In the woods east of Xiao Shi Village, five children around ten years old, their clothes made of hemp and their skin tanned by the sun, were crouching in the grass.,Suddenly, a voice came from behind, "Old man Which old man!","You're tearing up the roof of my house every day! Fine, the dog I can understand, but this stove! Where do you think I'm going to hide it You keep turning things over like you have a problem with them!"。