In the first hour, Qu Mojing was still able to respond to the village chief's words, but in the next hour, even Xiao Chen and the other three big men who were driving were silent. In this silent winter mountain road, there is only the sound of a group of people stepping on the sand and rolling, and the sound of gasping one after another.
The old party secretary saw that the heads of several young people were steaming with heat, their faces were flushed and panting, and he laughed: "I'm tired of walking, there are some clean stones up the slope in front of you, sit there and rest for a while. "
The old party secretary understood them, and didn't think they were squeamish. It was rare for them to stay silent for so long.
Lin Qinghan and Qu Mojing glanced at each other, and then said embarrassedly to the old party secretary: "Okay, we are ashamed that our group of young people can't compare to you."
"Hey, what are you talking about. Old man, I'm just used to walking. Your transportation is convenient. Where do you need to walk such a long mountain road? This time it's hard for you." : "Work harder, we can rest when we go up."
Hearing that they could rest, the big men took a breath and quickened their pace. Qu Mojing and the girls watched the four big men running ahead.
When they all went up, Qu Mojing walked to Lin Qinghan's side and reached out to unload her bag for her: "Does your shoulder hurt? Are you tired?"
Lin Qinghan shook his head: "Yours is heavier than mine, put your bag down quickly."
The few stones have been cleaned up by several men. The driver Xiao Chen and the company's project leader Gao Jian deliberately left a stone for the three girls, and came over and handed them a bottle of water.
Qu Mojing took it over and thanked him, put Lin Qinghan's water aside, took out the thermos cup from his backpack and handed it to Lin Qinghan in a low voice: "You drink hot water, the weather is cold, your period is coming soon, you can't drink cold water. It's a pain in the stomach."
Lin Qinghan was stunned for a moment, holding the thermos cup, quietly looking at Qu Mojing, this person is really considerate. In fact, she has always wondered, shouldn't a girl like Qu Mojing, who has been carefree since childhood and has a special person to take care of, be like a princess
However, Qu Mojing not only does not have the temperament of a princess, but is even more gentle and considerate than her peers, especially for the people she cares about, her tenderness and doting are irresistible.
After unscrewing the bottle cap, Qu Mosheng took a sip of water, and after breathing well, she began to look around at the scene around her. They were sitting on the side of the road, and there was a very steep slope behind them, but they were covered with shrubs and trees. So scary. Looking back at the road they traveled, they stretched little by little in the lofty mountains, in the green and or desolate, the dirt road was very eye-catching after simple excavation, like the yellow satin covered by the mountains.
Lin Qinghan watched her look there, and followed her past. The mountains were deep and quiet, but she was in a vast mountain forest and looked at the yellow bare dirt road. She couldn't help but feel a sense of desolation and insignificance. She looked at the intersecting road and said, "Wu Zhishu, this road should have been built for a long time."
The old secretary took out the dry cigarette and wanted to smoke it but was afraid of affecting them, but he just kept it in his mouth and enjoyed it. He nodded after listening to Lin Qinghan's words: "Yes, it's been many years. At the beginning, this road was a path of sheep intestines, and it was difficult to walk. The villagers negotiated together, and they contributed money and chiseled it out a little bit. It was actually quite spacious, but there was no extra money to harden it. The cement and asphalt were laid. When it was washed by the rain, it was full of potholes. It was muddy when it rained, and it was impossible to open to traffic. It's steep, and only a few dare to walk on a motorcycle."
Lin Qinghan looked at the road thoughtfully, Qu Mojing glanced at her without saying a word, just looked at a bamboo forest in front of him: "The air here is very good and the scenery is beautiful, but unfortunately this road is really inconvenient."
"Yeah. The first few big villages have been paved with cement, but we, Feihu Ridge, are too remote and sparsely populated, and most of them are poor people, so we haven't been able to pave the way, alas." Thinking of his most worrying situation, the old party secretary sighed heavily. .
Qu Mojing didn't say anything, the group rested for ten minutes, and set off again. Qu Mojing stood on the outside of the road and looked at the path below again. This time, there was a little dot on the small ribbon-like road. She looked carefully and it seemed that it was a person, wearing gray clothes, walking very slowly, a little bit Almost crawling, Qu Mojing was a little curious, is this someone from the village
But without thinking much, the group continued on the road again. The further they went, the more difficult it was to walk. Before, it was a wide sandy road. When they arrived at the villagers' homes, the old party secretary took them on a small road. The grass on both sides of the road is covered with thatch, withered in this winter, and under the feet are stones that have been honed over the years, paved with stone stairs, and the slopes are almost seventy to eighty degrees.
Lin Qinghan frowned, let Qu Mojing go to the front, and cautiously bluffed at the back, seeing that Qu Mojing couldn't help laughing: "If I really fall, you can't catch it."
Lin Qinghan raised his eyes and glared at her: "What nonsense are you talking about, take a good look at the road."
Qu Mojing laughed and walked up with her head lowered. The man behind her reached out and lifted the hem of her clothes for her, muttering in a low voice, "I can definitely catch it."
Qu Mojing almost laughed out loud, and when the low house with blue tiles and red bricks appeared in front of everyone's eyes, they bowed down and supported their weak knees, panting like cows. There was already a layer of sweat on Qu Mojing's face, and her windbreaker was untied and tied around her waist, but her back was covered in sweat.
The old party secretary took them into several households and explained their intentions. The simple villagers rarely see a city girl with such a sign, and they are grateful when they heard that they came to donate books and build a building to their school. The village chief said about the accommodation, and now the aunts in the village who are living a little better have warmly invited them to be guests. The last few people combined, a group of seven people finally vacated four rooms.
Because the rooms in the village are small and scattered, it is very rare to find a clean vacant room, and the group is tired and tired, so they don't want to be picky, so they are ready to take a bath and rest in pairs.
The assistant looked at Qu Mojing and didn't know what to do. She was embarrassed to occupy a room by herself, but she was even more embarrassed to share a room with Mr. Qu and Mr. Lin. Qu Mojing smiled: "Aren't you tired, hurry up? Go wash and rest, I'll just share a room with President Lin, let's go."
The person who received them was an old man with gray hair. Although the old man was less than seventy years old after questioning, the wrinkles and ravines on his face also described the vicissitudes of life. She stumbled and spoke in non-standard Mandarin: "Two girls are handsome, this is the first time here. It's tiring to walk."
I took the two people into a room. There was a big mahogany bed with cotton wool on it and an old bed sheet. The old man hurriedly said, "I'll look for the sheets and the mattress." Before the two could stop them, the old lady smiled and hugged a stack of big red sheets and quilts: "I bought them new and they're clean. This big red looks good and festive. "
As she said that, she went to tore off the original sheets and prepared to make the bed. Lin Qinghan and Qu Mojing were not willing to let an old man do it, so they hurried over: "Grandma, don't be too busy, I can't let you do it. We are here by ourselves. I'm sorry to disturb you."
The old lady looked serious: "I'm sorry, you are the guests, and you send books to the children in my village and repair the building. You are our benefactors."
"Don't say that, you really don't need to do it, we will do it ourselves." After persuading for a long time, the two people sent the enthusiastic grandma away. The two shook off the quilt and looked at the red embroidered dragon and phoenix pattern on it, dumbfounded. This is what Grandma said it looks good. This is clearly a quilt. Looking at the quilt of the same style, the two of them worked together to spread the quilt.
The big red hi quilt in front of you is covered, and the big mahogany bed is matched with it. It's just...
"I feel like I should cut some happy words and paste them." Lin Qinghan said, looking at the arrangement in the room, and glanced at Qu Mojing again.
Qu Mo nodded seriously: "I should buy the right candle in the town before coming up, and I'll go straight to the wedding room tonight."
Lin Qinghan's face was reddish, and he said seriously: "Not serious."
Qu Mojing didn't continue to tease her, feeling very uncomfortable with sweat on her body, she went to find a clean towel, walked over and lifted Lin Qinghan's clothes: "I'll wipe your sweat first, it's still cold here, wait a minute. It's not good to catch a cold later. I'll go to boil water and take a bath later."
Lin Qinghan reached out and touched her back: "You're not the same, don't always look after me. You've been in bad health before, don't get sick. I'll ask grandma how to boil water."
My grandmother didn't have a water heater at home, but luckily there was a bathroom. Before Qu Mo came here, he was worried that they would go to the toilet that was said to only dig a hole and build two wooden boards.
To boil water requires burning firewood. Neither of them have ever burned a fire. Lin Qinghan thinks that he has done a lot of housework, and swears to put the firewood on the shelf. As a result, except for the pine needles that ignited the fire, it burned very well, and the others were at most a few wisps of green smoke. . After tossing for a long time, Qu Mosheng held back a smile and looked at Lin Qinghan, who continued to fight with Chai Huo with a blank face. Just as she was about to speak, Grandma walked in with a smile.
"You guys are born, and I'll burn the stove. The firewood should be put on twigs first. When the fire is booming, put the chopping wood. The stove in the middle is hollowed out, and you're too tight."
Lin Qinghan clapped her hands and looked at Qu Mojing: "I know this, you can only have enough oxygen to fuel combustion when you hollow it out. I just didn't know how to use tongs." As she said that, she lifted her hair and pointed her fingers. He wiped the sawdust that had just bounced on his forehead.
As a result, a gray mark was naturally left on Bai Jing's face, which was not completely dry. Seeing that Qu Mo's heart was soft and happy, she took out a tissue and wiped her face: "Yes, I don't blame you. My family's Qinghan is the best. I can do it, my face is smeared, pfft." In the end, he couldn't help laughing, which made Lin Qinghan look cold and pinched her in feign anger.
However, this was the first time Qu Mojing discovered that Lin Qinghan was also clumsy, especially by pretending to be indifferent, which made her feel extremely cute.
But the fact shows that capable people are always capable, but after a while, she became very skilled in using tongs, and she made a good match when adding firewood.
It was seven o'clock after the two of them took a bath. When they came out, the grandmother invited them to eat, and the old party secretary's meal was ready.
In the hall of the old house of the party secretary, there are many dishes on the Eight Immortals table. In addition to some vegetables grown by themselves, there are also fried bacon, steamed bacon, and even a stewed chicken.
The old party secretary also had two children. The two children looked very happy watching the dishes on the table, and waited eagerly for the meal. Lin Qinghan and Qu Mojing came all the way and saw the situation in the village. Only one or two of these cured fish and bacon were hung to dry, and the chickens would not be killed until the Chinese New Year.
The old party secretary saw that several of them were standing there and didn't sit down, thinking that they were not used to it: "Everyone sit, sit. There is nothing good in this house, all the big guys know that you are coming, and they have to be delivered by my family. I'll give you a taste. It's simpler, it's not as good as what you eat, don't dislike it, just eat something after a tired day."
Qu Mojing felt a little uncomfortable when he sat down, Lin Qinghan turned to look at the village party secretary and the others: "Wu party secretary, you and the villagers are too enthusiastic, these things are difficult for us to taste, thank you for your hospitality. But we will eat what you eat in the future. That's good, the vegetables here are all natural, and we can't eat them if we want to."
The old party secretary now knew what the two young people were thinking, and smiled and took some men to drink. Qu Mojing and Lin Qinghan once again learned what enthusiasm is, and basically a chicken was given to them. Looking at the chicken drumsticks in the bowl, Lin Qinghan couldn't say what it was like in his heart. Out of the corner of his eye, he saw the child who was eating with the bowl, and Lin Qinghan hooked the corner of his lips and beckoned to her.
The author has something to say: Mr. Lin: If you are happy with the quilt, the word "happy" is missing.
Mr. Qu: Come to the happy candle
Cabbage: I went to the bridal chamber.