Chapter 7: January 1993 Skylight
January 1993 Skylight
The villagers are busy with their business. I also maintain my own den. I have enough food for the whole winter. Except for the details of repairing the hut, and sneakily expanding the cellar under the hut, I have already started preparing for next spring.
After the fire in the hut was finished, I carefully stored the ashes of the plants and trees in a pit at the back of the house. There was a half-human-high stone wall that I built with stones. Sprinkle a layer of grass ash and soil to cover it, and there is almost no smell.
The family that took me in didn't understand my quirks, but I wasn't going to explain it to them either, as long as I knew I was composting.
Plant ash and human excrement are the fertilizers that I can easily obtain now. If I can open a small field by myself next year, then this pit can help a lot.
The day of the god sacrifice was very lively. Everyone in the village went. I couldn’t participate, so I stayed in the warm little nest and listened to them cheering and carrying tributes to the back mountain of the village.
After the sacrifice to the gods, the villagers came back to eat, drink, drink, sing, and dance around the fire before they dispersed until late at night. In the second half of the night, a strange sound resounded in the sky, much like a long horn, and the wind and snow outside seemed even more intense. Violently, the snow flakes got bigger and bigger, and soon they caught up with the sum of the thin snow that had fallen to the ground a few days ago.
Winter has really come, and the vast snowstorm makes me unable to see three steps away with a fire stick. If I hadn’t cleaned up the snow at the entrance of the hut every once in a while, I even felt that the entrance to the hut would soon be buried. .
I would definitely not dare to bury the entrance to the hut, because the narrow entrance is where the air of the hut flows in. When the stove burns, the air is continuously drawn away from the hut and sent to the chimney. If the entrance is closed, the originally vigorous fire will become quiet. , the oxygen is constantly depleted, and I will probably suffocate in it.
The snow fell too fast. I cleared the snow four times at the entrance at night, but it didn't take too long to accumulate another layer outside. I was so sleepy that I had to put out the fire and let the wind and snow outside. Accumulation, even if falling snow completely blocks the narrow and low entrance in my sleep, I will not be in danger.
When I woke up, the whole room was pitch black except for a faint light from the fireplace above the chimney, which allowed me to barely see what was around me.
I thought it would be terrifyingly cold without a fire in the house, but I didn't expect it to maintain a considerable temperature. It seems that I built a soil slope outside the double stone wall and turned my cabin into a small 'grave bag'. Expected to play a role.
I bowed my body and moved my muscles and bones a little, then I took the stick to open the snow that closed the entrance, and laboriously opened the small wooden door.
I pushed the snow away and got out. It was a vast expanse of white outside, and the goose feather snow was still floating. It was only one night, and the snow on the ground had reached my knees, and the entrance to my hut would soon be completely closed.
Braving the freezing cold to push the snow around with my arms and legs, I managed to keep the entrance to the hut out, and I cleared the thick snow from the small roof again to prevent it from collapsing.
I was out of breath after some cleaning, but warmed up, got back into the hut and lit a fire, took off my coat and sat in front of the fire to rest.
The water in the casserole began to bubbling, and the sweet taste of the milk powder brewed in the whole hut.
Half a small 'potato' is cut into pieces and placed in it, boiled and eaten, and it tastes very good.
It's a few days before the next "open door" and I can now let go of luxury.
After eating and drinking, I rested for a while. I put on my clothes again and climbed out to clean the snow. The snow was heavy, but I could see two figures on the roof next to them busy, shoveling down a snow with a wooden shovel. roof. The two little guys poked their heads from the crack of the door and looked out, and found me getting out of the hut, chatting and calling me.
I said hello to them, and turned around to maintain the barn myself. Ignoring my parents' dissuasion, the two little hairheads ran out barefoot on the snow, jokingly bent over and drilled into my hut.
I have long considered this possibility, so I cleaned it up after I finished eating, and opened the door to let in the wind. Now, diced potatoes are roasted on wooden sticks by the fire. They are fragrant and can exaggerate the milk. The taste covers some.
After cleaning up the snow, we got back to the hut, and saw two little guys around the fire, their eyes glowing at the baked potato wedges. After all, it's not a real potato. The thick fibers are more difficult to crush after baking, and it is very rough to eat, but the aroma and crunchy texture after baking the starch are somewhat similar, especially the aroma when it is slightly browned. Attractive.
I took the sticks from the fire and gave them the crispy potato wedges to eat, and then I let them put their dark, wet feet in front of the fire to bake without frostbite.
The children here are really skinny. They dare to run out bare legs and sackcloth on snowy days. Their hair is greasy and disheveled.
After talking with the two little guys for a while, and watching them finish their baked potatoes, I urged them to go home.
The two little devils were sniffing and reluctant to leave, and they didn't want to leave. They even asked me if I could let them sleep here.
That must be impossible. My grass nest can barely hold three people, but they are too dirty. You can come to my place to visit, but if you sleep with me, I have to be smoked to death.
The ignorant little brother and the little sister who can’t speak clearly have been begging for a long time without success, but they were “invited” out by me. The little brothers and sisters cried and ran home with their feet in the snow.
The days that followed were boring, and the snow became smaller, but it kept falling day and night, and it was only three days when one person was as tall as one person.
The top of my hut is completely buried in snow, but because of the snow support structure in other directions, I no longer have to worry about being crushed. The chimney was also buried in the snow, but since it was working most of the time these days, an ice hole had melted along its chimney outlet, and the stove could still burn.
A "ditch" has now been cleared outside the entrance of the hut. This ditch, which is less than half a meter wide and deep to the ground, leads from my hut on the left to the door of the wooden hut next to it, connecting the two houses together, and the door of my hut is connected. The trench on the front right leads to the "toilet" at the back of the house in a small circle.
Now, not only do I solve the problem there myself, but even the family who took me in often go there to go to the toilet and empty the dung bucket. After all, other places are covered with snow in the winter, and there is no better way to deal with it.
Listening to "Luger", the middle-aged man who took me in, said that the snow will fall for a while and the pile will be stable, and the people in the village will dig tunnels under the thick snow layer to connect every household, and then everyone will When Maodong is bored, he can stop by and chat or something.
I don't care about these things, because it is now the end of the month, and I can return to the civilized world I am thinking of at night. What will happen next in this world of ice and snow is a month later for me.
At night, the stone door suddenly appeared on the snow wall, and I rubbed my hands through the stone door with the "rubbish" and a few "potatoes" made these days.
I must take things like plastic bags and packaging boxes back to the civilized world for disposal, because these things do not exist in the opposite world, and anyone who sees them will inevitably doubt their origins.
As for "potato", I want to take it back to my own world to see if it can be eaten after passing through the stone gate.
After I came back, I went to work step by step, cooking clothes, scrubbing my body, shaving my head...
I was relieved when I checked the wound on my body. This was the first time I came back without a wound on my body. There were some calluses on my hands due to the workmanship, but basically no There are no blisters, and there are not many cracks, which is quite commendable in the case of ice and snow without gloves.
The physical condition is also good. I started to secretly drink milk powder twice. The taste is too big and difficult to handle. Later, I just chewed and ate it directly with hot water. The taste is good and it is not easy to be found. Thin, but stronger than before, there are even obvious muscles on the arms, and some obvious lumps can be seen in the abdomen, which looks very fulfilling.
I brought back a total of two "potatoes". One was cut into small pieces and cooked in millet porridge after I peeled it. Water it and expect it to take root in this world.
It was midnight after all the miscellaneous things were done. After making breakfast, I warmed it in a steamer over a small fire. I also burrowed into the bed and fell asleep.
It’s more comfortable to sleep at home. After being woken up by my parents, we had a hot breakfast together. They both asked me what was added to the porridge, if it was broken, thick, hard and had a sour taste, I said happily. It's some kind of potato, bring them a taste.
It wasn't until I went to school with my hat to look for my dog at the same table to deal with my dog's bald head. thing.
"You're here again..." Seeing that I took off my hat and showed my ugly big bald head, the same table accepted the fader in my hand as if resigned, and helped me push my head with a click.
My son-in-law classmates can never watch the liveliness enough, they still happily circle around and watch my roommate push me bald. Some people think that I have a good relationship and ask me with a smile why I have my hair bald. It's ugly. I I didn't say much, I just took it with a few words of giggling.
As the only person who can wear a hat in school, I am still a bit recognizable. In the past, many people in the class only knew my name, but they had no idea about me. Now they know me and they are willing to chat with me when I have nothing to do. two sentences.
Even now, when someone is willing to take the initiative to talk to me, I will actually be very happy, but I am not very good at communicating with others, and sometimes trying to cater to them may not make the chat atmosphere lively.
I am such a boring person.
During the first get out of class break, I was thinking about where to start copying the five or six homework assignments today with the full solution of the textbook. It was a pity that I was eating instant noodles at the same table. Start this business, maybe you can make more money.
I also feel that I am sensible too late. If I had thought that I could make money earlier, even if it started from the beginning of this semester, life would be much better now.
Immediate vacation, but it does not mean that I have nowhere to make money, because several buddies have already told me that I will cover their winter vacation homework, and they will give me a generous remuneration.
I never dreamed that there would be students in the class who could get 20 yuan of New Year's money during the Chinese New Year, and not only parents gave 20 yuan, but all relatives gave 20 yuan...
What's even more incredible is that after taking the New Year's money, they can keep it by themselves and spend it on shopping in the future, which sounds like a fantasy to me.
During the Chinese New Year, my parents will only give me five yuan for the New Year, and when I give my aunts and uncles New Year’s greetings, they will give me ten yuan, but after I take the money, I will give it to my father or my mother immediately, because they You have to give the money to other people's children.
I am the only one in my family, so my parents often suffer during Chinese New Year. When someone has two children, I will charge 10 yuan and my parents will give 20 yuan, so my family will lose 10 yuan. I've been haunted by this situation.
In any case, it was only after listening to my classmates that I realized that some people were so rich that they would make junior high school students carry hundreds of dollars in their pockets to celebrate the New Year.
My God, although I had nearly two hundred yuan at the most, a few hundred yuan is still a huge sum of money in my eyes.
In short, there are four people in the class who are willing to spend thirty yuan for me to do their winter vacation homework. I only need to finish the thin twelve winter vacation homework, and then finish the other projects assigned by the teacher, and then I can get a lot of money remuneration.
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