Return to the small mountain village in 1981

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Chapter 821 837: Going to the city to look at houses Busy days always go by quickly. In a blink of an eye, two months of the rainy season have passed. The mushrooms in the mountains are getting fewer and fewer, only about one or two hundred kilograms a day. There is no need for a barbecue room, and they can be dried directly in the oven.
Several purchasing points were also withdrawn. The mountain road in Baicaoping was repaired under the leadership of several brigade secretaries, and some sections were even widened and reinforced.

I heard that this time, except for Li Laoer's family, no one was late or left early. The main reason was that few families in the village had animals that could carry heavy objects.

Every day, everyone walked like a mule, carrying mushrooms on their backs for three or four hours to the asphalt road to sell them. Sometimes they even had to go to town. They were tired of walking and exhausted.

After the mushroom season, the Zhou family members were not idle. They were busy harvesting corn and sorghum every day, and they also helped Lao Xiazi harvest the crops in his private plot.

Although Lao Xiazi moved back home, he still helped out at the Zhou family during the day. After Secretary Xu and Zhou Datian came back, he called two clan elders and also asked the two Xu brothers to go to the brigade headquarters.

Lao Xiazi made clear arrangements for his funeral arrangements, saying that he had used all the money he earned from hunting when he was young to subsidize his brothers' families. Now that he was old, he had little money and possessions, and only had the little wages he earned from working for the Zhou family.

The Zhou family paid him two yuan a day, and provided food and lodging. He was still able to work, and he saved his wages. In the future, he would not need the Xu brothers to take care of him when he was sick or in pain, nor would they take care of his funeral affairs. When he died, his yard would be returned to the brigade for disposal...

Everyone knows the story of Lao Xiazi and his brothers' family. During the famine years, his family was still able to eat meat, but it was all thanks to him. He was injured and old, and no one could be relied on to help his brothers support his eldest nephew. In the end, he became a five-guarantee household.

Not only did the Xu brothers find nothing to gain, but they were also scolded by the clan elders and team leaders. They signed the certificate dejectedly and put their fingerprints on it.

After Lao Xiazi planted his private plot, he would go to Zhou Huaian's house to help whenever he had time. The old man and Zhou's father were not talkative people, and they also liked the quiet Lao Xiazi. The three old men were either in the mountains or wandering around the medicinal fields and the flower forest on the back mountain.

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Yang Chunyan stood at the gate of the yard, looking at the rice fields below. She felt as if in the blink of an eye, the seedlings in the rice fields had grown tall and headed, and the rice flowers in the fields were emitting bursts of rice fragrance.

In the blink of an eye, the rice stalks were bent by the heavy rice ears, and the harvest season was approaching.

Zhou Huaian came down the mountain carrying a basket and saw her standing at the door. He shouted at the top of his voice: "Yan'er is gone."

Yang Chunyan turned her head and saw him carrying a pot of fire orchid and putting it into the tractor's bucket. "Just take two pots of flowers for my little sister. You don't need to put them in our yard. We can occasionally stay there for a day. Even if they die, no one will know."

Zhou Huaian pointed at the basket and said, "I just put two pots of fire orchids in it. Grandpa and the old man also planted a few nests of small butterfly orchids in the bamboo basket. They are all grown and can be sent down to be placed in the flower pots."