Zhou's father can't resist the children who have grown up.

No matter how reluctant he was, he still pointed out a way for Zhou Yi: tell him how he should contract the land, how he should find those people, and how to give gifts and favors.

If Zhou's father is out of the horse, with his connections in this town for decades, it may be that a few phone calls can almost solve the problem. But for Zhou Yi, a "hometown person" who has been studying outside since he was a child and has been running outside for more than ten years, it is really not easy to do things without the guidance of these old rivers and lakes.

After all, a township with mixed people's feelings is far from being like in the city, and it can be done according to the formalities. When the formalities are reached, there are still those human relations that must be taken care of, otherwise, there may be people who make trouble.

When the trouble is unavoidable, the government can only make some compromises.

In a humane society like China, especially in such towns and villages, the use of laws and regulations is far less than what ordinary people imagine.

In any case, after a period of running, Zhou Yi finally contracted the 20 acres of land around the old house with the face of Zhou's father, and also smoothed out the human relationship attached to the 20 acres of land.

It wasn't the hundred acres of land he originally envisioned.

As the second uncle who is an expert farmer in a big family, seeing that he has made up his mind, he still taught him some experience - for example, in his initial stage, especially when there is only one person and no hired workers, it is completely impossible to take care of a hundred acres of land.

From the small town to the old house of the Zhou family, you must first drive along the country road and circle for nearly ten miles, then along the fork road, turn to the dirt road, walk another mile or two, and turn a mountain.

When you hear the rumbling sound and look up, a waterfall dozens of meters high is flying down and smashing into a pool of clear water, it is not far away.

Because there are few people walking, a ramp that was originally nearly two meters wide has been overgrown with grass and has begun to spread into the middle of the road, leaving only a small pedestrian path in the middle.

The reason why the path is not fully covered is because of the abrupt stones and sand and gravel paving on the road.

It has been a long time since anyone has come to rest, and the sand and gravel paved road has gradually been washed away by the water, leaving behind potholes and raised glossy stones.

Zhou Yi walked along the slightly steep path and went up from the waterfall, and after a short time, he reached the top, and he could almost see the long water flowing smoothly down from the gap of the mountain.

In front of him was a cave, pitch black, and ordinary people would never dare to go inside.

Because of this stone cave, the place where Zhou Yi's old house (hometown) is located, there is a good place name, called "Dongtian".

In the hot weather, as soon as you enter this cave, it will cool down. As you walk through the cave, you can feel the coolness of the earth and the humidity of the moisture.

The hole is not very deep, and there is no fork in the road, only along the big hole forward, turn a few corners, soon you can feel the light into the hole is getting bigger and bigger, and the eyes are suddenly clear - a flat lake slowly opens in the mountain, like a mirror, such as a jade embedded in the mountain, clear and moist, refreshing and indisputable.

Around the water, there are mountains.

The mellow and gentle mountains slowly spread up along the water potential, and the farther they went, the steeper they became, until they reached the place where they could not see the mountains clearly, and turned into clusters of towering peaks in the ink paintings, heavy and stacked, endless.

Between the mountains and rivers, there are more than a dozen old civil and engineering houses, almost all of which have been barren or even collapsed.

Around these houses, hundreds of acres of fields spread up the mountain, spreading to the place where it meets the forest, and finally stopped.

Most of the fields are barren and uncultivated; The house was also deserted, and at first there were some old people with children, but most of the old people died, and the rest were taken by their children and grandchildren, and the children followed.

The old house of the Zhou family is in these civil structure houses.

It was a crooked house, supported by timber on one crooked side, as if it were about to collapse; The wooden house is divided into three main rooms: in the middle is the hall house, which is spacious and bright; On the left is an old wooden house with a vestibule and a back bedroom on hard earth; It's the same on the right; The toilet and bathroom are all at the back of the house, a straw shed, which has long since collapsed.

In addition to the house covered with some dust, it is not dilapidated, although no one has lived in it for a long time, but every year during the Qingming Festival, return to the hometown to worship the ancestors, it is inevitable to come and see, come and sit.

People in the city may think that such a crooked house is extremely unsafe, but Zhou Yi knows that this house was already so crooked when his father was eight years old. When he was a child, he spent a few years in this crookedness.

When I got here, in addition to familiarity, it was more of a familiar ironing and comfort from the heart, where there would be half a point of worry.

The grandparents were industrious people, and in addition to the good wood used in the house, some stone was used in the ground to level the foundation; There is a big water spring on the side, gushing out all the year round, the amount of water is very large, it is guided by the trend, a guide, and finally turns into a ditch, passing in front of Zhou's house, passing in front of the vegetable field, and finally merging into the big lake.

The water is extremely clear.

Zhou Yi still remembers that when he was a child, when there was no refrigerator, the Zhou family was afraid of any food, so he put it in a bowl and put it in an aluminum bucket and put it in the canal in front of the door; If you think the tea is hot and want to drink something cold, you can also put it in the water for a few hours, it is definitely cooler than the chilled one!

Zhou Yi cleaned up the hall and a hall on the left, sprayed insect medicine, smoked wormwood leaves, laid a new warm quilt, and finally threw himself on the bed exhausted.

He listened to the mosquitoes that were still buzzing in his ears, looked at the few cockroaches that had just been poisoned under his feet, and asked himself in his heart: Do you regret it?

"Gollum-" Before he could think deeply about it, his stomach was already protesting.

Eat a peach tree that grows peaches in a space, huge, but not hungry at all.

Fortunately, he had prepared for a long time, all pots and pans, and rice and meat were also brought in the space.

The so-called kitchen, in fact, is not.

In the small hall, a pit was dug and a fire was burned; Put an iron shelf on the fire, put a pot on the shelf, that's all.

Zhou Yi familiarly lit the firewood, put a flat-bottomed cylindrical cooking pot on it, added washed rice and an appropriate amount of water, and began to cook rice.

The most uncomfortable thing in the old house is that every time the fire is cooking, the big smoke and black smoke are rising, especially when the fire has not fully risen or the wood is wetted, the smoke together can smoke people to death!

At this time, there are no more mosquitoes. The mosquitoes that can't be smoked by mugwort leaves have long since taken refuge at this time.

"Gurgling-" This time it wasn't the stomach that screamed, but the sound of rice boiling.

The powerful white steam steamed, bubbling with the aroma of rice, constantly opening the lid of the pot, overflowing the aroma and making Zhou Yi's stomach harmonize.

After a while, the rice was almost cooked.

Zhou Yi pinched the two ears of the iron pot with a damp cloth, picked him up, put it on the ground and by the fire, and let it continue to simmer and warm.

He took a wok and put it on, poured some oil, and threw a few peeled and washed mountain crabs into the pot to fry and fry them crispy, add a little salt and chili powder, it is an excellent dish; Get another cabbage soup and everything will come to life.

Mountain crabs are in the ditch, and there are a lot of them here. According to his father, there were no crabs here, but his grandfather brought crab seeds from outside to breed, and Zhou Yi didn't know whether they were true or false.

This kind of mountain crab dances with double pincers, is rampant and domineering, extremely fierce, but often thin and small, and the ointment is not edible, so it can only be washed and fried, fried or roasted, and chewed into the mouth, crunchy!

The cabbage is in the space, and he sows it when he goes home, but in a few days, it grows out, often growing faster than he eats, which is called a sweet!

Zhou Yi ate the hot and fragrant white rice, crunched a few mountain crabs, bit a few cabbage leaves, and gradually swelled up with an empty lower abdomen.

At the end of eating, a layer of rice shell on the wall of the bottom of the pot is a long-lost pot, absolutely authentic, and by no means those fragrant and sweet pots produced on the assembly line.

The golden color, the crisp texture, and the refreshing aroma that is richer than rice, the taste that has not been seen for a long time!

Zhou Yi shoveled down the pot, pinched a piece and tasted it, threw the rest into the cabbage soup and soaked it, and bit it gently......

"Hmm~~~"

Saliva gushes out like a spring, constantly catalyzing the "crispy yellow" in the clear soup, and a satisfying sweetness fills the mouth......