The next day, Sang Zhiheng came to the barren mountain contracted by his family early in the morning.

Over the years, there have been fewer and fewer young people who are determined to conjure money out of the dirt, and the whole barren mountain has become more and more deserted. Looking at the barren mountains in front of him, a smile appeared on the corner of Sang Zhiheng's mouth.

It won't be long before I become the owner of this barren mountain, and it won't be long before this barren mountain will undergo earth-shaking changes.

On a hillside in the barren mountain location contracted by his family, there are four kilns, each of which can hold about 400 catties of items.

The kilns in central Shandong are generally used to store seedlings of root crops such as sweet potatoes, yams, ginger, and potatoes. The kiln is located in the sunny slope position that is conducive to drainage, with large sticky laterite is preferred, up to four or five meters deep, warm in winter and cool in summer, after sealing, the carbon dioxide concentration is extremely high, which is conducive to the preservation of crops and the prevention of damage from rats.

Because he plans to plant grapes in the 9 acres of mountainous land contracted by his family in the next step, these four kilns are now used by Sang Zhiheng as a place to store the grape branches poured out of the space.

However, if you want to store grape branches, you need some fine sand, so Sang Zhiheng spent a morning sorting out the barren grass at the mouth of the four manholes, and then spent another afternoon to go to the small river at the head of the village to sift hundreds of catties of fine sand with a screen.

A top student of Tenkyo University actually sifted sand barefoot in the cold river water, which made people who saw it a little hard to believe.

"Zhiheng! Is this going to be a big deal? The village party secretary passed by the small river at the head of the village and shouted at Sang Zhiheng.

The village party secretary of Taizi Village is named Sang Shouliang, and he is Sang Zhiheng's uncle according to his generation.

"Uncle Shouliang, what are you doing?"

Sang Shouliang wore a straight suit, combed his oily and cool back, and carried a bag in his hand, just like a cadre from the township. Looking at his posture, he was like Xu Wenqiang on the beach, and he didn't look like a village party secretary.

"The township family planning office came to visit, and I went to accompany it."

Sang Shouliang was puzzled and intrigued by the idea of his college student nephew giving up the decent life of a city man and returning to a small mountain village to become a farmer, so he shook his body and walked towards him. At noon, I drank a lot, and the village party secretary walked staggeringly.

Sang Zhiheng stopped the work in his hand, wiped his sweat, and smiled as the village party secretary walked over.

"Uncle, did you drink some at noon?"

"I didn't drink a little, I drank a lot. There was a woman from the Family Planning Office, the amount of alcohol was really large, and she drank four tea bowls of white and six bottles of beer, and your uncle and I almost didn't accompany her. Did you sift all this fine sand? ”

Looking at the fine sand piled up into a hill, the village party secretary asked in surprise.

Looking at the fruits of his labor, Sang Zhiheng felt a special sense of accomplishment, nodded and said, "I sifted it all." ”

The village party secretary gave a thumbs up and said to Sang Zhiheng: "Okay, you kid, I didn't see that you are still so capable." Well, yes, do a good job, and you will have a lot of success in the future! As he spoke, he patted Sang Zhiheng's shoulder and nodded. Then he turned and walked away.

"Uncle, are you leaving?"

"It's getting dark, go home and cug your wife to sleep!"

Hearing the village party secretary say such a sentence, Sang Zhiheng felt a little uncomfortable in his heart. Although he has to be called Uncle Sang Shouliang according to his generation, in fact, the age of the village party secretary is only ten years older than himself. And his daughter-in-law is no more than three or four years old from himself. At the same time, the daughter-in-law of the village party secretary is full of charm, which makes people take a look at the kind that they can meet in their dreams at night. Of course, this dream is not a nightmare, but a sweet dream that makes people's blood boil.

"Two acres of land, three rooms, wife and children hot kang, this kind of life is also quite tasteful. However, at the moment, I still need a village girl to be my wife. ”

Sang Zhiheng couldn't help shaking his head and thinking about it with a wry smile.

He is now twenty-three years old, and almost all of the girls of his age who did not go to college are famous, and those who have gone to college are probably not willing to go back to the countryside with him to become farmers. Hey, it seems that if you can't, you can only develop from girls younger than yourself.

There has to be a woman, or else this life will be monotonous. Besides, when the lights are turned off at night, I hide in the bed alone, and I don't have anyone to talk to when I'm lonely.

When he looked up and saw that it was about to get dark, he looked down and saw that the sand was almost enough, and that he would find a tractor to transport it to his family's contracted land tomorrow, so he packed up his tools and went home.

Sang Shoucheng quietly observed that his son was doing farm work, so he dispelled his worries and began to support his son to develop his own business in this small mountain village.

Because his father is an expert in growing grapes, Sang Zhiheng still has to consult him for some work. In the evening, at dinner, he asked for advice on how to prune and how to choose cuttings. Once you have mastered these methods, you will be able to go into the space and prune.

After dinner, Sang Zhiheng found some woven bags and thin wires from home, and went back to his bedroom.

Seeing his son go back to the house with a woven bag and thin wire, Shou Chengjia stabbed his old man and said, "Zhiheng's father, what is Zhiheng doing with the woven bag and thin wire?" ”

"Hey, during the day, I saw Zhiheng leveling the mouth of our manhole, and then went to the river to sift the fine sand for a day, and at night I looked for woven bags and fine wires, what kind of medicine is sold in his gourd, I really can't see it as a father."

"Let's follow you, this kid, I love to tinker blindly when I am young, and I don't know what kind of movement I want to make this time."

His son was Sang Shoucheng's pride, and he craned his neck and said to his wife: "My son is a college student who graduated from Tianjing University, he is really a farmer, and he is better than ordinary farmers." ”

"That's it, this is all grandfather, can it be strong."

Shoucheng's wife said as she took out the needlework basket and began to do needlework.

And Sang Shoucheng muttered, carried his dry tobacco bag and went out for a walk.

Sang Shoucheng has a habit of going outside at seven or eight o'clock in the evening, and this habit is actually very good for the body.

As for Sang Zhiheng, after returning to his room, he immediately plugged in the door, threw the woven bag and thin wire aside, then put the jade pendant on his chest, closed his eyes, and then focused all his attention on the jade pendant on his chest.

Soon, he felt a strong attraction pulling his soul out of his body.

After about a minute or two, he opened his eyes and found himself sitting cross-legged in the gossip disc.

Then he stood up and looked around.

The inside of the house is still the same, and nothing has changed. In addition to the gossip disc in the middle of the room, there is also a golden silk nanmu box on the root of the wall on one side. The box is not big, and it can hold dozens of pounds of things.

Touching his pocket, a smile appeared on the corner of Sang Zhiheng's mouth.

The fruit tree pruning shears are still in the pocket and are about to come in handy.

According to the experience I got from my father, if you want to take cuttings to raise vines, you need to choose a strip of paper with three or four shoots a year.

So, Sang Zhiheng hurriedly took the fruit tree pruning shears and came to the grape trellis next to the well in the patio.

Click, click, after a while, Sang Zhiheng was tired and sweating.

Looking at the grape branches on the ground, he estimated that it was almost there. First, the space vine has limited branches, and second, the number of vines that can be transported out by themselves is also limited. Therefore, Sang Zhiheng felt that it was almost enough, so he tied the grape tree branches with nylon ropes and moved them into the nanmu box in the house.

Seeing that the Nanmu box was full, he covered the box again, and finally, he sat cross-legged in the gossip disc in the middle of the room.

After a while, he fell asleep in the gossip disc, and by the time he woke up, he had already returned to the real world.

In the dead of night, the entire Taizi Village fell into tranquility.

Turning on the electric light in his room, Sang Zhiheng saw that the grape branches he had placed in the Nanmu box in the space had been transported to the ground of his bedroom.

As a branch for cuttings, moisturizing is important.

Sang Zhiheng immediately put all the branches into the woven bag prepared in advance, and then slept with peace of mind.

Early the next morning, before dawn, Sang Zhiheng took advantage of the fact that his parents had not yet gotten up, and hurriedly lowered the grape branches that were transported from the space last night into the kiln.

After covering the fine sand, and then sealing the entrance simply, Sang Zhiheng sat on the side with satisfaction, admiring the fruits of his labor.

Looking up at the sun, it was already about eight o'clock in the morning, and it was time for breakfast.

"Zhiheng! Zhiheng! ”

At this time, Sang Zhiheng heard someone shouting his name at the foot of the mountain, and from a distance, it turned out to be his father.

"Dad!"

Sang Zhiheng stood halfway up the mountain, and shouted at the foot of the mountain with his mouth closed.

The mountains are empty, and shouts can be heard far away.

"It's time to go home for dinner, Zhiheng!" Sang Shoucheng shouted again.

"Got it! Father! You go back first! ”

While talking, Sang Zhiheng was carrying it? The head and the shovel followed the path between the mountains, and then they went down the mountain.

The simple people of Taizi Village have been waiting for the ancient Xuangu Mountain for thousands of years. The terraced fields in the mountains are full of economic fruit trees such as peppercorns, walnuts, apples, cherries, etc.; The terraced fields on the mountain beams are planted with sweet potatoes, sorghum, corn, millet and other crops; At the foot of the mountain, in the watered fields, patches of wheat are grown.

There is no excessive strife here, there is no excessive glamour, here is eternal tranquility and well-being, and this is the last home of the spirit.

Walking on the rugged mountain path, Sang Zhiheng felt particularly relaxed and comfortable, as if the whole person had integrated into the surrounding environment.