Chapter 3: 11/92 sky light
11/92 sky light
I had my bald hair done, but my parents didn't know. The next morning, I asked my mother for pocket money. I bought iodine and cotton wool for two yuan to clean up the blisters and wounds. I recovered well. The scars left by the wound have faded a lot.
A week later, the life that was disturbed by Shimen slowly calmed down, and I seemed to have returned to the original track, but I actually had a heavy burden in my heart.
I'm not sure if that door will reappear at the end of the month and send me to that bitter cold village again, allowing me to go to the days I don't want to remember.
I sometimes think that I should need a knife, because the world across the door is very backward and they have few decent irons. If I have thick clothes and a sharp knife, I can protect myself from being bullied.
But I know it's irrational. I'm wearing clothes that I don't have over there, which has made many people curious. If I hold tools and weapons they haven't seen before, it's tantamount to setting fire to myself.
What should I do? Is it really the same as before, put on old clothes again, put on tattered cloth, sleep in the barn, and continue to beg others to pity me, let me help with chores, and get a little food?
After thinking about it for a long time, I finally decided to go home after school and pick up some scrap wood, try to fiddle with the simplest tools, try to learn simple carpentry, and further repair that far from perfect barn.
I know very well that winter has not really come in that world, the weather is getting colder day by day, it will snow soon, and the current barn can't keep warm, I probably won't survive the winter.
For my parents, my "handicraft" is nothing but idle time. They didn't pay attention or even mentioned a word. They just picked up a few plugs from the "baby" I had piled up outside the door when I was making a fire. Into the stove, that's all.
Due to the need to avoid using iron nails, hammers and various woodworking tools, my progress in learning woodworking was very slow. I went to Xinhua Bookstore to read books related to woodworking, hoping to learn useful skills.
In addition to pondering the work of carpentry, I also insist on exercising every day, just for a more robust body to work hard when working and repairing the barn, and to withstand more cold in the cold winter, there is a greater probability Live until the next month.
By the end of the month, all of my wounds had healed, and I couldn't tell where I was injured before, and I don't know if it was my own illusion. It used to be a little shallower. These changes made me very concerned. I don’t know if I should tell my parents and other people about my experience.
At twelve o’clock in the evening, the gray and white covered the world like a tide, and everything was silent. I watched the quaint stone door appear and open in front of me. This time I was not surprised, and even had the courage to reach out and touch it. I can't understand the complex texture and complicated patterns hollowed out on it.
Holding a washed sackcloth blanket and wearing the clothes I came to this world, I stepped through the stone gate and stood in front of the barn, and time resumed its flow once the stone gate was closed.
Even if the cold winter falls, the night wind in the village is still filled with the stench of excrement. People here do not have the concept of toilets. During the day, the dung buckets are poured directly on the roadside in front of the house. The whole village is always filled with a suffocating stench. , I was used to smelling it before, but I still feel nauseous when I smell it again.
In comparison, the small barn I live in is not too bad. I took out the "high-tech product" I brought this time - a can of insecticide spray, and slammed it hard on the haystack of the closed barn.
This can of insecticide is not cheap. I spent a lot of thought to buy it, and I had to help people copy their homework to make enough money. Now I hope it will kill all the damn bed bugs hiding in the barn grass, Let me sleep soundly for the rest of the day.
After spraying the insecticide, I dug a hole in the corner of the barn to bury the plastic bag of insecticide spray and other treasures, then closed the barn door and let the insecticide work.
The night wind was very cool, and it was estimated that about an hour had passed. I opened the door and got into the barn to let it ventilate, and then I went to sleep.
I didn't bring many things this time, except for insecticides, just a few boxes of medicines, including antipyretic, anti-inflammatory, and diarrhea, as well as sterilization and disinfection topical purple potion and bandages, which can stop bleeding and bandage.
When I woke up, I wasn't saddened by myself huddled in a grass den with a torn blanket on, and honestly, I was surprised at how adaptable I was.
When I moved my body, I did some stretching exercises first. The big dog in the village was strolling, and when he saw me, he happily trotted over from afar.
I used to touch it before I changed it, after all, it never yelled at me, it's a very friendly guy, I even give it a little when I have leftovers to eat, but now I'm clean, I don't want to touch it fleas on it, so mercilessly waved it away.
The old dog kindly came over and touched his nose, but he was not annoyed, and walked lightly to patrol other places.
As the only dog in the village, it also serves as a "sentry". The people in the village dote on it, and there is no shortage of me to curry favor with it.
The warmth can only be felt when the sun rises. I have moved a small pile of stones to the side of the barn. In my plan, before the first snowfall of this month, I will expand the barn and use stones in the barn. Build a simple "fireplace" on the side. This "fireplace" will use a lot of stone and soil. If successful, it will greatly solve the problem of no heating in the barn.
Today, I won't help people in the village to take a bite or two of food and drink, because I made an appointment with a lumberjack one month ago 'yesterday' to help in the lumberyard.
It's very difficult to articulate my intentions with my poor vocabulary and clumsy mouth, but the people here are not stupid, they guessed from my actions I'm not content to be in the village by myself Doing simple jobs for a living, so I agree with the fact that I go to the lumber mill and see if I can find a job.
Working in a logging farm is different from helping people in the village to do trivial things, because the workers in the logging farm have salaries to get paid, and I wonder if I can find a job and get a "salary" ".
I was standing at the entrance of the village, and the young lumberjack I had made an appointment with earlier saw me from a distance. He looked very young, in his twenties at most, but he was already the father of a child. His colleague with the axe also saw me, but he didn't respond, just chatting in a low voice, occasionally bursting with rude laughter.
I followed the three lumberjacks and walked along the forest path beside the river. After the leaves have fallen, the tree canopy can penetrate through the gaps in the branches in autumn, which makes people very comfortable. Birds can be heard everywhere in the woods, and small trees can be seen from time to time. Animals probing their brains among the bushes.
I'm thinking, if I can make traps, I don't know if I can catch small animals and bake them.
The logging yard is not far from the village. After walking for about five minutes, we saw that the field of vision suddenly widened. On both sides of the path are a large number of dwarf tree stumps. Many tree stumps have new twigs growing on the sides, and some have grown as high as a person. .
The stumps I have seen are not thick, most of them are only as thick as the mouth of a bowl. There are still many trees standing between the stumps. Those trees are even taller, and some can hardly be hugged by arms. Some trees in the distance even have two people. Can't hug, the tree canopy is high in the sky and the big umbrella is open, and the leaves have not fallen in this season, which looks very shocking.
I have a ridiculous idea: these people are not protecting the environment by leaving the big trees and only cutting down the small ones. Maybe they just can't cut down the big trees, or they can't transport them away.
Approaching the humble wooden hut with a similar style to the village houses, I knew I had guessed correctly. It is said to be a logging yard. In fact, there is only a log cabin of less than 8 square meters and a pile of wood stacked behind the house. There are two people living in the cabin. We arrived at the logging yard, and the leading middle-aged man knocked After a while, someone bleary-eyed opened the door and came out yawning with an axe.
I've looked closely at their axes. They're rough, like iron, but the blade isn't sharp at all. The lumberjacks don't seem willing to take the time to sharpen their axes. Some people's axes are too old. Deep gap, I really don't know how such an axe can be used for work.
They were chatting loudly and laughing from time to time. I was trying to listen but I was confused. I thought they would start working when they arrived at the logging farm. I didn’t expect them to get together and chat, and some people even sat outside the house. From the stump, he took out the brown bread rolled in burlap and ate it.
Black bread is the best food in the village. I haven't eaten it yet, but I think it's terrifyingly hard. Adult men have to tug on leather for a long time after getting wet. not so good.
They chatted and relaxed, and I turned to look around. There were no carts at the lumberyard, and I wondered how they would transport the felled trees.
Before I could guess, the lumberjacks started to get up and start their day.
The area where the trees were felled was very close to the hut. They picked a tree slightly thicker than the mouth of the bowl with an axe, and started work.
With the sound of the horn, the adult man slashed the tree trunk with an axe in both hands, and the whole tree trembled slightly.
Ding ding bang bang sounded one after another in the woods, and after a long time, with the loud cries, people in the direction of the fallen tree ran to hide away, watching the tree crash with a canopy to the ground.
The fallen trees will also undergo secondary processing. The lumberjacks use axes to remove excess twigs, then split the trunk lying on the ground into pieces more than one meter long, and then carry them on their shoulders to the pile of wood behind the wooden house.
My job is to transport slightly thin branches and branches. The branches as thick as two fingers are the important raw materials for my previous barn repairs and the main fuelwood for most families in the village to make fires.
Outdated tools made the work of the loggers extremely slow, and they sat down and rested every less than an hour, so it took five loggers to deal with two trees until the sun began to dim in the afternoon.
I have a lot of energy and hardly rest, so I clean up the branches and branches of the two trees by myself. Even when they were resting, I asked them to agree to split some side branches from other trees with an axe. down.
They laughed when they saw me working so hard. I guess they were laughing at me for being stupid, because the work is endless, and even if you are exhausted and out of breath, you will still have a tree to cut tomorrow. Why do you work so hard?
I didn't think too much about it, I just hoped that helping out here would allow me to bring back some firewood so I could have something to burn in the winter so I wouldn't freeze to death.
I didn't bring anything to eat, and my stomach was growling with hunger. In the afternoon, a middle-aged man who lived in the logging farm hut gave me a portion of the food and pointed me to the young lumberjack who brought me. I didn't understand the words, but I guessed it meant that the young lumberjack asked him to give me food, and I stumbled and thanked them in my broken local dialect.
This place is a backcountry, the village is dirty and rotten, but the people living here are not short of food. This is probably the most fortunate place for me, otherwise people would not take out food to pity a foreign country of unknown origin. People, let me stay in their village and not leave.
It is a long time before the sun goes down, and the lumberjacks have already finished their work. The reward for my hard work today is two bundles of top-quality branches. Whether it is used to repair the roof of the barn or to dry and burn the fire, it is the best material. Makes me very happy.
The lumberjacks were talking and laughing and carrying their axes back to the village. I didn’t know who their bosses were or what their salaries were, because my language skills weren’t good enough for me to ask such in-depth questions.
Two bundles of twigs, I gave one to the middle-aged man's family who took me in. They were very happy and gave me something to store. With these potato-like things, I finally stopped worrying about eating. Did not stop.
I own half a bundle of branches, and half of them are placed on the side of the barn to dry, and the other half is going to continue to maintain the barn. I have replaced part of the barn cover before, and this time I just replaced the remaining part completely. The warehouse will not have the unpleasant smell of rotten firewood and moldy.
The lumberyard helped only for about ten days. The branches I earned were piled high around the barn. Because of my diligence, there were also many people in the village who did not exchange firewood from the lumberyard before. I got firewood from the logging farm, which made the villagers’ attitude towards me a lot better, and the remuneration was much more generous when I worked for them.
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