When it was almost four or five o'clock in the afternoon, the agricultural vehicle finally arrived at the hometown of Shanshu Village, mainly because the road was rugged and difficult to walk, muddy roads, potholes, and at the same time, we should pay attention to many things, don't accidentally bump and break the large furniture, so the second master is extra careful in the process of driving.

And this degree of caution made Fang Ning, who was bored watching the scenery with his cheeks, almost fall asleep, if it weren't for the bumps and shaking along the way, his intestines were about to shake out, he would definitely fall asleep.

As the car drilled through the canyon like a line of sky, the view was wide and open.

"It's finally here!" Fang Ning stood up and leaned his head to look at the railing of the car.

As far as his eyes could see, a sea of undulating rice paddies was a delight in the golden sunlight. In the distance are a few plane trees with thick trunks, the lush canopy chopps the dim sunlight, and then look into the distance, the scattered blue brick and black tile houses are stacked, the horse's head wall is painted with white paint, the cloister has lattice windows, distributed layer by layer, the eaves are warped, the sloping roof, a few wisps of green smoke rise vertically, there is a bit of the illusion of a desert lonely smoke.

Two or three white dogs were sheltering in the shade on the concrete floor, and when they saw the farm vehicles rumbling over, they all got up quickly, and a few rabbits rushed over like white thin lines, accompanied by the undulating barking of dogs.

As the white dog chased under the farm cart, finally the whole village panorama was unobstructed, the green smoke rose from the chimney in the small village, the children played in the courtyard, and the peasants carried hoes to drive the cattle home at dusk, a pastoral scene of sunrise and sunset.

Fang Wei and Fang Ning were both stunned, the so-called Taoyuan was nothing more than that!

Fang Jiefang, who had a calm face and little expression along the way, also showed a few smiles on his face after seeing the whole picture of the small village, and he calmed down, and even his eyes widened, as if he was a little nostalgic.

The second master honked his horn a few times, attracting the attention of the villagers, the peasants who were doing farm work and sifting corn kernels looked over, the women who were washing clothes by the well all stood up, and the children were even more strange in pointing and pointing.

He turned his head sideways and said, "Brother, we're home!"

"Yes, I'm home......" Fang Jiefang clenched his fists, and he didn't know how the old lady at home was doing.

At this time, Fang Jiefang's thoughts flew, to be precise, since he walked out of this village six or seven years ago, he has never returned a few times, and he has come back once or twice in a hurry. The family wandered around with him, living in various places, but he didn't expect to return to his original place in 07.

This mountain paradise is called fir tree village, mainly because the villagers in this area are famous for planting cedar trees, fir trees are full of thorny leaves, the growth cycle is short, the vitality is tenacious, it can be grown in a short time, and it has the effect of consolidating the soil to prevent landslides, it can improve the ecological environment, basically farmers will plant a lot, but most of the adult trees are dried after peeling to build their own houses, and few are sold.

On the opposite side of the hillside is Hongjia Village, rich in red brick-fired clay and shale, good quality, some kiln-fired brick manufacturers often come here to purchase, so the economic situation in the village is much better than that of Shanshu Village, and the life is also comfortable, and the red brick houses are built, and even the village chief's house over there has built a small western-style building with tiles.

Fang Ning thinks that the economic gap between the two villages is that they probably don't know how to make use of the existing resources, right?

There is a mountain of gold in the air, but it is hard to develop.

But the economic development of Hongjia Village is also at the cost of ecological and environmental destruction, because clay and shale are used to burn bricks, so many mountains have been hollowed out, becoming hollow in the belly, collapsing everywhere, the mountains are full of holes, sores and devastation, landslides and mudslides occur on rainy days.

On the other hand, the planting of cedar trees and other vegetation in the village has strengthened the water and soil, and even if the house is built on low ground, there is no need to worry about the risk of flooding in the event of a rainstorm.

The second master drove the farm vehicle to the cement floor of the village chief's house, that is, the previous house with blue bricks and white walls, and only the village chief's house was much better than others' houses, and the reason for this was naturally inconvenience and outsiders.

The village chief's name is Fang Hanmin, he is of medium height, his smile is very warm, and he can be said to be very welcoming to the arrival of Fang Ning's family.

Grandpa and the village chief have a good relationship, and everyone knows that Fang Ning's family has a very rich aunt who is generous, so naturally no one dares to belittle Fang Ning's family.

Fang Jiefang chatted with the village chief for a long time, and the second master drove the farm car to his hometown.

The land in Fang Ning's hometown is called Kuzhupo, and the back mountain and both sides have become a large area of green bamboo forest, and in summer, there are many mosquitoes and insects, and there are all kinds of cicadas singing and noisy, anyway, it is very lively.

Grandpa's mother is still alive, that is, grandma, named Li Suilian, but she is very old and her health is somewhat bad.

Fang Ning didn't know how to evaluate this person, it can be said that Grandma Tai has the ideas of feudal society that ordinary old ladies in China have, including but not limited to feudal superstition, patriarchy, and doting on her younger son. Her heart is very hard, she regards the master as a baby, and the other sons and daughters look down on her very lightly, but unfortunately the master is not very filial to this mother, and when the old lady is old, it is a common thing to reprimand her for three days, crying everywhere with old tears, but no one in the neighborhood pays attention to her.

On the contrary, Fang Jiefang once went back to his hometown, and when he heard this situation, he was very angry, and beat the master hard, and the master didn't dare to fight back.

Although the three brothers of the Fang family split up a few years ago, if you want to talk about it, it is still the boss of the Fang family, Fang Jiefang, who is in charge!

The master's wife and grandmother were busy preparing dinner for a large family, stir-frying with a large pot and spatula, the aroma was fragrant, and the cooking smoke was filling.

Grandma looked out on the hillside with a wooden cane, her eyes full of vicissitudes, and she sighed from time to time.

As for the children of the two uncles of the young master's family, they moved small stools and wooden tables to write their homework by the faint light of the skylight.

After Fang Ning's family came, this hometown was completely lively, the two native dogs were afraid of being born and barked in the courtyard, but they didn't dare to bark when they were kicked by the little master, and they trembled with their tails into the kennel, and a large group of native chickens returned from the weeds to the cage in the bamboo rattan cage, the bamboo forests on both sides of the mountain and the back mountains were scattered, the leaves fell with the wind, and the green glowing fireflies lingered like a tassel in the bamboo forest.

The old house of the Fang family is the most common compound courtyard in the countryside, the left and right sides are symmetrical, a hall in the middle is separated, the beams and pillars support the roof, the hall houses on both sides are a bedroom and a lobby, and there is an independent small house on the outermost side, which is generally used as a kitchen or as a toilet, the wall is a masonry filled with yellow mud rammed earth straw and glutinous rice, the green bricks are piled unevenly, the black and shiny black tiles cover the roof, and the horse head wall is painted with white paint.

The roof of my grandfather's house was renovated once a year ago, so it looks new.

The courtyard is very wide, about twenty or thirty square areas, the hillside in front of it is dug out of a large area of open space, the soil is planted with bean plants and then burned together with the bean stalks, turned into the soil, and then mixed with fertilizer, so repeated several times, black and shiny, compared to the barren land outside, it is simply a fertile field.

The perimeter is surrounded by a fence made of dry grass and bamboo, and many melons, fruits, and seasonal vegetables are planted in the vegetable field.

The three brothers of the Fang family were busy carrying large furniture, and many of the furniture were thrown directly to the ground in the hall, making a "clang" sound and shaking off a layer of dust.

Fang Ning's neck stretched out, tiptoeing to look, whenever he saw his grandfather throwing old boxes such as camphor wood boxes to the ground, his heart and liver also trembled, it's all money!

Fang Wei looked at his brother with a nervous expression, and his expression couldn't bear to look at him directly.

The little grandmother Liu Shufen fried the meal, the children of the two uncles took chopsticks and bowls to take the seats, and Fang Ning and them sat down in turn, ready to eat.

After dinner, the sky is getting dark, the starry sky is dotted, the second master is driving a farm truck to prepare to go back, too late on the road is not easy to walk, so you have to take advantage of the moonlight on the road to go early.

After a while, everyone dispersed.

Although there is a militia company, the conditions in Shanshu Village are not very good, and even the militia salary cannot afford it, so the militia system in the village basically exists in name only, and there are no thieves who come here to steal things on weekdays, because this is a well-known poor household and poor village, and there is no need to pay taxes in the village, and there is nothing worth stealing.

At night, only the master and a few acquaintances usually use a strong flashlight to patrol the village up and down, and they can basically call it a day.

For Fang Ning's family, although the family has moved, there are many problems.

The house on their right, uninhabited for many years, was in disrepair, the corners were covered with cobwebs, and the whitewashed walls were badly peeling.

Fang Wei's girl leaned over and touched it slightly with her fingers, and those white walls fell with pink paint, making her eyes widen in fright, and she retreated straight back.

As for the ground, it is not much better, the moss has taken over the entire ground, and if you are not careful, you may stumble.

The wooden steps outside the house creaked when stepped on after being corroded, and when the evening breeze blew, there was a deep sense of loneliness.

Fang Ning stood on the wooden board and took a deep breath, this old house seemed to have been transformed!

Fang Jiefang frowned, he looked up at the roof, from the gaps in several tiles, he could actually see the scene of the moon and stars, the sky light came in from the closed eaves, and the house was full of moonlight.

He didn't expect his brother and sister's family to be so lazy, since he left, the house has been in a state of idleness and no one takes care of it, after all, he has a key to the door, if he really has the heart, clean it diligently, and it will not become the current dilapidated status quo, this house can be said to be inhabitable at all, the sun is out of the sky, and it must be cleaned well.

Fang Ning understood the meaning from his grandfather's eyes, winked at Fang slightly, and whispered, "It seems that it can only be one night." ”