The road up the mountain was not easy to walk. Jiang Zhi had been mentally prepared for it, but only after he actually set foot did he realize that he wanted to take things easy.
The mountains here are not mountains of earth, but mountains of rocks. The so-called roads are the drainage ditches between the rocks, which are narrow and uneven.
The sharp stones washed away by the rain hurt the soles of the feet, and the gravel would roll under the feet. If one did not take a steady step, the person would roll down the mountain with the gravel.
Xu Errui has been coming and going on this mountain since he was a child. He collects firewood every day and walks quickly. This is not difficult for him.
Fortunately, Jiangzhi was a child who grew up in a rural area in modern times. He still had to walk over mountains and ridges in places that were not reached by the “Village to Villages” program.
And she was also a peasant woman who worked quickly.
She just adjusted to the pace a little, and followed Xu Errui in front of her with the same things on her back.
The foot of the mountain near the village is often cut down for firewood, leaving only ungerminated tree stumps and scorched withered grass.
As the mountain gradually climbs higher, there are miscellaneous trees on both sides of the path, gurgling mountain springs appear and disappear in the gaps between the rocks, and there is even a touch of green beside the water. Those are grass sprouts waiting to greet spring.
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This is simply a paradise for modern people to spend money on hiking, but Jiang Zhi was so tired that he wanted to curse.
Walking under the tall green hills and trees, stopping and walking all the way, we finally arrived at our charcoal shed, which was a flat piece of land barely built in a sloping green hill forest, about ten square meters.
The internet picture probably looks like this
The people in Xujiacun are still kind-hearted, and the shed is still there after not being used in two years.
The sticks are the walls and the bark is the top. It looks like it has a cover, but it actually leaks rain. It looks like it has a wall, but actually it leaks wind.
As soon as Jiang Zhi entered, his face was covered with cobwebs.
Xu Errui put his own basket in the shed and put Jiang Zhi's as well, then pulled up his sleeves to wipe his sweat.
Jiang Zhi gasped and looked around the shelter. Because it was a pile of charcoal, the ground was dark with layers of charcoal dust, and there were some broken charcoal residue piled in the corner.
These are waste products that could not be sold before and could only be discarded, but they are good things for people who have fled now.
Xu Errui saw that his mother was interested in these charcoal residues, so he pointed to the back of the shed and said, "There is also waste charcoal behind, which we poured out before."
"Well, shovel the ground clean and put some new soil on it, and then repair the shed again." Jiang Zhi quickly made arrangements and looked around again.
The wooden shed did not collapse, which saved a lot of work. The few pillars can be used just fine, and only the roof needs to be replaced.
What made her most satisfied was that there was a mountain spring next to the charcoal shed.
Although it is not big, thin water lines gather into a pond. The water color is translucent, but it is soaked with fallen leaves and looks messy.
The two said they wanted to clean up the charcoal shed and would start immediately after taking a rest.
Jiang Zhi shoveled the soil with the hoe he brought, while Xu Errui used a hatchet to chop the vines and thorn bushes growing next to the shed.
After working busy for an hour, during which time they ate half a grain cake with the mountain spring, the two finally cleaned up the charcoal shed.
The old soil and fallen leaves of thorns are piled in the green hills and woods, and the new yellow-brown soil is spread on the side of the charcoal shed, which looks pleasing to the eye.
Jiang Zhi also felt relaxed for the first time.
At this time, the sky was starting to get dark, and we needed to go down the mountain and go home quickly.
It is said that it is easier to go up a mountain than it is to go down a mountain. In fact, going down a mountain is easier in a sense.
The backpacks of the two of them were already empty. Except for taking the initiative to take the first step, the rest of the journey was almost an involuntary trot, crawling and rolling.
It takes two hours to go up the mountain and only thirty minutes to go down. Standing at the door of his home, Jiang Zhi's legs were still trembling.
Although the original person is already a grandmother, she is actually only in her thirties. In modern times, she is still a proper young adult. Otherwise, she would be exhausted from all the hard work.
In the evening, my daughter-in-law Qiaoyun took out a casserole and cooked a pot of sweet potatoes and whole grains.
After placing the tables and benches that had been knocked over during the day, Qiaoyun first served her mother-in-law with a bowl of dry food from the bottom of the pot, and then gave her husband Xu Errui a large bowl of thicker food. Finally, there was a little bit of paste left on the edge of the pot, which she then brushed with clean water. Her own.
Under the big oil lamp, there were clearly three people in the room, except for Nie Fantian, but it was deathly silent, and no one spoke.
Jiang Zhi looked at the dark porridge in the stoneware bowl in front of him, and the bowl of kimchi in the middle of the table that Qiaoyun had specially chopped into small pieces, and his heart was already turned upside down.
This kind of food is not unfamiliar to her at all. She grew up eating it like this when she was a child.
Especially this kind of pickled radish tassels, the taste is just like Sichuan pickles that have remained unchanged for thousands of years.
Am I in a book or in a parallel world of Bashu?
Jiang Zhi didn't hold his chopsticks in a daze, and Qiao Yun and Xu Errui next to him didn't dare to eat, even though the two young people were already hungry.
Under the table, Qiaoyun kicked Xu Errui's legs and asked him to talk.
Xu Errui huffed and said, "Mom, Xiaotian...he is just a heartless person. Don't be angry, mom. He's gone anyway. If you don't recognize him from now on."
Jiang Zhi slowly came back to his senses: "Who are you talking about?"
Xu Errui opened and closed his mouth twice, muttered and said again: "Xiaotian, he has no conscience, mother, don't be angry!"
"Xiaotian!" Upon hearing this name, Jiang Zhi gradually came to a realization.
At the end of the book, the kid wants to be the regent. As long as he survives to the end, he will definitely be able to return to reality.
Yes, you must live.
The world in the book is too cruel, so it’s better to return to reality quickly.
Everything has to be lost to become valuable.
At this time, Jiang Zhi discovered that the peaceful age and subsistence life that he had long been accustomed to in modern times were things that others only dreamed of.
When his mother said "Xiaotian" and was in a daze again, Xu Errui didn't know what to do.
He thought that Xiaotian was not one of his own family in the first place, so he should not mention it again in the future.
Under Qiaoyun's urging, he was about to speak again when his mother pushed the bowl away: "Qiaoyun, pour the three bowls of porridge into the pot, stir them together, and then serve them to us."
Qiaoyun stood up in shock: "Mom, I don't dare!"
Jiang Zhi took matters into his own hands and poured the three bowls of rice back into the pot: "Qiaoyun, remember, the next meal should be served in the same way.
I am the elder and should eat well, Errui is the hard worker in the family and should eat well. You have a child in your belly and you should eat well. From now on, we must eat well every time. "
Jiang Zhi grew up in a rural area. No matter how difficult his family was, he never heard of anyone having this kind of one-pot meal divided into three categories.
In the final analysis, it is caused by insufficient food and lack of materials.
Watching a pregnant woman drink clear soup makes me unable to eat.
Xu Errui rubbed his hands with a silly smile on his face: "Mom, what can we eat?"
Qiao Yun pinched the corner of her clothes, her face flushed: "Mom, this, this is against the rules!"
When she was at her parents' house, she was the last person to eat crispy rice soaked in water.
When we arrived at Xu's house, although her mother-in-law had a bad temper, she still kept herself full with rice and clear soup, while Xiaotian was the one who ate rice with clear rice and crispy rice.
Now that Xiaotian is gone, it is natural for him to eat by himself.
Jiang Zhi slapped his hand on the table: "What are the rules? As long as I have the final say in this family, you have to listen to me. Those are the rules."
As a result, Qiaoyun had the most equal meal in her life.
Even though it’s not the piece of meat I only eat during the Chinese New Year, I still feel warmed to my heart.
However, now is not the time to eat and sleep comfortably. As soon as the family of three put down their bowls, they heard someone knocking on the courtyard door again. Xiao Man's loud voice shouted: "Aunt Jiang, Brother Er Rui, refugees have entered the village!"
