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Chapter 98 ※People in the mountains※

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    Since Southwest Lighting Company bought the mine, Liu Zhiyang has never been to the site to see it. All the deliveries are based on the geographic location seen on a "0" blueprint, and he has no actual feeling at all. This time, Louis  To cooperate with him, he and Louis, accompanied by the driver and the director of the Investment Promotion Office of the local government, went to the mine for inspection.

    They set off from Lincheng, and after about 3 hours of trekking, they finally came to the foot of the mountain. They parked their cars at the foot of the mountain and climbed up on foot. The mountains in Guizhou are very high and the roads are very steep. There are almost no serious roads.  When it rained, the feet were covered with yellow mud, but no matter how heavy the rain was, the local people would not have their feet completely covered in yellow mud, and even their pants would not be stained. This is what Liu Zhiyang admired the most.

    All the department stores on the mountain are still the old-fashioned storefronts separated by planks. They are typical mountain houses. The inside is dark and dirty. A crooked electric light hangs naked on the storefront  central.  An old man with a cloth hat on his head sat in the center of the shop, his wrinkled face seemed to be telling her vicissitudes and ups and downs.  A pair of swarthy, dry hands fumbled here and there to hold the goods for the customers who bought the goods, just like being in a dark shop in the mountains.

    ? Seeing Liu Zhiyang and his group come here, the old man seemed to have seen an alien, staring at strangers, and thinking about it at night would make people shudder.  The people here are closed, xenophobic, and have never seen the outside world. Over the past few years, more people have come to mine, and the local young people are much better than before, and their consciousness and concepts have also caught up a little bit.  However, the old people are different. They still stick to the traditional concept, thinking that this mountain is a geomantic treasure land passed down from generation to generation, and it is the mountain god who blesses them with a year's harvest. Whoever moves their mountain soil is like moving their body.  God, they want someone to judge and work hard.

    People in the mountains, as long as there is no conflict of interest, everyone is friendly. If interests are involved, even their parents and fathers will not recognize them. They are no different from farmers in plain areas, with a particularly strong sense of small farmers.

    A group of five of them came to the mine to take a look. It turned out that the mine is lush with vegetation and forests, and there are not many vegetable fields and farmland around it. Flies and mosquitoes are everywhere, and geckos and centipedes can be seen everywhere.  If the mine is opened in the hole, the difficulty is beyond what ordinary people can imagine.

    After reading it, it was already noon, and the director of the Investment Promotion Office introduced a farmer's family for dinner. The conditions of this farmer's family are relatively good, and they often sell some agricultural products to towns and cities. They are the small captain of the farmers here.  The main surname is Zhao, and his surname is also Zhao. Captain Zhao is a little bit knowledgeable, and he speaks and handles affairs a little bit. It is said that the captain's family has a distant relative who works as a deputy county magistrate in the county and is in charge of education.  Because it is located on a steep slope, it is also called Zhaojiapo.

    As soon as they entered Zhao’s house, the captain was too polite to sit down. There was a coal-fired iron stove in the house, and the smoke pipes were made of seamless steel pipes, leading directly to the outside of the house. The whole house was warm when the fire was on.  , The iron stove is an essential equipment for heating in rural areas in winter. No one can lack it. If you don’t have it, you can’t live through the whole winter. Guizhou’s winter is cold and humid, and the light rain will make you restless. In addition, the mountain wind is cold and cold  , together with freezing rain, the entire mountain is completely frozen, and the mountain will be closed immediately, and no one can go out, so before the winter, coal, rice, oil, and salt are all necessary supplies.  Just wait and starve!

    After they exchanged pleasantries for a long time, they finally sat down, and the captain began to speak

    "Old lady, cut some strips of that bacon for lunch, get some appetizers, and bring out that rice wine!"

    In this mountain, bacon can be used to entertain foreign guests and rice wine is a very high standard of treatment. People in the mountains are used to frying vegetables with bacon, and then make some pork belly and pig intestines, stir-fry them with pepper, and put them in a large pot.  Carry it on the iron stove, add lard, and eat it slowly while heating it. This is called "dry pot" dish, which is only eaten by local people when entertaining guests. Liu Zhiyang is most afraid of the lard in it, but there is no way  , I could only hold on for two mouthfuls, and before I had a few mouthfuls of food, Captain Zhao began to pour everyone into drinking the rice wine brewed by himself. Don’t underestimate this rice wine.  Worked hard, got drunk, slept for three days and couldn't wake up, and my head was still dizzy when I woke up.

    Compared with the people here, Liu Zhiyang's quality of life is at least 100 years behind.  (Remember the site URL: www.hlnovel.com
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