Chapter 13 Thirteen

The sun is warm.Pebbles and gravel rattle under my feet.There is no one in a radius of more than ten miles, and I am the only one walking on the deserted beach. "Only, have, me, one, one!" This is freedom.Sleeping in a big room for four years, queuing up for work, queuing up for work, queuing up for cooking, and doing four years of intensive labor, I am only alone in a vast space, how happy I am! The flood came down from the mountain, rushing out a series of deep ditches, and it was like a cobbled road winding up the hillside.Large and small pebbles exude a steel-blue glow in the sun.The barren beach slopes slightly towards the plain, and the tone of the scene is resolute and severe.Everything remained unmoved, except for a small earth-colored lizard. When it saw me coming, it either wagged its tail and ran desperately, leaving a series of flustered little footprints along the way; The small eyes stare at me.It was ridiculous!In this season, there are no shallots and cistanche, otherwise I can pull as many as I like and munch on it.Am I not alone?Am I not free?Now, even the air belongs to me!However, at this time, there were only dried Achnatherum splendens and jujube on the barren beach.Jujube is a thorny shrub that is actually the scientific name for thorns.thorns!This word makes my heart pound.

I shrugged, swung the pannier up and down, and strode through the thorns. The beautiful rose has shed its blossoms, and is like the prickly briar. I regard thorns as a field covered with flowers, and nothing in the world can torture me. Even if the underworld sends bull-headed horse noodles, I still have five catties of rhubarb radishes! "De'er Peng! De'er Peng! De'er Peng, Peng, Peng!..." I beat the big drum in my heart, and strode across the wasteland with my back basket on my back. In front, there is a two-meter-wide drainage ditch.In the morning, the ice was still frozen solid, but after noon, many suspicious small blisters appeared under the ice layer-this is the appearance of the ice layer melting.However, this gutter is so long that it has no ends on the east and west sides, and there is no bridge in the middle.I walked over, walked over, chose a relatively narrow place, picked up a piece of earthen garbage and threw it on the ice. With a sound of Dong, the earthen garbage shattered, but the ice did not break.I figured I could take the plunge.

A distance of two meters, if I am strong and strong, as the letter to my mother said; if I don't have five catties of yellow radish on my back, I can still jump over it.But this time the situation is exactly the opposite.I just jumped on the ice layer 30 centimeters offshore with my front foot, and with a click, the ice layer broke!I fell into the ditch on my back with the basket on my back.I smashed a hole in the thin ice, like an impression, exactly the same shape as my fallen body.I didn't care about myself, I stood wet in the knee-deep ice water, and looked at the basket, there were only two or three yellow radishes left in it!

Anyway, the padded jacket was already soaked, and I didn't even tie up my sleeves, so I fumbled in the ditch angrily.I didn't touch half of it until my whole body was numb from the cold and my calf felt like needle pricks.I had no choice but to reluctantly climb to the ditch and pick up the leftovers after the catastrophe into the back basket.On the shore, I cheered up like a dog in the water, picked up the basket and left.After walking a long way, I still looked back lingeringly, as if the yellow radish at the bottom of the ditch would jump ashore by itself like a frog.