Bianshanhan [farming]

The snow buried the wooden house. When everyone arrived, they first untied the horse from the sledge, tied it to the book next to it, and then climbed to the top of the wooden house to push down the thick snow.

After the snow on the roof was cleared, some people went to pick up soft firewood, and some people shoveled away the snow around the wooden house. Li Qingwen and Li Qingfeng led people to find the traps dug nearby.

These traps set up last year are now full of dead branches, rotten leaves and snow. They have to be cleared out one by one, and re-laid with dead grass and twigs. This kind of traps are against large animals, small ones, Running over it will not fall in. Of course, they are close to the wooden house, and they will not threaten people's lives.

There were so many people, the snow was shoveled quickly, and when the wooden house was fully exposed, everyone was very happy to see it.

This wooden house was built by Jiang Cong and the others. From the outside, you can clearly see the long logs. In the cold wind howling, in the snow-covered forest, such a solid wooden house stands, which is impressive. When I touched it, I felt a sense of solidity and warmth in my heart.

Last year, Li Qingwen left first because he was going to the capital with Zhou Fengnian. Li Qingfeng and the others left the forest just before the Chinese New Year. They knew that they would come back after a long time. They blocked the windows and doors of the wooden house tightly with wood, so as not to be afraid of wild animals running away. to destroy.

At this time, a group of men removed the wood one by one, and then opened the door of the wooden house.

A stuffy breath came from inside. Someone went in and opened the window. After the cold wind passed through, the wooden house was a bit colder, but the stuffiness was no longer there.

After dispelling the stale air that had been suppressed for a year, the windows were closed, and the firewood was placed in the firepit of the wooden house, where it crackled and burned, and the room was soon warmed up.

Many people saw this kind of wooden house for the first time, took off their boots, stepped on wood completely different from the land, and looked at the corners with novelty.

Li Maoqun took a dozen people to move a jar of wine on the sledge to the cellar. Apart from dry food and fodder for the horses, the wine was the most he brought this time. It was so far away and it was hard to come here once. The sledge must not be empty. These wines can be drunk by themselves, or given to Liu and the others to taste.

Now Li Maoqun's wine is much better. Li Qingwen bought several kinds of koji from the capital. Li Maoqun has no shortage of food, but he makes a lot of wine, which tastes good.

The cellar was not empty either. There were all kinds of pots, pans and bags stored last year, as well as the candles that could not be pulled away last time. They were dragged out and placed on the ground next to the wooden house, set fire to boil water, and then put these Steam with boiling water.

After clearing the traps, Li Qingwen and the others made eye-catching marks around them to prevent their own people from falling into them.The dogs had been tilting their heads to watch just now, and now they were sniffing around the trap. Li Qingwen was not worried that these four smart people would fall into it.

Last year, more than half of the fence that was smashed by the tree was broken, and it was pressed under the snow, and it was impossible to tell whether it was broken by myself or deliberately broken by wild animals.

After the fire was set up outside the wooden house, Li Qingwen and Li Qingfeng took people and dogs around for a few miles to check if there was any danger. They also caught a few pheasants and brought back some fruits.

Although Li Qingwen was not as good at hunting as Jiang Cong, when he went to see the oily fruits, he felt that the forest was also affected by the cold weather. Not only were the oily fruits not as lush as in previous years, but there were also fewer wild animals around here.

It seems that this winter is not only difficult for people, but also for the creatures in the forest.

It was dark very early in the extreme north in winter, and the sky darkened after noon. Li Qingwen and the others didn't dare to delay outside, so they immediately went back to the wooden house.

Many people came during their trip, and the wooden house couldn't accommodate them at all. Tents were pitched outside, except for vigil, cooking, and making candles, they all had to be outside.For the first meal in the forest, everyone still ate dry food, but everyone had an extra bowl of delicious chicken soup, which warmed their stomachs after drinking it.

The most indispensable thing here is wood, one can be set up and burn for a long time, everyone thinks it is very good, there should be more trees planted in the border town, and they praised Li Qingwen for being young and thinking far enough.

After eating, the big guys talked together, and heard that the forest was also affected by the cold, and sighed incessantly.

However, in such a large forest, even if the fruit tree production is reduced, it will not affect them much.

It was agreed to take turns to live in the wooden houses. Those who lived in first spread the mattresses on the floor and lay next to each other. Although it was not as hot as the kang, it was not cold. It's like a paradise inside.

Although pushed aside by many people, on the first night, Li Qingwen stayed outside for the whole night. He was not alone, surrounded by four brothers, Mao Mao, and three other young and middle-aged men from the village.

Mao Mao They are different from other wild beasts, they are not so afraid of fire, but furry things are naturally wary of this thing, they only rest far away from the fire, and if there is any movement in the distance, they will immediately prick up their ears.

When he was alone, Li Qingwen would unconsciously think of Jiang Cong. The food delivery team had been away for almost a month, and he didn't know where he was now.

Originally, I thought that the previous half a year was very long, but I found that life is really slow now.

On the way, he finally found a chance to talk to Lao Zhong alone, and learned from him that Jiang Cong's grandfather was a very strict person who disciplined his children a lot.

Most of the Jiang family's children are soft-bodied, and the relationship between father and daughter is very bad, and they almost killed them. Things, still hate, so they are extra lenient to their children.

Jiang Liping, Jiang Cong and others sent the silver and the family letter back to their hometown, and later sent it back to Fang Zi, who made the candles. These families in Hongzhou have been rich in recent years, and life is easier, so they began to worry about their son's lifelong affairs. Dare to hope that my child can come back, just to continue the bloodline.

I rescued the desperate girls and sent them to the border town. I didn’t know who came up with the idea at first, but then everyone did the same, and they didn’t force these girls. These girls used to be very miserable. They wanted to live a good life and didn’t care about each other Is it a criminal of the court?

The Jiang family had also thought about it, but Jiang Cong sent home several thick family letters one after another, but the Jiang family and himself were unwilling, so they let it go.

In fact, which parents don't want their children to be well, Jiang Jiahe is the same, but he has suffered from being persecuted before, and he doesn't want Jiang Cong to suffer from this crime again.

Li Qingwen turned over, with a tuft of dog hair on his nose, a little itchy.

He has thought a lot these days. From before to now, he has never liked a man or a woman. He only likes Jiang Cong. He doesn't know if he is a broken sleeve, so he didn't rush to tell his family.

He didn't think about it, he just wanted to be with Jiang Cong as before.

But it seems that this matter is not as simple as he thought.

He couldn't tell what the kiss meant before Jiang Cong left, so he could only explain it clearly when he came back.

After thinking a lot in a mess, Li Qingwen fell into a deep sleep.

At night, there was a strong wind in the forest, and countless branches covered with snow and icicles were blown off. There were not many trees blocking the outside, and the sky was filled with white snow and fine sand. It was impossible to see what was in front of me three steps away.

The people in the forest woke up from the cold, trembling and adding firewood, but on the road to the northwest, the snowstorm affected the journey too much, and the food transporters were in great trouble, and many exiles were frostbitten and in great pain.

Cold Sun began to show its bloodthirsty fangs.

The people in the forest didn't know how scary it was outside, they took back the oily fruits in a hurry, smashed them, and then steamed them to produce oil to make candles. Li Qingwen and Li Qingfeng took dogs and people to pick fruits nearby, picking persimmons, pine nuts, hazelnuts, Hunting and harvesting herbs.

They accidentally found a piece of forest with many black fungus growing on it. Their flesh was so thick that they all froze to death. Finally, they were picked off and put into sacks.

The taste of this kind of frozen fungus is not very good, you must eat it as soon as it thaws, otherwise it will be spoiled, and you have to pay attention to cooking it when eating it.

You don't mind the trouble, as long as you can eat it.

In fact, autumn in the forest is the best time to harvest, but the field is so busy that there is no manpower to spare. When I come back now, I see that many things have been ruined, and it is really distressing.

When collecting persimmons, the four Mao Mao siblings surrounded a place and screamed non-stop. Li Qingwen stepped on the snow and saw a squirrel lying there. It seemed to be injured, with blood on its brown hair and weak body It was ups and downs, and the big tail didn't move at all.

The squirrel in this area has long been classified as a laborer by Li Qingwen, so he immediately took it home, carefully wiped the wound, and then applied medicine.

Wrap it up, put it in a basket, and hang it high, lest Maomao and the others will hurt it again by mistake.

He is not enough for these four pickers now. In contrast, the little squirrel has no ability to fight back.