Chapter 9 Wangjiawan

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The next day, when Wang Zheng's dream woke up, Huo Lanxiang, a junior high school Chinese teacher, and Wang Jianguo, the head of the county archives management section, had already gone to work. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 info

On the table, the breakfast made by his mother was buttoned with a plate, and Wang Zheng, who enjoyed this treatment again after more than two years, quickly ate and wiped it clean, brushed the dishes and bowls, and then found the key to his grandfather's old house from the drawer, pushed the door and walked out.

After leaving the house, Wang Zheng first went to the mobile business hall to apply for a local card, and then thought about how to go back to the hometown where he had spent more than ten years of his childhood life.

In Wang Zheng's impression, the scenery of his hometown in the depths of the Qinling Mountains is very beautiful. Especially during the harvest season, he can eat delicious walnuts, chestnuts and various mountain delicacies every year. And the experience of going down to the river to fish with his friends and catching chickens and hares on the mountain is the best memory of his life.

However, since the death of his grandfather in the first grade of junior high school, Wang Zheng, who returned to school in the county, has rarely had the opportunity to return to his hometown. In high school, I was busier with my schoolwork, and I was far away from home in college. Until now, he hasn't been back for nearly 10 years.

"I don't know if my hometown is still what I remember after so many years!"

After sighing in his heart, Wang Zheng rode the electric car he had just bought.

Originally, he wanted to buy a motorcycle, but now there are very few shops that still sell motorcycles, but there are few left. Considering that the road into the mountain is rugged and difficult to travel and the distance is not close, Wang Zheng can only retreat and use an electric car to travel.

In fact, it's good to have an electric car. When he was young, he was able to enter the mountains, except for the tractor and the ox cart.

From Liuba County, go south along National Highway 316, turn to Provincial Highway 210 to the north after 'Pour Water Bay', and cross Jiangkou Town to Lijiaping. Basically, here, the flat 210 Provincial Highway is about to say goodbye to Wang Zheng.

There are nearly 50 miles of rugged mountain roads from Lijiaping to Wangjiawan, Wang Zheng's hometown, except for a small mountain village called Songshuping, Wangjiawan is the northernmost and most remote village in Liuba County.

The area where Wangjiawan is located is almost close to the edge of the Qinling Mountains deep mountains and old forests, and there are few villages within 200 kilometers to the north, and 100 kilometers on the east and west sides are also sparsely populated.

But just like Wang Anshi said in "The Story of Traveling to Bao Zen Mountain", "the wonder of the world is strange and strange, very intuitive, often in the danger and far away, and the people are rare".

Although Wangjiawan has rugged roads and is not well populated, it is precisely because of this that it has given birth to the essence of the Qinling Mountains and the land of Guanzhong, with magnificent rivers and lakes, lush forests and trees, and almost all rare birds and animals.

It is precisely because of these that when Wang Zheng was thinking about where to build the villa, the first thing that came to mind was his hometown after many years of absence-Wangjiawan!

In fact, his hometown, which he hadn't arrived for ten years, gave him a big surprise when Wang Zheng came again. The rugged mountain road that was originally stepped on for many years has turned into a four-meter-wide winding mountain road.

Despite the poor quality of the winding road, at least it is capable of accommodating motor vehicles. This is obviously an excellent condition for Wang Zheng, who plans to develop a career in his hometown in the future.

At the very least, he didn't need to invest a large part of his money in the first place.

"What a big problem!"

However, Wang Zheng was not happy for long, and his brows furrowed again.

Although, there is a road that is really good, but this road is really bad if it is in disrepair. Except for the two or three kilometers just past Lijiaping, which were in fairly good condition, the rest of the roads were basically crushed! The pits of different sizes were enough to limit the speed of the car to ox carts, and there was still water in many of the pits.

Wang Zheng didn't understand why a good highway could be pressed like this? It stands to reason that there are no large factories in the deep mountains and old forests that need trucks to transport goods back and forth.

After passing the pine tree, a touch of familiar scenery came into Wang Zheng's eyelids, and the scenery on both sides like oil paintings also made him quickly forget the unhappiness on the road and become relaxed.

"Whoa......!"

After turning a mountain beam, suddenly the sound of water made a loud noise, and under the blue sky and white clouds, a sparkling river flowed through the valley between the two mountains.

Wang Zheng is really no stranger to this river, when he was a child, he was not less 'Nezha in the sea'!

The Cheonghe River is a tributary of the Han River, and it doesn't have many unbelievable legends, and its name comes from just because the water is crystal clear!

However, this river has nourished Wangjiawan, as well as more than a dozen towns and villages downstream, and tens of thousands of people's livelihoods, and its importance is self-evident.

The next winding road was built along the banks of the Qing River. Continuing along the road, the surrounding mountains became denser and steeper, and the Qing River next to it became more and more turbulent due to the curvature and narrowing of the river. More importantly, with the naked eye, the road ahead leads to a cliff, as if it has come to an end.

But Wang Zheng, who understood the direction of the terrain, did not stop, and after riding an electric car through a big turn in the shape of a 'several', everything in front of him suddenly became clear.

A small basin surrounded by mountains suddenly came into view.

From a distance, the basin is full of verdant colors, reflecting the distant mountains with layers of mountains, and this verdant color is extremely layered, as if no more clever painter can paint this natural sense of perspective.

The meandering Qing River flows like a jade belt from the center of the basin. Here, it does not have the turbulence and fury that Wang Zheng saw before, but is full of a poetic tranquility and peace.

And located on the left side of the Qing River, near the mountainside, a small mountain village with smoke curling is impressive.

Green mountains, green waters, and mountain villages, against the backdrop of blue sky and white clouds, constitute the most beautiful oil painting in the world.

Looking at it, Wang Zheng was slightly excited in his heart. It's been almost ten years, and this is his hometown where he raised him again after nearly ten years.

As Wang Zheng subconsciously accelerated his speed, everything in the basin was getting closer and closer to him. As the slope becomes smaller and smaller,

Well-manicured farmland began to appear on both sides of the road, and the road passed through the farmland until it reached the ancient stone bridge that crossed the Qing River.

The ancient stone bridge is about 30 meters long and 4 meters wide, and the whole body is built of the most ordinary bluestone, without too many complicated and luxurious decorations, but it is exceptionally 'robust'. For as long as Wang Zheng can remember, it has been standing on both sides of the Qing River.

Even the old people in Wangjiawan don't remember how long this old stone bridge has existed. In short, they have become accustomed to stepping on it to cross the Qinghe River and enter and exit the mountains.

On both sides of the stone bridge, there were several buffaloes playing leisurely in the river, and the cowherd baby looked curiously at the strange visitor outside the mountain, until he crossed the stone bridge and disappeared in front of him little by little.

After crossing the old stone bridge, the advance is only six or seven hundred meters, and the small mountain village that was originally just a little in the distance has been completely presented in front of Wang Zheng.

Looking at the old oak tree that was still flourishing at the entrance of the village, Wang Zheng's heart was filled with an indescribable complexity. There is excitement, excitement, emotion, and a trace of the cowardice of the wanderer returning home!

Compared with the house wrapped in reinforced concrete in the old community of the county, this is Wang Zheng's real home and real roots!

The mountain village is built on the mountain, and naturally it is not as neat as the villages on the coastal plains, where every house is built horizontally and vertically.

But although it is messy, it is also a little messy and comfortable, and there is a little more interest in seeking seclusion.

Wang Zheng did not take the main road that led directly to the entire village, because the stone paved stepped road was impassable for vehicles. Therefore, when the villagers of Wangjiawan enter and leave the village, they usually take the dirt road inside the village.

Although the dirt road is narrower than the main road, for Wangjiawan, which has few tractors, the narrow dirt road is enough for them.

For these narrow and rugged dirt roads, although Wang Zheng has been away for nearly ten years, he still has a deep memory when he comes back again. With little detour, we arrived at our hometown, which was located at the highest point of the village, built on a stone dam.

Parking the electric car on the side of the road, looking up at the door of the house that was 1 meter higher than the top of his head, Wang Zheng stepped on a two-meter-wide, 16-story staircase made of ordinary bluestone, and walked to a stone platform about six square in size.

To the left of the stone platform is the road leading to the village, in front of which is a leafy walnut tree, and to the right of the stone platform is a wooden gate that has been badly eroded by wind and rain.

The lower edge of the wooden door was stained with dirt, and the door god in the middle could only see a simple image, and the color was long gone.

And the door gods who were supposed to be a pair have now become alone.

"Squeak!"

With a hoarse friction sound, the thick wooden door was pushed open by Wang Zheng, and a rusty iron chain inside appeared in his eyes.

At the end of the chain is a five-star lock, which is also covered with rust except for the stainless steel nose.

With the attitude of trying it out, Wang Zheng took out the key given by his father. Although it took a little effort in the middle, the result was not bad, and this old lock that had been through vicissitudes was finally opened.

"Whoa......!"

The iron chain fell with gravity, and then the dust also fell down with Wang Zheng's action of pushing the door.

If it were in normal times, Wang Zheng would definitely quickly dodge these dust and stains, but now he is more concerned about the situation in the old house, and he can't care about these anymore.