The end-of-life life of a mountain farmhouse

That being said, there are still more than ten miles of mountain roads from the entrance of the village to Lianhu, which is still a straight line distance, and the winding Xiuda road is at least twice as long.

And now there are only 76 households in their village. If the road from the village entrance to Lianhu needs to be repaired, the state will not subsidize it. If one household repairs a road that is more than half a mile, which one can afford the money!

Until now, they still take the road built by the original factory to enter the mountain. Their village has no ability to pave the cement road for the time being, but they have raised some money intermittently in the past few years and paved the gravel road.

Over the years, in fact, there are bosses in their village who have taken a fancy to the environment here and want to travel here, but during the inspection, everything has been considered and arranged. I just didn’t expect that the county magistrate who accompanied the foreign boss on the inspection hadn’t entered the village yet. Just crashed into a car from Qilin'ao, and there were two other investment bosses in the same car.

The rescue was timely, and everyone was safe and sound, but it also showed the evil nature of this place, not to mention that the business owners valued these things more, and the investment was nothing.

In those few years, guarding the huge fruit forest, the corners of the village people's mouths were bubbling with worry.

There is no owner to come in to harvest the fruits grown, and the villagers have no means of transport to sell them. They cannot earn money at home, and everyone can only follow the crowd to go out to work.

After going out to gain knowledge, fewer people are willing to return to the village, and the money earned by working part-time at that time is no less than that of farming and serving fruit trees in the village. Although it is not necessarily easier than working at home, the work is less, like entering a factory. Yes, you can rest after work, but you can farm at home, 365 hours a day, 24 days a year.

Even fewer people are willing to stay in the village.

Lianhua Village belongs to a hilly area, and the whole village is surrounded by mountains of various sizes, but there are few people in the village, and everyone can share a lot of land, especially on the top of the mountain. There is also one.

Lin Yang's new house is built on his own hill.

There are more than 20 households in the village, and most of them build their houses at the entrance of the village, especially the new houses built in recent years, and everyone is willing to build them here.

It is so convenient to build a house here, the cement road leads directly to the door, clean and convenient.

In addition, life has improved in the past few years, and almost every household has a car, whether it is a big-name luxury car or an economical domestic car, or a tricycle, or a second-hand small four-wheeler. Who wants to walk on a muddy road if they can walk on a cement road.

Lin Yang also has a homestead at the entrance of the village. His father gave it to his father when the family was divided, but after the homestead was distributed, he insisted that Lin Yang's father build the house on the hilltop under his father's name, which is Lin Yang. Where I live now.

Lin Yang lived here as long as he could remember, so when he had the money to build a new house, he demolished the half-baked old house and built a bigger new house without moving the land.

Looking up from the foot of the mountain, you can see your house hidden among the lush green fruit trees.

"Dad, get out of the car." When the tricycle drove to the foot of the mountain, Yuzi tugged on Lin Yang's clothes, fluffy and coquettish with her father: "Pick red bayberries."

Cheng Zi also reached out to grab his father's clothes, Cheng Zi rolled his big eyes and shouted loudly: "I won't take the car anymore, I want to eat red bayberry.

Eating red bayberry is a fake, but not wanting to go home is real. Chengzi wants to catch birds in the fruit forest. Last time he found a small bird's nest, I don't know if there are any bird eggs now.

Lin Yang held the handlebar and refused without turning his head: "No! Your father won't let me."

Don't think that he doesn't know the plan of these two brats, they just want to climb a tree and roll back in mud, and he will have to be scolded at that time, so he won't do it.

I just know how to pick soft persimmons, and if I have the ability to tell their asparagus father.

"Also, the bayberries you picked two days ago are still in the refrigerator, and you haven't eaten any of them, so you are not allowed to pick them."

"It's not delicious." Yuzu pouted and poked her little finger: "It's not fresh."

"Hey, when you picked it the day before yesterday, you said that it didn't taste good when you picked it, and you have to put it in the refrigerator before eating it. Now you want to eat fresh ones. I think you want to be slapped." Lin Yang threatened.

"Father, I don't eat red bayberry." Chengzi is very sensible, but it's impossible to just give up. He kicked his calf, planning to take a roundabout route.

"Dad, the teacher said to draw pictures, birds and butterflies, I want to see them."

"Go back and tell your father, no matter what you say now, I don't agree with it, don't waste your energy." Lin Yang stepped up the gas pedal, and told them again: "Don't move, Dad is going to climb a hill, move and fall Go down and get covered in mud, if I can’t wash it clean, I don’t want it.”

About to throw the child away again, Cheng Zi sighed like a little adult, and secretly glanced at his father behind his back: "Hmph, how bad!"

After comforting the two children, Lin Yang began to concentrate on driving.

The S-shaped mountain road back home has been going back and forth for 26 years, and he has to go up and down several times a day. Lin Yang can drive even with his eyes closed, but he doesn't dare to be careless if there are children in the car.

The Huanshan road back to Lin Yang's house is also the main road from the village to Lianhu.

He was reluctant to build his new house at the entrance of the village, partly due to nostalgia, but he also considered the traffic problem of travel.

Although the road from the village to Lianhu is not hardened, there is absolutely no problem in driving, whether it is a tractor or a truck.

In addition, before he built a house, he specially invited an excavator to come back and widen the road up the mountain. After sprinkling small cinders and pebbles, it will be easier to walk now. Of course, the waste tires are also real.

Fifteen minutes later, the tricycle arrived at the door of Lin Yang's house.

The entire mountain is owned by Lin Yang. In addition to the house he built, which occupies more than 200 square meters, he also hired people to clear an open space of more than one mu to set up a large shed for drying persimmons.

There are not many ways to make money in the village. Growing food can only fill the stomach. If you want to make money, you can only rely on a few fruit trees on the hills.

Now selling fruit is not as difficult as before. In the past, they could only rely on out-of-town bosses to go into the mountains to buy in large quantities. The price is high and the price is low. They have the final say. Now that the Internet is developed, information is circulated, and they also have cars, they can pull them to the city or province. The wholesale market sells.

Otherwise, it can be sold on the Internet, but it may be that there is no money to promote it, or it may not be marketed. The sales volume on the Internet is not high.

Before the car came to a complete stop, she heard the sound of TV music coming from the house - the twins' favorite cartoon, Yuzu couldn't wait to twitch her little hands: "Dad, Dad, Peppa, it's Peppa."

"Watch TV, watch TV, hurry up!" Cheng Zi's excited calf was like a hot wheel, wishing to fly to the TV right away.

Lin Yang was ill-tempered, and parked the car slowly, teasing his son on purpose: "Didn't you just say you picked red bayberries? Why didn't you pick them again? The two old red bayberries behind the house are almost red, go and pick them." Well, I agree."

He drove slower and slower, and deliberately turned around on the cement patio in front of his house to find a place. This place is not good, and the one that parked wrongly, the twins are so anxious, like a little frog hanging on a tree The same, the excited limbs are scratching around.

Seeing that the big daddy can't be counted on, the twins hurried to find foreign aid.

"Dad, Dad, help!"

"Dad, I want to go down, let me go down quickly."

"Ahhhhhh..." The anxious one even gave up on the voice system, so he could only yell ahhhh.

Wenzhu heard the gas pedal of a tricycle a long time ago. This broken tricycle is also an old qualification. It is about the same time as he came to this world. It has been tinkering and driving until now. Except for the louder sound, there is nothing wrong with it. Going uphill and downhill is more vigorous than the pickup truck Lin Yang bought two years ago.

"What are you screaming for? Your voice is louder than that of a tricycle. Don't blame me for bringing you injections and medicines when your throat hurts."

Wenzhu carried the two couriers out of the house, put them in the car, and then began to unbuckle the twins' seat belts.

"Dad, give it to me, give it to me, let me untie it first." Yuzu's anxious facial features began to exert force, opening his little hands and feet. If he could move, he would definitely wrap around his father tightly like an octopus.

"No, give it to me, solve it for me first." Orange screamed, not to be outdone at all, stretched her body to reach the asparagus, trying to use her short hands to pull her father over.

"No quarreling." Wenzhu patted their waving little hands back: "You guys discuss carefully, and I will explain it to you after the discussion."

"Woo..." Youzi pouted, but he didn't want to do what his father said. Seeing his father standing aside, his eyes lit up, and he immediately asked him for help: "Good father, help me untie it."

Good dad? !Lin Yang thought it was funny, this little guy, who will only be three years old in a month and a half, will be flattering now.

The clever ghost Chengzi saw her brother looking for her father, so she said to Asparagus: "Dad, dad help my brother, you help me, you help me, one for each of us."

"No." Wen Zhu pushed Lin Yang to the back, not allowing him to come forward, and spoke to the two children in an unquestionable tone: "Only I can help you solve the problem. If you have an agreement, whoever solves it first will do it. If you can't negotiate, hang up." Let’s stay here, and we don’t have to eat tonight.” “By the way, what are we going to eat tonight?” He winked at Lin Yang, who immediately understood, and said, “There are big chicken legs tonight. There are fried and fragrant dried fish, and boiled glutinous potatoes. They are so delicious. One mouthful of rice and one dish makes my mouth water. But you are tied up here tonight. It seems that there are only me and my father. eat."

"I, I like it." Yuzu is a snack foodie, and when he heard so many delicious things, he quickly raised his little hand to show his attitude: "Dad, Dad, I want to eat, me," he glanced at the orange, beeping The mouth said: "I am willing to discuss it with my brother."

"What about you, do you still want to have dinner tonight?" After finishing the boss, Wenzhu turned his attention to the more difficult second brother: "If you don't eat, I won't cook your meal later."

Chengzi is not as obsessed with food as pomelo, but he likes dried fish very much. After hesitating for two or three seconds, he also raised his hand and said, "I want to eat dried fish. Eat a lot." He didn't lose his temper, and tried to make a condition: "I eat small dried fish, not vegetables."

He is a bit picky eater and thinks green vegetables are not tasty, so he should try to eat as little as possible. The kindergarten teacher called him several times and said that the child is a little constipated.