There are about a hundred households in Sanyang Village, and Ding Yinan was unable to visit them one by one, so he contacted Liu Zhishu to help seek the opinions of the villagers.
He went to the village committee and chatted with several other village leaders, and agreed that the construction team would use local labor. Then he went to the bamboo forest in the back mountain of Sanyang Village and found Huo Zhixiao who had disappeared for several hours.
"Have you seen any good materials?" Ding Yinan asked.
Huo Zhixiao here didn't know where to go, and his shirt and trousers were dirty, and his hands were still stained with wet mud.
"The soil quality here is not bad, you can consider making a rammed earth wall." Huo Zhixiao probably didn't notice that the back of his hand was not clean, so he raised his hand to wipe the sweat from his forehead, and a mud mark immediately appeared there.
Ding Yinan took out a handkerchief from his trouser pocket, handed it to Huo Zhixiao and said, "Wipe your face."
Ding Yinan learned the habit of carrying a handkerchief with him two years ago. At a reception in the construction industry, a waiter accidentally spilled red wine on the clothes of a Japanese architect. He immediately took out a handkerchief from his body, which not only prevented the spread of red wine, but also eased the embarrassment of the waiter.
It was at that time that Ding Yinan discovered that handkerchiefs were not insignificant, because he also encountered situations in which tissues were urgently needed, but it was inconvenient for people in suits to carry small packets of tissues all year round.
Since then, he has carried a handkerchief with him, and it is now the umpteenth time the handkerchief has come in handy.
But Huo Zhixiao saw that the handkerchief in Ding Yinan's hand did not move, he just spread his hands and said: "My hands are not clean."
Ding Yinan couldn't help being a little surprised: "Why are your hands so dirty?"
Even if it is to study the soil quality, it is unlikely that the wrist will be stained with mud.
"I saw a bamboo shoot just now." Huo Zhixiao said without changing his face, "Dig it out of curiosity."
"..."
"Dug out."
The prince who grew up in the city came to the countryside, and he really saw everything novel.
Ding Yinan exhaled helplessly, and came to Huo Zhixiao to wipe his forehead. But because the two people were on a slope, Ding Yinan didn't notice that the stone under his feet was a little loose. As soon as he stepped on it, he swayed twice, and Huo Zhixiao immediately wrapped his forearm around his waist .
"Ding Zhu," Huo Zhixiao lowered his eyes, looked at Ding Yinan and said, "Did you look for opportunities to throw yourself into your arms like this before?"
Of course Ding Yinan didn't throw himself into his arms, but he couldn't figure out why he kept making mistakes since that night. He stood firm and pushed Huo Zhixiao's arm away, but at this moment he found that Huo Zhixiao's wrist was standing at a 90-degree right angle.
There can only be one purpose for doing this - to prevent the dirt from getting on Ding Yinan's body.
At this moment, Ding Yinan suddenly realized that if it was before, Huo Zhixiao would not have helped him at all, let alone cared whether his clothes were dirty or not.
He could stand on his own after shaking at most, so there would be no such situation as "throwing himself into the arms".
"When I came up just now, I saw a small river." Ding Yinan put away his handkerchief, looked down the mountain and said, "Go there and wash up."
The water level of this small river in Sanyang Village is very shallow, and the small shrimps and fishes in the river are clearly visible.
Ding Yinan has not been to the river for a long time, and it is inevitable to feel nostalgic seeing this natural scenery. Taking advantage of Huo Zhixiao washing his hands, he picked up a flat stone at his feet, and then used his wrist to throw the stone towards the river.
The stone bounced three or four times on the surface of the water before reluctantly sinking to the bottom.
Huo Zhixiao looked at the direction where the stone disappeared, and asked Ding Yinan, "What are you doing?"
"Wonderful." Ding Yinan picked up a stone at his feet again, "Do you want to try?"
In the next hour, Ding Yinan regretted telling Huo Zhixiao that his highest record was thirteen.
At the beginning, he patiently taught Huo Zhixiao the technique of exerting strength and helped him find suitable stones. However, as time passed, Huo Zhixiao's enthusiasm remained undiminished, and Ding Yinan gradually became bored.
He really wanted to tell Huo Zhixiao that the record of thirteen blows was not so easy to break, maybe even if he fought until dark, he would not be able to hit ten blows.
However, considering the face of the boss, Ding Yinan didn't say anything, but sat idly by the side and let his mind go.
On the other side of the small river is another village. Looking from here, you can see a small road from left to right in the distance, with sparse telephone poles erected beside the road.
Motorbikes and farmers carrying poles passed by from time to time on the small road. Ding Yinan thought vaguely that he used this small road to go to school when he was a child. If he ran into a familiar aunt or uncle, the other party would give him some vegetables or fruits.
"Did you see it?" Huo Zhixiao's voice quickly brought back Ding Yinan's thoughts, "I hit you twelve times just now."
Only then did Ding Yinan come back to his senses, feeling a little panicked about being caught. He didn't see Huo Zhixiao's bright moment at all, but it was obvious that Huo Zhixiao was waiting for his evaluation.
"...That's right." Ding Yinan replied dryly, at this moment he found that Huo Zhixiao had taken off his shoes and socks at some point, and his feet had stepped into the water. Maybe it's because he taught Huo Zhixiao just now that he has to stay close to the water to hit farther.
"Did you see it?" Huo Zhixiao asked.
Ding Yinan coughed unnaturally, and said lightly: "Not counting."
"You didn't watch it at all." Huo Zhixiao stated the facts calmly, without any discomfort in his voice, but Ding Yinan felt a sense of crisis inexplicably.
The next second, as expected, Huo Zhixiao bent down and scooped up river water and splashed it on Ding Yinan. Ding Yinan subconsciously turned his face away and said with a frown, "Huo Zhixiao!"
Huo Zhixiao didn't have any intention of introspection, so he threw a splash at Ding Yinan again, and said with a smile, "Come down to play?"
"No."
Of course not, Ding Yinan wouldn't be so childish, men in their twenties ran into the river to fight in water.
"Are you sure?" Huo Zhixiao went on and on, and poured the river water on Ding Yinan again.
As the saying goes, there are only three things, and Ding Yinan is also a tempered person. He couldn't bear it, he took off his shoes and socks, rolled up his trousers, and then went down into the river to fight back against Huo Zhixiao.
The quiet river was disturbed by the two, and the shrimp and fish in the river fled in panic. If someone passed by on the small road in the distance at this time, they would definitely see two fools playing a water fight in the river.
Ding Yinan quickly realized this, he stopped what he was doing, and wanted to shake hands with Huo Zhixiao to make peace. But Huo Zhixiao obviously didn't keep up with his rhythm, and threw another handful of water at him.
Ding Yinan was overwhelmed by the splash, he subconsciously leaned back, but accidentally fell into the water with a plop.
Huo Zhixiao finally stopped what he was doing. He shook off the water droplets on his face, looked at Ding Yinan and said, "Are you all right?"
The creek is full of cobblestones, Ding Yinan sitting on it made his butt hurt. He slowed down, stood up and said, "It's okay."
But at this time Ding Yinan discovered a problem - he was basically completely wet, much worse than Huo Zhixiao's situation.
The sun in early summer is not too hot, and there is even a hint of coolness in the breeze. Ding Yinan shivered involuntarily, goose bumps appeared on his body, and the pink on his chest also stood up through the thin shirt.
Huo Zhixiao's Adam's apple slid up and down, the slapstick expression disappeared, and his eyes became a little darker.
Ding Yinan couldn't help feeling a little embarrassed, he folded his hands in front of his chest, at least to block the unobstructed sight.
Huo Zhixiao slowly turned his face to the side, but his eyes remained on Ding Yinan. It wasn't until the angle of his side face that he had to close his eyes that he slowly looked towards the shore, and said in his usual working tone, "Go up."
Ding Yinan stepped on the pebbles and walked towards the shore, thinking angrily that he really shouldn't have brought Huo Zhixiao to play for a while.
Huo Zhixiao is in vain - people are still addicted to food