Surdak waved his hand at random and crossed the depressed market at the entrance of the village to enter Wall Village.
Looking at the village in perfect order, there are always some elderly people in the village sitting in reclining chairs. They are basking in the warm sun in this winter, and they are covered with thick felt blankets and squinting at the blue sky and white clouds in the distance. It is the first time that they don’t need to worry about not enough food in winter, and they don’t need to go to the snow to find those buried seabuckthorn fruits, and they don’t need to worry about the collapse of the roof because of the snowstorm.
The swimming reservoir still stores water. I don’t know how long it has been dry. Is it a month, two months … or three months? After the harvest festival, there is nothing in the stream. All the springs in the water are accumulated in the reservoir.
Nowadays, villagers will go to the village square for washing clothes or drinking water. There are five faucets here, which are the cleanest and clearest mountain springs. Women are still used to squatting in a row with faucets, washing clothes in cold weather and chatting with children. The village square is very lively here.
It used to be a children’s courtyard next to the wooden workshop, but there are a few brand-new wagons outside the eye.
However, it is more interesting to visit the village near the yellow sheepfold by the stream. In addition to enclosing a large piece of land with nearly 70 horses, there are actually more than 50 dromedary camels in another fold.
Surdak captured many camels when he intercepted the desert robbers, but not so many.
At last, some women in that group saw Surdak, and their laughter became louder. Natasha village women ran out of the crowd, blushing with shame, but they bravely went to meet Surdak, with big eyes and watery eyes.
Surdak didn’t speak and looked at Natasha intently, waiting for her to approach, bend over and stretch out her strong arms to get Natasha into her arms, and let her sit in front of the saddle with her hands on her soft waist and ride towards the home.
There was laughter and loud whistling in the square behind him. A group of children chased the horses and didn’t stop until they saw the gate of Surdak’s house in the distance.
Surdak jumped from the horse with one hand holding Natasha’s slender waist, and let Natasha lean against the doorway wall, holding her delicate and flowery face and gently licking her soft lips.
Natasha is also very enthusiastic response at this moment …
Until little Peter’s feet sounded, "Mom, what are you doing?"
Natasha is like a panicked rabbit struggling from Surdak’s arms.
Surdak is wiped to wipe his mouth and bent down to hold little Peter in his arms. With the other hand, he took Gubo to the horse and walked into the hospital.
Chapter 645 Winter Mountain Village 2
Life always seems to change inadvertently, but there are always people who like to trace back the past along the memory road.
The courtyard was very clean, and there was almost no residual snow. There was a black-and-white cow in the stable, and she bowed her head and ate forage in the wooden trough. Surdak led the horse into the stable. This ancient Bolai horse seemed to be very dissatisfied with the old residents in the stable, and was a little restless. The cow kicked the horseshoe and ate forage quietly, and she was not interested in the clown performance of ancient Bolai horse.
Rita heard the noise and came out to help Surdak unload the saddle for the horse so that it could be comfortable in the stable and kept stroking its head to make it quiet.
"Going out for so long this time?" Rita poured a basket of forage into the trough and then bought a bucket of water and said to Surdak
Surdak said to Rita next to the post holding little Peter’s stable, "Er, I went to Bena City and went to Pupusan Mountain sulfur mine to do some things. Now the road from Wall Village to sulfur mine has been repaired. Sometimes I can take you around or look at my territory."
Rita looked north with a hint of awe in her eyes.
For many people in Woer village, Pustuca Mountain is a dead place. The black sky covers a large area of barren land, and volcanic ash seals everything up. It is desolate and dry, and there is no water source. Even the limestone iguana with the strongest vitality can slowly turn into dead branches and rotten leaves near the edge of the volcano.
Rita curled her lips and said dismissively, "What’s so good about pustule mountain? The middle age there is covered with a black canopy. The sky is full of volcanic ash. There is no one in the deserted land, but if there is no mask, I’m afraid we wouldn’t dare to go in. I heard that there are fires burning all over the mountain?"
Rita’s eyes are long and full of curiosity.
Surdak held little Peter and Rita behind him and said, "There are lava rivers everywhere, and there are exposed rivers and lurking places outside. It’s hot everywhere, but it’s not as exaggerated as you said. It’s not too livable. Compared with those, Wall Village is a paradise."
Rita followed Surdak with a wooden bucket. She is not tall. In winter, women here often wear jackets. She looks at the magnificent reservoir dam not far away and says with some emotion, "Yes, the village of Wal-Mart looks like heaven now, and I have forgotten the taste of miscellaneous grain cakes."
Little Peter, clinging to Suldak’s arms, said childishly to Rita behind him, "Aunt, if you want to go to pustule mountain, remember to take me."
Rita smiled and walked to evoke little finger Peter’s nose. She smiled and said, "If you can guarantee that you won’t cry even if it rains and fires overhead, I’ll take you."
Little Peter really nodded his head and said childishly, "I’m sure I won’t cry …"
There are two wooden figures near the fence in the courtyard. There are some shallow knife marks on the oak wooden figures. It seems that little Peter insists on practicing basic fencing every day. There are two arrows hanging on the wall next to the wooden figures, and several messy arrows are inserted on the target surface.
Just outside the courtyard, you can see the fifth reservoir, which is covered with thick snow. The layers of dams are built on the top of the dam, and the mountains and snow blend together. It looks very spectacular.
Suldak came into the room with little Peter in her arms. Old Sheila was sitting in a rocking chair by the fireplace, slightly closing her eyes and baking her knees on fire. She looked like she was asleep with a thin blanket.
Natasha has brought a plate of steaming broth to the dining room, and she has put two hard and hard wheat cakes upright next to the fireplace, which will make the wheat cakes taste fragrant and crisp. I still remember that when I returned to Wal ‘er village last summer, the villagers were hungry, and the thatched cottage of old Sheila’s house leaked water very seriously. Good spring has always been a dry season and it has not been greatly affected.
At that time, there seemed to be a little chestnut face and hardship in the family except for a miscellaneous grain. From the moment when the man bowed his head and silently chewed wheat cakes, he slowly disappeared, and he was promoted from a trainee knight to an aristocratic baron. Although this title is still hereditary at present, it is the only one in Wall Village without even a knighthood.
Today, he still silently guards the village of Wall and this barren land.
Natasha’s chair next to Surdak sat down and looked at him tenderly. Little Peter climbed into Natasha’s arms. Natasha looked at Surdak with a dusty face and volcanic ash hanging all over him and said to him, "I’m going to burn some bath water …"
Although there is already a cook in the family, Natasha still likes to do everything herself. She and Rita are both hard-working women.
Natasha wore a cotton dress belt and knitted a sweater with a very slender waist. She wore a sweater as white as milk, and her neck and clavicle were exposed. Her long blond handkerchief was tied into a ponytail behind her head. Maybe it was a long time since I saw it. Gensoul Ducker felt that Natasha’s back was particularly soft.
After filling your stomach, your body also relaxes.
Suldak was lying in a warm bath. He closed his eyes and felt the perception of the water rippling around him. With the water ripples, Gensoul Dadak had a wonderful feeling. Then the journey brought drowsiness to the edge of his headrest bath …
Thinking about how to remind his family of his proposal to the Marquis House in Lu Se, Bena City, Surdak felt that it was a little difficult to say when he faced Natasha himself. Maybe he should discuss it with old Sheila first, but he didn’t want to face old Sheila alone. He always felt a little guilty when his eyes stared at him.
Later, he calculated that if a cavalry battalion was to be set up in winter, whether it was a horse or a cavalry, it was urgent for the horse to solve it