Life in a quiet village in Xianshan

Gu Siwei took half a steamed bun, carried a small porcelain vat, walked to a log, and sat down like the big guys.

He put his legs together, put the vat between his legs, and freed his hands to break the buns.

You can't eat the steamed buns without breaking them. You can bite them, but your teeth must be good, and they must be very good. Think about it. If you don't have good teeth on the steamed buns, your teeth will not collapse.

It's a bit tiring to break it off, let alone bite it.

When Gu Siwei was breaking the buns, he subconsciously looked at the place where a group of old men were staying. He found that all the old men were calm, including people like Zhou Guangxian in his family. They were all the same, talking and laughing while breaking the buns. The steamed buns were broken and thrown into his own basin.

At this moment, Gu Siwei finally understood why Sicui said to add more soup when cooking just now. It was just for soaking the steamed buns. Otherwise, even if the steamed buns were broken into pieces, such hard and cold things would not be good. Xiakou.

Now it's ready. After soaking in the hot soup, the steamed buns are filled with salty and fresh soup, so they can naturally be eaten.

After breaking it off for a while, Gu Siwei got a little annoyed and cut the remaining steamed buns in half, almost turning them into slices. He just took them with his hands and dipped them in the soup in his vat to eat.

It's a bit hard, but at least it saves trouble. You don't have to dig it bit by bit, just like the way he would eat steamed buns in Xi'an decades later.

There wasn't much bacon in Gu Siwei's bowl, but Qianzhang, cabbage, and vermicelli took on the leading role. He ate a steamed bun, sucked it, and pushed the vegetables toward his mouth.

"Fourth dimension!"

Gu Siwei was dragging the vermicelli when he heard Yang Chuanwu calling him, so he looked up and found that he had taken a steamed bun and sat next to him.

"Get some food," Gu Siwei swallowed the vermicelli and said to Yang Chuanwu.

Yang Chuanwu waved his hand: "I just ate at home and made some rice cakes."

As he spoke, Yang Chuanwu showed the steamed bun slices in his hand to Gu Siwei.

Looking at it this way, it is really a rice dumpling. The steamed buns are stuck to the edge of the pot. The flour and the iron pot are in direct contact. After going through a high temperature that is much higher than if they were not in contact, a layer of slightly burnt shell is produced on the steamed buns. This thing is very Fragrant, if it is just out of the pan, it is fragrant and crispy, much more delicious than steamed buns.

But even now that it has cooled down, this kind of rice cake still tastes more special than normal steamed buns.

"After you've eaten, let's eat some more. There's enough food," Gu Siwei said politely.

Yang Chuanwu said: "I know, but I am really full."

Gu Siwei groaned and continued to sip the food in his bowl. He took one bite of food and two bites of steamed buns. After a while, he started to sweat slightly.

The weather is slightly cool at this time, which is a good time of the year in the mountains. Especially at noon, the temperature is around ten degrees Celsius. It is a pleasure to do a small job, eat a small meal, and bask in the sun.

"When I came here in the morning, I heard that you were at home alone. What do you do when you are alone at home?"

Yang Chuanwu just ran out of things to talk about.

Originally, he just asked casually, not expecting Gu Siwei to say anything meaningful, but in the end, he didn't expect that Gu Siwei would actually give him a little surprise.

"I'm working on cherry seeds. I'm germinating them at home and preparing to plant cherry trees on the bald mountain that was cut down over there," Gu Siwei said.

"Growing cherries?"

Before Yang Chuanwu could express his opinion, Ma Chunya, who was sitting not far away, became energetic.

"Is there a way out?" Ma Chunya asked anxiously.

Gu Siwei said: "What way?"

Seeing Gu Siwei's expression, Ma Chunya said: "That's right, who can buy how many cherries at this time?"

At this time, many people did not have the concept of commodity economy. Ma Chunya was originally happy, thinking that Gu Siwei was growing cherries in a place to sell or exchange them. But seeing Gu Siwei's confused expression, Ma Chunya felt that she wanted to If there are too many, who will sell them to so many cherries now even if they are grown?

"I just think the bare mountains are too ugly. I want to plant cherry trees. I haven't thought about anything else for the time being. It's easy to sell the ones weighing more than ten or twenty pounds. If you plant more, who will you sell them to?" Gu Siwei laughed. Haha said.

Hu Yanqiu gave her husband a meaningful look at this time. She knew him well and knew that her husband probably wasn't that interested in things that didn't make money, so he would definitely make money in this matter, even if he didn't make money. You also have to earn something else.

But Hu Yanqiu didn't say it. It was impossible for her to say that it was her husband who was making small calculations, and the people sitting here were outsiders. Oh, that's not right. There are six small bowls next to him. The few temporarily honest little ones are also my own family members, and they are the fleshy lumps that fell from my own body.

After hearing this, Ma Chunya said: "Are there many cherry saplings? If there are many, I will plant some."

Gu Siwei became a little curious after hearing this, and asked, "Do you want to plant some too?"

Ma Chunya nodded and said affirmatively: "Yes, we also grow some at home."

"This thing may be a waste of effort. Are you sure you want to plant some?" Gu Siwei asked.

Ma Chunya said cheerfully: "You plant and I will plant. It's just a waste of energy. Are we mountain people afraid of wasting our energy? Our strength is in our body anyway. If we don't use it, we won't grow any meat. We might as well use it." ".

Hearing what Ma Chunya said, Gu Siwei was a little speechless. He couldn't understand why Ma Chunya had to follow up when he heard that he was going to plant cherry trees.

How did Gu Siwei know that Ma Chunya and his wife had regarded Gu Siwei as a guiding light, and they would do whatever Gu Siwei planned to do.

Lao Gu thought that there was no money to be made from planting trees, so no one would respond. If he followed Lao Gu's own ideas and saved his energy and slept at home, who would be willing to do something that would be unpleasant and wasted effort?

As a result, now that I have raised my head, I have met someone who wants to do it with me.

"It's good that you think so. I just think that the mountains are too bald and not as beautiful as the green ones. So, let's do it this way. If you want to plant a tree, you pick a hill, and I will pick a hill here. Everyone can succeed or not. Let's see who can plant the fastest and grow the tallest saplings?" Gu Siwei said with a smile.

Ma Chunya said: "No problem, it will be easy to separate them when the time comes. You can tell whose tree is whose tree at a glance. This is the best way to avoid tying ropes and making jokes."

After saying that, Ma Chunya asked Yang Chuanwu again: "Brother Chuanwu, if my family plants a tree, are the fruits on the tree ours?"

"Of course it belongs to your family. If you don't plant a tree and think about the fruits from other people's trees, how can it be such a good thing!"

After Yang Chuanwu finished speaking, he said to Ma Chunya: "What you said is not unreasonable. Wait until I go back to discuss it with the big guys. If someone plants a tree at this time, the fruit on the tree will belong to his family." .

After speaking, Yang Chuanwu said to Gu Siwei: "You have a good idea. Originally, these mountains were sad to look at. Now that you are planting trees here, it doesn't matter whether it can be restored to its previous appearance. As long as one tree can survive, It would have some vitality, and it would not look much prettier than the gray and bare one now..."

Gu Siwei laughed after hearing this and said, "So you can't stand it either?"

"How can I get used to seeing this, but I can't get used to this matter being a mess, and people don't listen to me. I also want to say don't use cannons to mine mountains here. Will anyone listen?" Yang Chuanwu complained. .

When there were two places to work as workers in the village, everyone was quite happy, thinking that they would just cut some wood, and if there was anything else, it would grow back in a few years.

As a result, they now find that it is not as easy as they thought. The logging at the lumber camp involves cutting down the entire hilltop, although some substandard trees will be left behind.

However, these trees cannot hold the soil that is already lacking on the mountain. Secondly, these trees are too small and cannot withstand any wind. In winter, when the north wind comes together, a slightly heavier snowstorm can damage them. , let alone talk about being wind-resistant or not.

There are no trees on the mountain, the winter wind blows harder, and the temperature feels colder than usual.

The harm of losing trees is not limited to these. The sediment from the mountains has fallen, and the original river bed has been lifted up. In this way, when there are heavy rains in summer, the water washed down from the mountains will bring more sediment downstream. It has a great impact on downstream hydrology.

For example, in the third team, last summer, after two or three heavy rains, the water rose directly to the doorsteps of people's homes on the river bank. This has never happened before.

Yang Chuanwu knew, but he had no good ideas to think of. Now that Gu Siwei proposed that he would plant cherry trees on Bald Mountain, Yang Chuanwu naturally supported it strongly.

"Then I will grow some at home."

At this time, Wu Meiling next to her also smiled and echoed, saying that her family would also join in planting trees.

"Good thing, good thing!" Yang Chuanwu said: "We also grow one at home."

"Let's just encourage everyone to plant trees in their free time."

Lu Yan came over and said at this time.

Yang Chuanwu nodded and said: "It's really feasible, but it's best not to force it, because some people have heavy work in the fields and may not have time."

These words are a shield. Except for Gu Siwei's family, no other family in Zhuangzi has endless work in the fields. Each family only has a small amount of land and can't finish it. Not everyone is as lazy as Gu Siwei.

But everyone knows what Yang Chuanwu means. If you want to plant a tree, you can plant it, and if you don't want to, don't plant it. However, the benefits that the planter gets from the tree have nothing to do with you.

What, the mountains are collective?

Then you are kidding. Even if someone is dissatisfied, you can still plant on other hills. There are many hills here, and the bald hills are even more connected.

Yang Chuanwu didn't believe that his six teams could plant trees on all the bald hills.

If you really want to do this, it's not impossible. It will take at least twenty or thirty years of hard work. Cutting down trees is much easier than planting trees. It takes ten years to plant trees and then cut them down.

We have been talking about planting trees for almost half an hour. We didn’t continue because everyone had to work. If it weren’t for the urgent matters at hand, we probably could have talked about it for a while longer.

Gu Siwei didn't expect that as soon as he said he wanted to plant trees, two or three companies would follow suit.