Life in a quiet village in Xianshan

After walking around the yard, Gu Siwei went to the back of the house to see what the wall was like.

As soon as he left the door, he met Liu Fulin, who was coming over. Following him was still his grandson Liu Dezhu.

"Dad Liu" Gu Siwei greeted Liu Fulin.

Liu Fusen raised his hand with a smile and pointed sideways at his grandson. At this time, Gu Siwei discovered that Liu Dezhu was holding a basket in his hand.

"What are you doing?"

Gu Siwei didn't understand.

Liu Fulin smiled and said: "Don't you want to live here? How can you not have a lamp? I will send you a lamp. Don't dislike it if you make it yourself."

Seeing the lamp in Liu Dezhu's basket, Gu Siwei understood.

It would be a long story to say that Gu Siwei has actually seen today's kerosene lamps. In the future, these things will be quite expensive. A brand new kerosene lamp produced in this era will cost at least several hundred yuan.

There are no electric lights in the village, let alone any electrical appliances. As for Zhuangzi, it would have been great to have had electricity two thousand years ago. A few decades later, the main source of lighting will still be this kind of kerosene lamp.

It is estimated that most children decades from now have never been seen, and Gu Siwei has never been seen before. He was born in the 1990s, and the country has no shortage of food and clothing. Compared with the life of those born in the 1970s and 1980s, It's just like soaking in a honey jar.

At the bottom of the kerosene lamp is a glass bottle with a transparent lamp base and a big belly. There is a double happiness on the big belly. The mouth of the small bottle is threaded. The lamp head is usually made of tinplate and is connected to the glass lamp base through threads.

There is an iron opening in the middle of the lamp head. Inside the opening is a braided cotton strip, and there is a knob next to it to control the length of the strip.

Dip the bottom of the cloth strip into the kerosene in the belly of the lamp, and then immerse it into the entire wick. Use fire to light the wick, adjust it to the appropriate size of the flame head, and then cover it with a transparent glass cover with a large belly and a closed mouth. In this way, the windproof kerosene lamp will be lit. .

Not every home in Dingxi now has this. Many homes still use old-fashioned oil lamps, which are just a flat-bottomed bowl. Pour kerosene into the bowl, put a cotton thread on it, and light the cotton thread to turn into a lamp.

The principle of this thing is the same as that of a glass-shaded kerosene lamp, except that it can't control the wind, and the flame is very small, and it lights like a will-o'-the-wisp.

The kerosene lamp Liu Fulin sent over was different from the above two.

The kerosene stored below is a glass bottle. You can tell at a glance that it is for pills. There is a hole drilled in the lid. There is an iron mat on the top. There is an iron tube in the middle of the mat. The mouth of the tube is about the size of a soybean. There is a cotton thread soaked in the tube. It's bright when you get on this thing.

In Gu Siwei's view, this kind of lamp is almost like a will-o'-the-wisp when it's dark. When it's dark, it can only illuminate a range of one or two meters at most. It's impossible to think of more.

Although this thing is not very good, without it it would be dark at night, or you would have to light a torch.

Therefore, Liu Fulin sent the lamp, which was still of great help to Gu Siwei's life.

"This...then I'm not polite. Thank you, Father Liu."

Gu Siwei thought that now was not the time to be polite. Apart from the shabby yard and the clothes on his body, all he owned was nothing else.

Space is indeed magical, but it cannot conjure a kerosene lamp for Gu Siwei for no reason.

"Thank you, Dezhu" Gu Siwei said again to Liu Dezhu.

Liu Dezhu said with a naive smile: "I also prepared a box of matches for you."

Matches are matches.

Gu Siwei smiled and was about to say something more when he saw another person coming over there. This time it was a man in his early thirties. He walked in a hurry. He could tell at a glance that he was impatient and a down-to-earth person. .

The man Gu Siwei knows everyone, and everyone respects him, Sun Laowu.

The five surnames in Shimo Village are: Liu, Yang, Sun, Guo, and Luanzhong. These men are the Sun family.

"Brother Sun"

Gu Siwei said hello to others.

"Fifth Uncle" Liu Dezhu also shouted.

"Li Mai" Liu Fulin also said hello.

"Uncle Fulin, four-dimensional brothers" Sun Limai greeted everyone.

After speaking, he said to Gu Siwei: "I heard from the captain that you stayed in the village. Since we are now a family, your sister-in-law asked me to come over and see what you are missing. We villagers don't have anything valuable, such as ordinary household items." Yes, if I have more, I will send them to you."

"Thank you, Fifth Brother!"

Gu Siwei didn't care what kind of favors others wanted to do to him, but he had to give his thanks first.

Liu Fulin laughed after hearing this and said, "Let's not talk about anything else. Let's go in and see how this house is. It has been empty for so many years and I don't know if it can still be inhabited."

"Yes, yes! Take a look at the house first," Sun Limai laughed and said.

In this way, Gu Siwei, Liu Fulin, and Sun Limai entered the courtyard together.

"But it's almost time to get the house ready for spring, so there's no need to rush into the livestock house. It's estimated that the Siwei brothers won't have any livestock for a while," Sun Limai said after looking around in the yard.

Liu Fulin nodded after hearing this: "Then go into the main room and have a look. It would be best if there is nothing wrong with the main room."

When everyone entered the main room, Liu Fulin and Sun Limai were knocking here and patting there, almost covering the entire wall.

Gu Siwei was a little touched when he saw the two people's serious looks. He felt that people at this time were really no longer honest after decades. They obviously had nothing to do with them, but after they came over, they almost took it as their own business.

"I really didn't expect this wall to be pretty good," Sun Limai said.

Liu Fulin also nodded: "It's indeed good. It's different if there are stones inside. If it were all grass tendons, it would have collapsed by now."

Gu Siwei interrupted at this time and asked: "If I want to renovate my house, where can I buy bricks and where can I buy glass?"

Liu Fulin and Sun Limai were all stunned after hearing this, as if they had seen something new.

"What's wrong?"

Gu Siwei didn't understand where he went wrong, and looked at the two of them with a puzzled expression.

Sun Limai said with a smile: "It is so easy to buy bricks now. Even if you buy bricks, can you buy cement (cement)? Even if you have cement, glass is not easy to buy. Even if you buy bricks, can you buy cement?" We have got everything, how are we going to transport it in? There are only a few animals in the village, and one or two animals have to be exhausted to transport these things..."

Sun Limai's words directly confused Gu Siwei.

He really didn't expect that building a house by himself would be so complicated.

Unknowingly, Gu Siwei brought over his thoughts from decades later. He felt that bricks and cement were needed to build a house, but these things are really not good now. The whole country is a planned economy, and a brick is needed. It is planned to produce one brick. Even if Gu Siwei spends US dollars to buy bricks at the brick and tile factory, the brick and tile factory will not take away his money.

After hearing what Sun Limai said, Gu Siwei understood. It was a no-brainer to build a house with bricks and tiles at this time. Just use mud, or use wood.

Suddenly the thought of wood came to mind, and Gu Siwei immediately perked up and thought to himself: Yes, bricks won't work, so let's just use wood. Wood doesn't cost money anyway, as long as you cut it down yourself and put it down along the river, isn't that right? Building materials?

Thinking of this, Gu Siwei thought it was better to confirm with everyone that cutting wood would also be a crime.

"Can we build a house with wood?" Gu Siwei asked.

After hearing this, Sun Limai wanted to refute, but then he remembered the raft that Gu Siwei had put down twice, so he smiled and said: "No one else can do this job, but you might be really good at it, but it's just that the old master with good craftsmanship is not good now." found".

Gu Siwei was stunned again after hearing this. He thought: What should I do with the master?

At this point, Gu Siwei and Sun Limai wanted to cross paths again. Gu Siwei was planning to build a wooden house, and he was thinking of Mu Ke Leng, who was somewhat similar to Lao Maozi, but Sun Limai was thinking that Gu Siwei was planning to build a Chinese-style house. old building.

As for whether it belongs to the Four Olds, whether it is broken or not, the people in the village don't care.

Gu Siwei didn't explain, and Sun Limai didn't ask any more questions.

Continue talking about the house.

Sun Limai said: "I still have a small bed at home, which is a bit old. If you don't mind it, I will bring it to you later."

"That's great. I just need this right now." Gu Siwei thanked him repeatedly.

"Let me get you two more benches. How come these guys emptied the room without making a sound? Not even a bench was left."

There must have been furniture in this house originally, but now it is empty. It must have been taken away by someone. This is not surprising in a rural area. It is normal for everyone to see such bad things as being exterminated, not to mention this. situation.

After discussing for a while, Gu Siwei followed Sun Limai to his house to carry the bed, while Liu Fulin and Liu Dezhu went home to move some stools for Gu Siwei, and later made a small table for Gu Siwei.

In addition to these two families, the Yang Chuanwu family also sent a new quilt. The quilt was a bit thin, weighing only two or three pounds at most, but it was quite interesting to give this thing to Gu Siweina at this time.

Most of the folks gave some gifts, some of which were not valuable, but they meant something.

However, not everyone in Zhuangzi likes Gu Siwei settling in the village. If it weren't for Gu Siwei's big wild boar, there might be people who would complain and say weird things.

Even if their mouths are blocked now, some people still can't help but say a few words when they return home at night.

There are some people in this world. Even if others do not infringe on their interests, they will still say a few weird words, as if it would make them insignificant if they are not so weird.

Gu Siwei couldn't care about these people now. He only remembered a few people who had helped him, and he was waiting for an opportunity to return the favor.

Although he cannot repay a drop of kindness like a spring of water, Gu Siwei is still willing to repay others as much as he can.

Lao Gu's personality is a bit dull, but he still remembers his gratitude!

After a busy day, Gu Siwei was lying on his bed.

The bed is a simple wooden bed. As long as you turn over while sleeping on it, it will immediately squeak.

But now is not the time for Gu Siwei to choose. Sun Limai's ability to give him a bed is his support for Gu Siwei, and Gu Siwei recognizes this.

No matter how broken the bed is, it's still better than sleeping on the floor.

He slept on the bed, with a straw curtain made of wheat straw spread under him. In order to keep out the cold, the straw curtain was spread in two layers. On top of the two layers of straw curtain was a torn sheet, which was given to him by Mr. Guo Xiangping.

This crap will be thrown away as rubbish in a few decades, but now it is support. Do you want to buy cloth? Then you need to have cloth tickets. There are no two-foot cloth tickets in the whole village now.

I was already on relief, and with the tickets given every year, I bought cloth to make clothes for my children. Otherwise, I just used new cloth as patches, so there were no ready-made sheets for Gu Siwei.

The covering was pretty decent, a thin quilt given by Yang Chuanwu and his wife, and Gu Siwei's own old-fashioned cotton army coat covering the quilt.

The thing on his pillow was naturally his own Leifeng hat.

Although these things are not worth much, the only advantage is that they are clean and free of lice and fleas.

Let's put it this way, today's sleep was the most pleasant sleep that Gu Siwei had ever had since coming here.