placed under it.

"My fellow countryman? Is there anyone?"

Xu Buling just heard the movement of opening and closing the door. He knew that there must be someone nearby. He waited for a while and saw no response. He was so cold that he stepped into the yard and listened in front of the main house. There was no movement. He walked to the window of the side house and listened.

There is a slight breathing sound in the side room. From an angle, it should be underground.

Most of the small farmyards in this world have cellars that store grain and vegetables in normal times, and avoid bandits and soldiers during wars. Depending on the situation, they treat him as a bandit.

Seeing this, Xu Buling did not force himself to break out, but just said politely outside the window: "My fellow villager, I will stay here for one night and leave tomorrow morning. I will pay the money. I am really disturbing."

There was still no response in the room.

Seeing this, Xu Buling didn't say much, and hugged the warm little black dog and came to the opposite side room.

Opposite is the kitchen, without a door, and there is a small doghouse made of wood next to it. It is relatively simple and covered with some hay.

Xu Buling put down the little black dog, entered the kitchen, and came to the earthen stove, touched the fire stick on the stove, threw the hay and firewood piled up next to it into the stove hole, and after igniting it, the kitchen suddenly became a little brighter.

The kitchen is not big and it is neatly tidy. The water tank and bucket are placed at the door. There are wooden tables on it, with clay pots of firewood, rice, oil and salt on it. The small cutting board is leaning vertically against the window. There are a few dried fish hanging on the window. There are not many things in the cupboard on the wall, only a wooden plate, a wooden bowl and a pair of chopsticks, stacked together, and there are several small wine jars next to it. Everything is neat and there is not even a little dust.

Xu Buling walked up to him and looked at him for a few seconds. He could see that he was living alone. Judging from the size of the bowl, he didn't eat much. He probably was a very frugal and obsessed with cleanliness. He picked up the wine jar next to him, opened the plug and sniffed it. It must be the wine he brewed himself, and the taste was not very good.

Because the body's calorie loss was too serious, Xu Buling took the idea of ​​paying money tomorrow and drank the wine in the wine jar in one go.

The bitter wine entered the throat, the body warmed a little, and the feeling of hunger in the stomach surged up.

Xu Buling looked around and found that he was almost frozen to death by hunger and cold, and he was not too polite. He put a few spoonfuls of rice in the millet jar, washed the rice and cooked it on a small stove, and then prepared some dishes.

There are no vegetables in the middle of winter. The most nutritious thing is stewed dog meat, especially black dogs.

Xu Buling looked at the little black dog who fainted at the door, licked his lips, but finally he was embarrassed to eat the door god. Instead, he took a few salted fish from the window, took out the pickled sauerkraut from the jar next to the stove, and made sauerkraut fish in a large pot.

Xu Buling's cooking skills are not good, and he was disliked by Aunt Lu, but he will definitely not kill anyone.

After about half an hour, a pot of steaming fish soup became cooked. I guess it could be eaten, but the color was a bit like looking up at the starry sky pie.

Xu Buling blinked and said, "A real man is not careful about the details." He then took the bowls and chopsticks, served fish soup and the white rice, and sat on a small wooden stool behind the earthen stove to have a feast.

People are hungry and everything they eat is delicious, let alone this kind of freezing weather, it feels really good after entering.

Although Xu Buling is not fat, his strong body is awesome. If he wants to support such a large amount of consumption, his appetite will definitely be amazing. A large pot of rice and a full pot of fish soup will make him eat no drop.

The hot soup and bonfire made the body sweat, and the soreness in the body immediately subsided a lot.
Chapter completed!