portable space

It's good weather again, cloudless, and the blue sky is like washing with water, which makes people's minds expand.

Zhang Taiping first found a place to release the black dragon from the space. This guy was enjoying himself in the space, but he was still a little unhappy after being transferred out by Zhang Taiping.

Zhang Taiping ignored its little temper and patted its neck to let it look for food at the foot of the mountain. He didn't want this guy to go directly to the lavender field and chew the lavender leaves in the center. Fortunately, it was still there.

Being sensible and not trampling it carelessly, Zhang Taiping let it go. Anyway, these lavenders will need to be cleaned up after a while.

I moved my body a little and returned to the yard.

Autumn is really everywhere. The yard is covered with withered yellow leaves. With the early morning wind, they roll on the ground and make a rustling sound. People can really feel the deep feeling of autumn.

Zhang Taiping picked up the broom leaning against the eaves, swept the leaves in the yard into a corner, and left them unprocessed. After drying for a period of time, these leaves were used to burn the kang in winter, which was also considered waste recycling.

When I was putting the broom down, I heard several chirping sounds. I looked up and saw a swallow sticking its head out of the nest. Most birds in the north have flown to the south this season, but Zhang

Due to various reasons, the Taiping Courtyard still maintains a part of the midsummer scene or retains some aura that is inexplicably attractive to animals. Some spiritual migratory birds have not left, and these nests of swallows are part of them.

It is a good thing that these swallows can stay. At least it means that this yard is a blessed home. But it is not a good thing for these swallows. The climate in the north is extremely cold in winter. The ability of swallows to survive in such a cold environment is estimated to be worse than that of sparrows.

, once it snows, you will definitely freeze to death.

Zhang Taiping raised his eyebrows, knowing that he would have to support these little guys this winter.

He entered the room and called Fan Ming out.

"Brother, what's going on? I'm combing my hair!" Fan Ming said with a comb in one hand and persuading her hair with the other.

Zhang Taiping smiled and said, "I've given you a task. Do you dare to take it?"

Fan Ming, however, did not directly take over everything. This time he learned the lesson wisely. He rolled his eyes and asked with a smile: "Brother, what task should you tell me first?"

Zhang Taiping pointed to several swallows' nests under the eaves and said: "Have you seen those swallows' nests? The swallows inside have not migrated to the south. They have nothing to do now, but if the climate drops suddenly in winter, they will

It’s hard to get used to it, especially when it snows. It’s up to you to save these swallows from dire straits. Do you dare to take it?”

Fan Ming's sympathy was quite strong. Hearing Zhang Taiping describe the miserable situation of the little Yanzi he loved, he agreed without even thinking: "It's a small matter, no problem. But it can't be in vain, what's the point?"

award?"

Zhang Taiping asked with a smile: "What kind of reward do you want?"

Fan Ming tilted his head and thought for a while and said, "I haven't figured it out yet. I'll tell my brother when I figure it out."

"what ever."

"Don't be shy about giving me a fight when the time comes." Fan Ming ran away with a smile.

There were no children in school on Sundays, so breakfast would be around eight or nine o'clock. Before breakfast was ready, Zhang Taiping rode his motorcycle to the outside of the village to have a look.

The engineering team building the road has started in the past few days. First, more than a dozen large excavators will dig out the road a little wider. If there is any danger, they will dig it down in advance to avoid sudden changes.

The landslide caused casualties.

Although it is still early in the morning, it is not too early in the eyes of rural people, especially those in the mountains who have already done one or two disappearing jobs. Now the people who volunteered to build roads are busy in full swing

, the sound of chants and shouts is endless, and some men are even shirtless, but they don't feel the cold in this clear autumn morning.

Of course, such hard work is not without reward. The construction team hired people on the spot and paid fifty yuan a day. Although it is not a big salary in the city, it is quite a lot for people in the mountains, so the labor is very high.

adequate.

The old village chief is also here, but he is not working, but helping to direct the people or pouring people a glass of water to make smoke. At this age, he is picking up a sledgehammer to hit rocks, not to mention his body.

Whether he can bear it or not, Wang Gui will not agree at first.

Wherever Zhang Taiping passed, people he knew stopped to say hello. This is his current prestige in the village.

Anyone who can talk to anyone, Zhang Taiping, is not shy about giving out a cigarette and chatting for a few words.

The old village chief was standing talking to a foreman-like figure wearing a steel helmet. When he saw Zhang Taiping coming over, he planned to pour him a glass of water.

Zhang Taiping quickly stopped him and said, "Uncle, don't bother me."

The old village chief stopped what he was doing and asked, "What do you want when you come here?"

Zhang Taiping shook his head and said, "It's nothing, I just came here to take a look."

The old village chief nodded and said, "It's good to come and take a look." He was obviously very satisfied with Zhang Taiping's approach, which showed that Zhang Taiping still cared about things in the village. As a result, Zhang Taiping handed over the cigarette and asked, "

How is the situation at the pig farm? Do you have any clues?" Although he said that this matter would be handled by a few juniors with full authority, he still couldn't help but ask.

"The address has been selected. It is on the wasteland east of the wheat field. Experts have been contacted and they will be able to break ground in two days." Zhang Taiping nodded and said.

He didn't stay long, lit cigarettes for the old village chief and the foreman and left.

It wasn't until Zhang Taiping left that the foreman blew out a puff of blue smoke and asked, "Brother Wang, who is this?"

The old village chief felt a little uncomfortable smoking this kind of cigarette, but he still couldn't bear to throw it away. He held it in his hand and said: "The younger people in the village, it is under his leadership that the village can change from the small Gougou to what it is now."

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"The credit of one person?"

The old village chief thought for a while and said: "It's really the credit of one person, and the others didn't put in much effort."

"That's really amazing. The young people are awesome. There are capable people there!" The foreman sighed.

After Zhang Taiping returned, a young man driving an excavator and a young man from the village were resting and talking together.

"Who is this? He is so awesome. He is even better than your village chief. Who is the leader of the village?" The young man driving the excavator asked curiously.

The young man in the village said: "He is not a leader, his name is Zhang Dashuai."

"Not the leader? I thought he was the village party secretary in your village. So we will have so many people meeting and greeting? It's like meeting your own God of Wealth."

The young man in the village smiled and didn't say much, but he murmured in his heart that this was really the God of Wealth in the village.

Yaya had already gotten up when she got home. Ever since she started school, the little girl has always stayed in bed and slept in on holiday mornings. This is a common problem among children. Zhang Taiping did not set any rules about what time to get up on Sunday.

In his opinion, educating children only requires grasping the general direction of their thoughts, and there are no excessive requirements on some trivial details. Besides, a child over five years old should still enjoy this pampering.

After breakfast, Cai Yazhi asked Zhang Taiping: "Is it time to pick the persimmons from the tree?"

Zhang Taiping thought about it and agreed. You can't let all the persimmons soften on the tree before taking them off, otherwise you won't be able to eat them all at once, and when they are ripe, they will break if touched even slightly, making them unbearable.

In the mountains, most persimmons are broken off with their branches while they are still hard, interspersed together, and hung in groups with ropes under the eaves or on the beams. These persimmons will slowly become soft and mature, and they do not look like

The most important thing about ripening like a swarm on the tree is that this method is durable.

When I was a kid, I would bring home the persimmons and hang them on the roof like this. Then every day I would stand on the bench and squeeze all the persimmons, eat the soft ones, and then finish them when they were all ripe and soft.

However, this is how people who do not plan to sell persimmons leave it to their own homes. People who plan to sell persimmons leave the persimmons on the tree for a longer time, but not until they are all soft, which will make them difficult to pick.

Pick them when they are about to ripen, bury them in sawdust, and they will all become soft in two days. This is a traditional way to ripen persimmons.

"Well, then pick them off, otherwise the birds will be worthless in two days." Zhang Taiping said.

In fact, that's all he didn't say. With Xiao Jin and Xiao Feng here, the blind bird wouldn't go to the garden to steal things.

During this time, the persimmons on the trees were left unattended, and another batch became soft. These persimmons should not be shaken, and could only be picked gently and then handled with care. Zhang Taiping weighed too much, and Yaya was too small.

Mingzhang Taiping was worried. Originally, the best candidate to pick the persimmons from the high places of the tree was Wukong, but this guy was very clumsy, and soft persimmons would always break when picked.

With no other choice, Zhang Taiping had no choice but to ask Ye Ling to go to the village to find a sturdy boy to climb the tree.

Unexpectedly, Ye Ling said: "Master, let me do it. When I was in the mountains, I often climbed trees. I can climb trees and I am not afraid of heights."

Zhang Taiping remembered that the first time he met Ye Ling was in a tree. He thought that he had good tree climbing ability and was light-weight. Although he had not learned any real skills after learning kung fu for such a long time, his physical strength

However, the coordination has been greatly improved. There should be no problem in climbing trees and picking persimmons.

Then he nodded and said, "Okay, then you go up." Zhang Taiping stood below, always prepared just in case.

Cai Yazhi said to Zhang Taiping with some worry: "Let's forget it. I'm not worried about Ling'er going up. Let Wukong pick it from the top. It's much better than shaking it down before."

In the past, there was no way to pick the soft persimmons that were high up in the persimmon tree, so four people could only hold a piece of cloth underneath, then shake the tree, and the ripe soft persimmons would fall from the tree one after another.

This method is a last resort, most of them fall directly into a puddle; only a few can maintain their round shape, but the cover behind them remains on the tree and cannot be saved.

Ye Ling comforted: "Auntie, I'm fine."

Zhang Taiping also said: "Ling'er also grew up in the mountains, and his tree-climbing skills are no worse than Wukong's. And isn't there me greeting you down there?"

Cai Yazhi was still a little worried and said: "Then let Ling'er tie a rope around his waist and tie it to a tree, so nothing will happen."

Although he didn't believe anything would happen, this was undoubtedly a more appropriate approach, so Zhang Taiping went back to get a rope.

Watching Ye Ling move nimbly like a monkey on the high slender branches, even though he knew he was tied to a rope, he was still nervous.

After picking all the persimmons and putting them in a pile, there were surprisingly many soft persimmons. The main reason was that the environment and the water used here were special, which made these persimmons ripen early.

It’s not easy to store. I can’t finish the food at home, and I’m too lazy to put it in the space. You have to know that there is a persimmon tree in the space that is full of soft persimmons even bigger than this. So he waved his big hand and said, “If anyone doesn’t have it, give it to them.”

Someone send some over."

Almost every house in the village has a persimmon tree. Even Lu Feng's house has a lantern persimmon tree. The lion on this persimmon tree is very small, only half the size of an egg. It is called a fire reel in the mountains.

In the prosperous times, the persimmons on a small tree were enough for the two of them to eat.

But not all families have persimmon trees. At least Mr. Zhao, who is comparable in age to the old man, does not have a persimmon tree in his house. There are also two new residents, Mr. Li and Mr. Tang, who live across the door.

The bamboo at that time was dug on Mr. Zhao's hillside, so now it is only natural to send some persimmons there.

After the old man found out about this, he asked Zhang Taiping to pass over a bottle of medicinal wine he brewed. It seemed that the relationship between the two old men was good.

Zhang Taiping sent it to him personally, which seemed more sincere, and he also put a bottle of wine brewed by himself. It was brewed with space spring water and high-grade honey, and a piece of ginseng was also put in it.

Wine is of great benefit to the elderly. Not to mention the relationship between the two old men, Zhao Qingsi's relationship alone makes this bottle of top quality wine a gift.

Mr. Zhao was basking in the sun in the yard. The girl who took care of Mr. Zhao and Zhao Qingsi's sister were holding a laptop and playing games on the stone table next to them. The door was open, so there was no need to knock on the door this time.

Zhang Taiping entered the yard and startled the puppy. It barked twice to wake up its owner.

Mr. Zhao opened his eyes and saw Zhang Taiping, so he stretched out his arms and asked him to sit on the bench beside him.

Zhang Taiping put the things he brought on the stone table and said: "I just picked some persimmons from the tree, bring them over and let Grandpa Zhao have a taste."

"That crystal persimmon tree in your orchard?" Mr. Zhao asked, stroking his beard.

Zhang Taiping nodded: "The past few years have matured earlier than in previous years. Most of them are soft when picked and cannot be stored."

The girl who was playing on the computer took one out of the basket and handed it to the old man first, and then took one for herself without any politeness.

This kind of persimmon is large in size and tastes good, and its skin is thin and easy to peel. It is translucent in the sun and you can directly see a few blurry seeds inside. It is worthy of the name of "crystal".

After Mr. Zhao finished eating the persimmons, Zhang Taiping took out two more bottles of wine and introduced: "My grandpa asked me to bring this bottle to Grandpa Zhao, and this bottle was brewed by myself."

"Brother Zhang is interested." Mr. Zhao picked up two wine jars and said, "You are not bad either."

Zhang Taiping smiled and said: "My wine has a strong aroma and contains some tonic substances. It is of great benefit to the body, but it is a bit strong, so Grandpa Zhao should drink less every time." Zhang Taiping said with a smile.

Taiping said this not because Mr. Zhao should stop drinking, but because any tonic should not be taken in too strong a dose at one time, especially if the physical fitness of young people is not as good as that of the elderly. If the dosage is excessive, the tonic will become a life-threatening poison.

I think Mr. Zhao must also understand this truth, nodded, and casually opened the gourd sent by Zhang Taiping.

"Huh? What a good wine!" Mr. Zhao's eyes immediately lit up.

The girl eating persimmons next to her sniffed her nose and said, "It smells so good!"

At that moment, Mr. Zhao asked the girl to go into the house and get three cups out, and each of them drank one cup. After finishing the meal, Mr. Zhao decisively closed the lid. One cup a day was enough. Drinking more would be really serious for an old man.

It has become poison.

After chatting for a while, Zhang Taiping got up and left.

Before leaving, Zhang Taiping asked the girl: "Do you know your sister's phone number?" Zhang Taiping asked because his phone was turned off since he last saw Zhao Qingsi.

The little girl asked warily, as if guarding against a thief: "Why do you ask this?"

Zhang Taiping understood from her expression that she probably knew Zhao Qingsi's phone number and was in regular contact with him.

Although he didn't know why Zhao Qingsi cut off contact with him during this period, it was fine as long as she was safe. He didn't ask any more questions and left with the basket.