Sure enough, Xu Youcai had a complicated look on his face and gritted his teeth, but he didn't say any harsh words.
His roots are in Xujia Village, and his future prosperity will require the help of his neighbors and fellow villagers.
Xu Youcai's cousin Xu Youmao came forward at this time, squeezed out a smile and said: "Oh, Mrs. Jiang, we are all from the same village, and it was passed down by an ancestor, don't say it so unpleasantly.
Everything you see is a misunderstanding. We are also doing it for the good of the village. You and the village chief will just go away. Someone must take care of these houses and lands.
If someone takes it over, you won’t have a place to stay when you come back...don’t you think so? "
Xu Youcai is tall and domineering, while Xu Youmao is skinny and full of evil ideas.
The villagers left, leaving behind endless houses to live in and endless land to plant.
As long as he stays here, he can own the world and become a wealthy landlord.
Jiang Zhi couldn't even refute Xu Youmao's words. It seemed reasonable for him to help defend the village.
"Brother Mao, it's hard on you!" Jiang Zhi accepted it and did not comment on their behavior just now. He pulled Xiao Man behind him: "We still have to bring some things up, we won't come down again!"
The two Xu brothers laughed: "Okay, take it! Take as much as you can!"
Both of them hoped that the shrew would leave quickly and not prevent them from getting rich.
Among the refugees, a woman was still crying.
She thought that Jiang Zhi would be brave enough to uphold justice and help her get her things back. But when she saw Jiang Zhi was about to leave, she immediately shouted and rushed over: "You are with these robbers, please give me back the food."
Jiang Zhi: Don’t you look easy to bully? When the men were fighting desperately just now, I didn’t see you rushing to help fight them! Now I dare to block the road.
Before she could move, Xu Errui and Xiao Man stood in front of her.
Xu Errui's voice trembled: "My mother didn't steal your food, so what does it have to do with us!"
Xiaoman also said: "Your food is over there, go get it yourself!"
When the woman saw that she was unable to block the way, she knelt down and kowtowed to Jiang Zhi: "I beg you, please give us the things back! We are going to the capital, and both adults and children will have to eat on the way!"
There is a trace of contradiction in Jiang Zhi's heart. As a person who grew up in a peaceful era, he received high-standard moral education since he was a child. Helping others has become a gene engraved in his bones.
But she knew better that sometimes kindness was not rewarded, so there were often stories about the farmer and the snake. Moreover, the performance just now showed that this group of refugees was not a good person.
Xu Youcai and the others were willing to let him go, but they were worried about other people in the same village and could not let these refugees go.
At this hesitation, Xu Youmao shouted from the side: "Mrs. Jiang, why don't you let Er Rui and Xiao Man stay with us to guard the village, and you can share half of the food.
These people had traveled hundreds of miles and had plenty of food, and they often robbed others along the way. "
Robbery and robbery, no one is innocent.
Jiang Zhi didn't care about anything for a moment, picked up Er Rui and Xiao Man and left.
She admitted that she was an incompetent coward who could neither be a complicit nor a savior hero.
Amidst the screams of the refugees' curses and cries and Xu Youcai's arrogant laughter, Jiang Zhi and the others fled.
oops! The chaos outside was not suitable for me, so I had better hide and live my life.
As expected, there was a lot of quicklime piled up in the village chief's woodshed, and the three of them filled a large basket with straw baskets as the bottom.
In addition, since Xu Youcai agreed to take the things by himself, Jiang Zhi was not polite.
It was a rare opportunity, and while the Xu family was driving away the refugees, Jiang Zhi and the other three raided the kitchens of every household in the village.
The sweet potatoes and taros in the cellar had long been scraped away. Jiang Zhi only found a lot of salt stones and some melon, bean and vegetable seeds hanging on the wall. The vegetable seeds alone were enough to plant several acres of land.
In addition, there is an exquisite hand mill and a stone mortar that can grind rice. However, these things are heavy and difficult to move. In order to have fine grain to eat in the future, Jiang Zhi is prepared to exhaust himself.
Unexpectedly, when Xiao Man saw these two heavy goods, he shook his head vigorously: "My father is a stonemason, Aunt Jiang. If you are in a hurry, just move the stone mill. From now on, my father will find the stone and grind the stone mortar himself."
Is there such a good thing?
However, it is not unusual for rural people to know how to be masons and carpenters. Looking at Xiaoman's shed, it is not surprising that they can repair houses.
There are a lot of things to bring this time, including quicklime, stone mill, and the spinning wheel that Xiaoman wants to bring, each of which is a big item.
By the time everyone moved back to the charcoal shed on the mountain, it was already afternoon.
Qiaoyun had already cooked a pot of porridge, and thoughtfully simmered two sweet potatoes for her mother-in-law and husband in the fire.
Now one sweet potato is eaten less than one, and she doesn't dare to eat it anymore.
When Jiang Zhi returned to Tanpeng, he fell to the ground and couldn't get up. No matter how young he was, he had to admit defeat.
The bones in this body could not be deceived. Once again, she felt that her waist was about to break.
Opening up wasteland and farming have never been a distant place, and just these few days of pastoral life made her exhausted to death.
Fortunately, there is no need to do such heavy physical labor for a short period of time.
On the night when the three of them returned to the mountain, a section of the cliff suddenly collapsed in the dead of night.
The path under the cliff was instantly buried by a large amount of falling rocks. It would take at least half a month to dredge it again.
The mountain forest where Xiaoman's family and Jiangzhi's family are located has become a pure land isolated from the world.
If other people want to communicate with them, other than shouting at the top of their lungs at the intersection, they can only take a long detour and walk for an hour.
After a simple night's rest, the construction of Jiangzhi's small single room began the next day.
In the leveled open space, four holes were first dug, and then green tree trunks as thick as a bowl were inserted as pillars. They were filled with gravel and compacted. After the pillars were stable, the next step was to build the roof and walls.
The walls are built with stone flakes and yellow mud, and a gabled roof is built. The middle beam is the longest tree trunk, and it is fastened with a mortise and tenon structure cut out by two tripods.
This shed was originally intended to be a small single room, but after some repairs, it became a regular house with a roof covered with bark.
In order to prevent it from being blown away by the wind, the bark of the tree was paved with layers of found stones.
Old rules, Internet pictures
In the gaps in the bark, river branches are stuffed with dried moss dug from the ditch.
Moss is a good thing. In wilderness survival, moss must be used in places where shelters are built to prevent wind and heat. It is a natural thermal insulation material.
Xiaoman looked at this hut and admired it: "Aunt Jiang, this house is better than those thatched houses in the village. Look at this thick roof, you don't have to worry about heavy rain anymore."
Jiang Zhi was also very satisfied. Although the whole process was a bit painful, after watching so many videos, he finally built a perfect shelter for himself, and he felt proud in his heart.
I can't find the setting of the backing mountain wall in the book on the Internet map.
Now that you have a house, you still need furniture inside.
There was no bed or table, so Jiang Zhi still used yellow mud and pieces of stone, and then used wooden boards to build cabinets and stoves in the room that could store things, and also built a kang.
The reason why I said I was building a kang by the way is because it was Jiang Zhi’s first time doing it.
The kang in the pan is also small and exquisite, incomparable with those big kangs in a row of big bungalows.
Kang is a rare thing that has never been seen in Xujiacun.
No one has ever seen a cooking stove connected to a sleeping bed.
Even Mr. Man, who thought he was well-informed, came to see it.
Touching the kang surface made of thick yellow mud, and then looking at the flue coming out of the wall, Mr. Man fell silent.
For most of his life, he was buried up to his neck in soil. He was only used to digging a fire pit in the middle of the house to burn firewood and keep himself warm by the smoky fire. This kind of soil bed felt strange to him.
He looked at it for a long time and asked the most classic question for southern children: "Will cooking in the summer bake people?"
Jiang Zhi smiled and said: "If you don't light this stove in summer, or if you block the chimney hole, there will be no heat."
Xiao Manye still looked confused: "What's the heat? You said burning the Kang, burning the Kang, don't you have to use fire?"
Jiang Zhi burst into laughter: "Burning them directly on fire is like frying dried beans!"
