Cutting down trees is not only a hard work, but also a.

In this way, under the guidance of the second uncle, Lin Musen's movements are becoming more and more proficient, and he has great strength, and after the guidance of the experienced second uncle, he cut down the tree, and after a while, the kung fu is much faster than that of ordinary people.

At this time, Lin Musen's hands were holding the handle of the axe, aiming at a camphor tree, slowly, when he swung the axe, his hand was not as hard as just now, and his arm shook one by one, slowing down the shock force, and then leisurely, which not only saved effort, but also made rapid progress.

Looking at the fallen trees, Lin Musen couldn't help but narcissistically think that he still had a talent for cutting trees.

When many villagers saw Lin Musen's expression, they all changed their opinion of him, a gentle young man, and secretly gave a thumbs up, and they were more confident in the orchard he would run next.

The axe flies, the sawdust splashes everywhere, and the "bang bang bang" slashing sound like a storm resounded in the mountains and forests, which was extremely lively.

The cut trees were pulled to the open field, and some villagers cut off the treetops and remnants of the trunks, tied them into broom-like shapes, and then pulled them back to the village women to use firewood.

Most people in the mountains are accustomed to cooking with firewood for cooking, which is a gift from nature.

Leaving the green mountains without fear of no firewood is also a philosophy that our ancestors have told us since thousands of years, cutting represents destruction, and replanting is a new life.

With the development of the times, the use of gas and induction cookers has gradually become popular, but in some villages in relatively poor mountains, most people have the habit of burning firewood at home.

As the sun rose, the temperature became higher and higher, and slowly, the hot people began to take off their shirts and work, revealing their firm and dark skin, which belonged to the skin color of laborers.

Fortunately, a clearing had been cleared, and since there was no shelter from the woods, there was a gust of mountain wind blowing over, with a slightly cool feeling that kept them from sweating.

When the villagers were tired, they sat on a certain tree stump to rest to relieve their fatigue, and when they were thirsty, they went to the side of the stream formed by the mountain spring and drank a sip to moisten their throats, and then continued to be busy cleaning up the mountain forest.

At noon, you can see Daao Village in the mountains and forests of the back mountain.

I saw that there are many blue brick and tile houses arranged at different heights on the hills, which look very historical and cultural, and the mountains and rivers are exhausted, showing the beauty of the small jasper in the water towns in the south of the Yangtze River.

How can such a beautiful scenery not be nostalgic?

It is no wonder that the old people of Daao Village never wanted to leave, but some young men yearned for the bright lights of the city and sang every night.

For people like Lin Musen who have come out of urban life, this kind of tranquility and tranquility in the countryside is what he thinks is the most valuable.

The smoke drifted away for a while, and under the instructions of the second uncle, everyone packed up their things, and then they went home for lunch.

And Lin Musen, at the invitation of his second uncle, went to them for dinner again.

When I arrived at the second uncle's house, the second grandmother was also very happy to see Lin Musen as a guest, and kept talking to Lin Musen with a smile, asking this, asking that, Lin Musen also answered obediently.

Because he didn't say hello in advance, the second uncle brought Lin Musen, the second grandmother was going to add a soup to a stir-fry, but was quickly stopped by Lin Musen, so he was persuaded to come down, he just came to have a light meal, and he didn't want to trouble the second grandmother too much.

But the old people are different, the guests always want to bring out the best, this is what they think is the way of hospitality.

Lin Musen had forgotten what day of the week it was, but he knew that it was definitely not the weekend, because Long Longlong's plump little fat man was not there.

I saw a bowl of dried bamboo shoots and stewed meat, a plate of fried cabbage, and a jar of chopped chili peppers on the wooden table in the square, which is a very ordinary dish eaten by people in mountain villages, especially the can of bright red chopped chili.

Most of the southern areas are warm and humid and rainy, the deep mountains and old forests are even more humid, due to the living environment, people in the mountains are quite fond of eating chili peppers, eating spicy can play a role in getting wet, appetizing, and keeping out the cold, in addition to this, of course, the delicious taste makes people linger.

The second grandmother took out the dishes and chopsticks, filled the rice, and the three of them ate it.

Lin Musen first tasted the stew of dried bamboo shoots, it was very fragrant and delicious, the bamboo shoots had a meaty taste, and the meat had the fragrance of bamboo shoots. Moreover, the fat in the pork makes the dried bamboo shoots taste better and fragrant, and the taste is very good, and the dried bamboo shoots absorb the oil of the pork, making the pork taste less fatty.

Because Lin Musen felt that his body was already good and couldn't get any better, he no longer deliberately restrained himself from eating what he ate, what was delicious to eat, and as for the big bag of medicine, he had already hidden it and never eaten it again.

Scooped a spoonful of chopped pepper into the bowl, Balabala a few chopsticks and rice to the mouth, the spicy taste of chopped pepper and fresh salty, very appetizing and delicious, Lin Musen liked it very much, and the taste was very similar to that of grandma before, and he couldn't help but add another spoonful.

Lin Musen happily ate while praising the craftsmanship of the second grandmother: "The chopped pepper you made is so delicious, let's ...... it."

"Hahaha, Komori eats more if he likes it. The second grandmother saw Lin Musen's food, and responded with a hearty laugh.

"Eun, okay. ”

After having a satisfying lunch at the second uncle's house, the second grandmother saw that Lin Musen loved to eat the chopped peppers she made, so she took a new can of chopped peppers to Lin Musen.

Then, when Lin Musen was about to go back to the old house, the second grandmother thought of something, as if she had turned on some kind of switch, and took out a lot of various things at home, such as dried bamboo shoots, dried shiitake mushrooms, fungus, etc., and then asked Lin Musen to take them home, as well as a jar of pickled radish and a can of tofu.

The second grandmother saw that Lin Musen was really ready to live in her hometown, and she also invested in the village to see the orchard, and it was really distressing for a young man to live alone in the mountains.

She also knew that Lin Musen wouldn't come to eat every day, so she wanted him to bring these things to eat by himself, anyway, she made them herself, which was more convenient.

Lin Musen didn't refuse, this was the second grandmother's heart, but he really only had two hands and couldn't hold so many things, so the second grandmother had to ask the second uncle to help carry it back.

The second grandmother also said to Lin Musen, who was leaving with a bunch of things, that she was picking it up after eating, and there was still it at home.

Lin Musen was really embarrassed to eat and take it, thinking about whether to bring supplements again.

The second uncle also walked on the side and told Lin Musen that they would come and get it after eating, they would make it themselves, and it was not worth a few dollars to eat with confidence.

He smiled at his second uncle, which was relieved.