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Although it was the season of cold weather and earthquakes, Kang Shunfeng still worked up a sweat before giving up. Hu Xiezi had already entered the pit at this time. He took his spectacles from the pit table and read a book with no beginning or end. Book. It is said that Hu Xiezi attended a private school for a few days when he was a child, and could recognize most traditional Chinese characters. He collected many thread-bound books in his hand. Kang Shunfeng had read a few of them, but they had no beginning or end, and the writing had no punctuation marks. He really couldn't read it. I understand very well, but I know that they are books about metaphysics and medical skills.
Although Hu Xiezi is not a serious Chinese medicine practitioner, his traumatology and bone setting skills were passed down from Mr. Liu Yingwu.
Mr. Liu's ability in traumatology and bone setting is quite famous in Puzhou. However, this skill was mainly passed down to his eldest son Liu Hegang. Hu Xiezi did not learn it seriously, but he followed it a lot. , Under the impression of hearing and seeing, I have basically mastered everything.
Xiang Shan and Kang Shunfeng brought hot water and shared a basin to wash their bodies in the kiln. In the past, there was a shortage of water in the plateau, so they ate kiln water, so they always used less water. Until now, although deep wells have been dug and tap water has been connected, the habit of saving water cannot be changed for a while.
Xiangshan washed himself, put on his clothes and got on the kang. He sat cross-legged and practiced a calm and controlled breathing technique. Kang Shunfeng also put on his clothes and opened the kiln door to pour water.
He walked to the yard and threw his hands into the yard. As soon as he turned around, he saw the door of the kiln next door opened. Against the light, although he couldn't see clearly, he still knew that it was Zhang Mei standing there. He couldn't help but feel a pang of regret in his heart for bringing Zhang Mei to play, but he concentrated on practicing kung fu and left her aside.
He waved to her, then quickly entered the kiln, put the washbasin on the shelf, put on a military coat he brought from home, and held Xiang Shan's one in his hands. It is relatively cold in the Weibei Plateau, and the thin coats sold in general stores cannot withstand the heat, so many people have thick coats at home. However, the coats made at home do not look good, and the ones sold outside are not so thick. , so many people asked someone to buy military coats. Where there is demand, there is a market, so some people specialize in the business of reselling military coats. There is no market for this kind of thick coats in cities, but they are quite popular here.
Kang Shunfeng and Xiangshan both bought their military coats this year. Because the two of them left some money for their families, their family was much better off. It happened that someone nearby came to the village to sell military coats. The four old people gritted their teeth and bought them in one fell swoop. I ordered five pieces and figured out the wholesale price. Compared with the clothes sold in stores outside, military uniforms are wear-resistant and soil-resistant, and are more suitable for rural life.
Kang Shunfeng used to have one, but it was very old.
Although when the four girls came, he had already told them that it was very cold here, but the thickest down jacket they brought was fine here during the day, but it was still not enough at night, so basically when they arrived in Gastrodia Hei, the four of them stayed on the hot kang in the kiln and never went out again.
In recent years, everyone feels that winter has become less cold, but compared with cities where there is a large amount of energy supply for heat conversion and emissions, the temperature in rural areas is still much lower.
Kang Shunfeng gently closed the door and left the cave. Xiang Shan was still meditating on the kang without opening his eyes; Hu Xiezi was still reading his book under the lamp without raising his head.
There was a crack in the door of the kiln next door. When Kang Shunfeng walked over, he found Zhang Mei standing beside the door, and softly called out: "Zhang Mei" Zhang Mei opened the door and came out, her body She was already wearing her thickest down jacket, but as soon as she went out, Kang Shunfeng could clearly feel her shivers.
Kang Shunfeng unfolded his clothes, wrapped her in his coat, and wrapped her head in her scarf under the light from the den door. Zhang Mei wore a down jacket underneath and Xiang Shan's military coat on the outside. This one was as thick and round as a panda. Kang Shunfeng took her hand. He had just finished practicing, and his hands were full of energy and blood. They were so warm that Zhang Mei's little hands were cold. He couldn't help but hold her hands tightly, and felt distressed in his heart.
Zhang Mei closed the kiln door, and the two of them went out together.
A dozen steps to the right outside Hu Xiezi's door is a large millstone from the past. It has been a long time ago. Only half of the millstone is left there like a table. The upper half of the millstone has been taken away by someone long ago. . In the past, people in Yashang Village used this millstone to grind flour when they ate noodles and drank glutinous rice balls. After the electric grinder came into use, no one used it gradually, and eventually it became just a decoration. In the winter, people bask in the sun here, and in the summer, they enjoy the cool breeze. Every meal time, a group of gossips squat here, holding bowls and steamed buns, and a bunch of people hang out here to pay homage to ancient times.
When Kang Shunfeng went out, he picked up an old mat made of wheat straw in his hand. He put it on it, hugged it like a panda, and put it up.The sun was shining brightly today, so Hu Xiezi got interested in traveling. He called Kang Shunfeng and took four girls out. They came to the village's tower. Kang Shunfeng brought a bottle of boiling water, and Zhang Mei used a basket. After carrying the teapot and some food and drink, Zhuang Fei hugged six mats, while Zhuang Yan took care of Duoduo.
In fact, Duoduo is basically doing well now, but everyone is used to taking care of her during this period, but they still let Zhuang Yan take care of her. When we arrived at Maota, although the sun was shining brightly, the wind was a bit strong and it still felt a bit cold on people, but they could still bear it. When we finally reached the Mao Pagoda, the wind started to calm down. In winter, the wind blows more from the northwest, and people mostly bask in the south, so the Mao Pagoda happened to block the wind.
Zhuang Fei placed the futons on the stone benches one by one, but there were only four stone benches on them, so she had to put two on the ground. Several girls have never been here before. This is the highest place in Yashang Village. From here, you can see all the nearby ditches and ravines. This is different from looking at the ditch in the ditch. It is so desolate. With a sense of vastness, the overwhelming yellow land has a desolate atmosphere, making people feel an indescribable silence.
The girls were stunned. This feeling was completely different from the scenery they had seen before. There is nothing in the withered yellow, only a vastness that makes people feel suffocated and deathly. However, in this dead silence, everyone has a feeling of living that they have never felt before.
Hu Xiezi stood at the front, with four beautiful girls standing next to him. The contrast between aging and youthful beauty, placed in this seemingly unchanging and yellow world, made people feel a sense of The irresistible tragedy of loss of life and aging has come. Once upon a time, today's incomparably tempting beauty will gradually become a clear sign of old age and frailty. People are just passers-by in this world, and will eventually end up in this boundless yellow.
(Chapter 7 of April, asking for monthly votes! When will everyone come to the Loess Plateau and have a romantic time on the millstone in my village, hehe Let me write about the romantic feelings of rural people here
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