Liang Chuan lay down for several more days before going to the ground. Although his legs were still limping, Yi Niang got him two wooden crutches. Although it was troublesome to hold the crutches with both hands, he could basically decide where he wanted to go. Do simple stretching exercises every day to keep some muscles in your body active. After lying down for so many days, your limbs will degenerate.
The heavy snow had passed at the beginning of winter, and Yi Niang said that the winter solstice would be in a few days. She needs to prepare well.
When it was still dark, Lin Yiniang went out. As usual, the millet porridge in the pot continued to cook. Liang Chuan got up and walked out slowly and quietly with two crutches.
The mottled wooden door has left traces of time, and the sun shines in from the outside world through the cracks in the door. The latch was not closed, because Yi Niang would come back later, and the door was only closed gently and opened with a creak of hands.
The warm sunshine slowly shines on people's faces through the cracks in the door. Occasionally, a cold wind blows by, but it does not appear to be too cold. The temperature in the south is not too low in winter. The wind and sunshine accompany this moment. It won't hurt your heart. Liang Chuan hadn't seen the sun for a long time, and his pupils shrank suddenly. He couldn't help but cover his face with his hands. The sun shone on his hands, and through them, he looked ruddy and energetic. He felt the temperature on his hands, which was warm and refreshing. More energetic.
The air in this era is really fresh and refreshing. Although the air is cold, there is a vague sweet smell, which is the fragrance of the earth or the fragrance of green grass and green leaves. For modern people like them who are used to breathing exhaust fumes, modern air is like the smell of latrines.
It's really time travel.
As far as the eye can see, there are all mud houses made of lumps of earth, covered with thick thatch roofs. There are only a few farmhouses that seem to be better off. The walls are built with pebbles or blue bricks, which look much stronger. Well, at a glance, there are only a few such houses.
Where can I find such a large area of ancient buildings now? Even if it is an old rural house in the most remote mountainous area in the Yunnan-Guizhou-Sichuan area in the remote mountainous areas of the west, as long as there are residents living together, there will be more or less modern structural concrete buildings. And here, as far as you can see, they are all ancient Chinese-style structures, mostly based on wood, stone and earth-stone structural systems. On the other side of the river, it seems that the lives of ordinary people will be better. From a distance, there are a few large families. Compared to the other side of the river, The thatched shacks at the top can be said to be royal palaces. These large courtyards are covered with blue tiles on the top and white bricks on the bottom. There are also cornice walls that separate them from the small courtyards on the side.
The small house is just like the one I live in. Although the space is very small, there is no furniture in the house and it is extremely clean. Some people have dogs barking in front of their doors, firewood is hanging over the fence, and misty smoke rises from their homes in the distant mountains. It smells more like human fireworks!
Liang Chuan's own home is indeed a bit far away from other people's homes. There is a large piece of dry land in between, and the dry land has been barren for a long time. Not far away, a wide river snaked past his house like a jade belt, rolling toward the south. The shore of my house is overgrown with weeds and rocks can be seen everywhere. Behind my house is a small piece of dry land, and beyond that is a lush mountain forest. Behind the house are surrounded by mountains, layer upon layer. The clouds and mist on the mountains are misty, and there is a sense of distance. The feeling of going up a cold mountain.
There are only a few small mud houses nearby, which are as dilapidated as Liang Chuan's house. The walls of these houses are almost rotten, and they have not been repaired. Things in the yard were in a mess, and it looked like someone was not living a good life. Although Liang Chuan's home looked dilapidated compared to theirs, it was obviously much cleaner and orderly, and felt more like home.
I heard from Yi Niang that Uncle Zheng lived in a family nearby. He was an old widower and the third eldest son in the family. No one could remember his original name. They only knew that his family died one after another not long after he was born, leaving him alone. Fanxi's rice was raised until he grew up, and later he made a living by herding cattle.
Liang Chuan put the crutch aside, stretched his waist, and started spinning. He performed a set of health exercises and a few basic warm-up movements. After a while, fine beads of sweat appeared on his head. The cold sky stirred a little, and my body was steaming. After exercising, I walked to the water tank to scoop some water to wash my face and quench my thirst.
The moment the water tank was opened, the water surface was calm and seamless, with the blue sky in the background, like a horizontal mirror, reflecting Liang Chuan's face on the water surface. Liang Chuan had been looking for a mirror at home to see what he looked like, but he didn't expect to see his own appearance.
This face is exactly the same as mine! !
Liang Chuan couldn't see his face, but he could see other parts of his body. He could clearly see the changes in his body. It turns out that my hair is short, and due to work restrictions, it is absolutely impossible to have long hair. Now my hair is almost waist-length, and my body is not that tall. My figure is about 1.8 meters. I turned out to be almost 1.8 meters. His body is not that strong, let alone being injured and bedridden for so long. His two palms are as big as cattail leaf fans, and his ten fingers are as big as radishes. The calluses in his palms are so thick that they can be used as sandpaper, and the eight muscles in his waist and abdomen are also very strong. When it comes to aesthetics, a person who knows this kind of thing will look like he or she has actually practiced it instead of taking pills or hormones.
The most important thing! ! His second brother has become huge. How can he not recognize this old brother whom he sees every day? And now the old man in this stall is really so big that he can't recognize it. It's big, black and thick, like a fire stick, standing there quietly!
This is clearly his own face! But where is my body? What's going on? ? What have you experienced?
Liang Chuan was like a dead man, slumped feebly on the bluestone at the door, leaning against the wall, staring straight at the sky, his mind going blank.
The world has abandoned me, but at least my face is still there.
No need to think about life or work, just bask in the sun freely. The beautiful life I pursued a long time ago was realized in this way.
Lin Yiniang came back from outside, carrying a firewood rack on her back. There was a big bundle of thick and long firewood lying across it, and each of the smallest ones was as thick as a calf. The bundle of firewood weighed heavily on Lin Yiniang's back, weighing dozens or even hundreds of kilograms. Such a big bundle of firewood made the person look very thin, and the dust all the way made Lin Yiniang sweat profusely. Lin finally breathed a sigh of relief when he got home, holding on to the wall and panting, wiping the sweat from his head.
Liang Chuan instantly understood where the firewood in this greenhouse came from. It must have been cut by this little girl. How could she complete such a large workload on her own? How many trees would it take to cut down and how long would it take to move?
Liang Chuan snatched the crutch and stumbled to Lin Yiniang. He helped her hold the load of firewood firmly and let her slowly put it on the ground, so that the support could be removed. Liang Chuan was angry and scared: "Why are you carrying so much firewood at once? We won't be able to use up all this firewood until next year. We have to carry so much firewood at once. There is not even a decent road on the mountain. What will happen if there is an accident?" good?"
Lin Yiniang wiped her sweat, put her hands on her waist, and fanned her face from time to time. While fanning, she said with a smile: "We can't use up all the firewood, but our rice vat is almost bottomed out. It's winter solstice now." The New Year is coming soon. Third brother, you have recovered very well recently. You need to buy better things to replenish your body. I didn’t dare to let you eat well before, and I didn’t have the money to buy you delicious food. Tomorrow At first I went to the countryside to sell the pile of firewood and the charcoal stored at home. Now a chopped firewood can be sold for one or two cents per pound, and charcoal is even more expensive. All the big households in the village come here in winter. We come down to the village to collect charcoal, and a pound of good charcoal can be sold for five or six cents."
"So you are planning to cut firewood to sell. There are so many firewood on this mountain, won't others chop it?"
"Yes, but usually when farming is busy, people will organize their neighbors to go to the mountains to cut firewood. Firstly, it is much faster to work together as a team, and secondly, there are many poisonous snakes and beasts in the mountains and they dare not hurt people. Now in the depth of winter, in the mountains, It’s cold, and the animals are hungry. They will come out to look for food and hurt people at any time of the cold. Therefore, after the autumn harvest, most people don’t like to go into the mountains. When they go into the mountains, they only pick up some fine firewood and then come back to use it. Good firewood like me needs It’s not something you usually prepare at home, it must be used for steaming and cooking.”
"Is this firewood easy to sell?" Liang Chuan was still very doubtful. It was as puzzling as money falling all over the street and no one seemed to pick it up.
"It's so easy to sell. Our bucket of rice costs about 80 cents, and a pound of good firewood can be sold for 2 cents. The winter solstice and New Year's Eve are coming soon, and every household will use a lot of firewood. I carry hundreds of kilograms of firewood a day to the countryside. Sell it, it won't take long to sell it!" Lin Yiniang became happier and happier as she talked, and the word "happy" slowly appeared on her eyebrows.
Liang Chuan originally thought that these things were everywhere in the mountains and were worthless. He didn't expect that he could make a lot of money by selling these things at this time of year. A pound of firewood costs 2 Wen. Here it costs several thousand pounds at least, which is several thousand Wen. Money, the price of a dou of rice is only 80 Wen. It seems that these are really peaceful and prosperous times. A dou of rice is just over ten kilograms. It is enough for two people to eat for a long time. Leave some to buy rice and salt, and the rest can be used for a lot of money. few. Just thinking that all this money was chopped off by this little lady alone made my old face feel hot inexplicably.
"Who taught you this? How do you know how to sell things like this?" Liang Chuan joked.
"You taught me all this. Who else can I do? I don't know how to do it!"
"Haha..." Liang Chuan's face turned even redder. "Then why don't you pile up the firewood?" Liang Chuan even changed the subject.
"Of course, these firewood are still very new. The newly cut firewood is very wet and needs to be dried before use. Otherwise, there will be a lot of smoke when burning, and the food will not taste good."
In order to save some face and earn some work points, Liang Chuan pretended to say, "Yi Niang, the porridge in the house is almost ready to eat. You should take a rest first and go to eat while I lay out the firewood!"
When Lin Yiniang saw that Liang Chuan was coming to get the firewood, she would stop Liang Chuan as soon as she dared to let him, a sick man, do it. Unexpectedly, Liang Chuan blocked him and said, "Don't be afraid, Yi Niang, my hands and feet are almost healed! If you don't let me move, I will really become a cripple!"
While the two were talking, an old man ran down the mountain crying, muttering: "My cow, my cow!"
When Yi Niang saw it, she panicked and said, "It's the third uncle. I'm afraid something happened to the third uncle's cow!"
