Ding Tian's Ancient Life

After feeding the pigs, he went to the backyard to look at the firewood.

The crops grown in my own land and the remaining crop stalks are also one of the sources of firewood in the countryside, but the crop stalks are not carried for burning, so it is okay to start a fire.

Fortunately, there are still some hemp sticks to replace.

In the statement here, the hemp stalk is the stalk of the sunflower, which is called "hemp stalk" by the locals because of its round upright shape, rough surface and bristles.

After the sunflower seeds are taken out, the whole crop can be used as firewood, and it is relatively fire-resistant, and the other is the branches and wooden loops.

They are the source of firewood for the farmhouse.

In the firewood pile in the backyard of Ding's house, there are two large piles of kindling, a large pile of hemp poles, a large pile of tree branches, and a small pile of wooden loops.

These are enough to burn until the weather gets warmer.

There are still many tree roots, but they have not been split.

Because of the war, all the straight trees here were felled and confiscated. The county also asked the people to plant trees again, and the trees that were less than 20 years old were not allowed to be felled.

Fortunately, they didn't care about the roots of the tree, and the common people dug out the roots, dried them, split them, and used them as firewood.

As for the branches, no one cares about that.

There are everywhere in the mountains and plains, just pick them up casually, no one cares.

The sorghum stalks planted by the farmers were confiscated by the government when they were still green after the autumn harvest, because they were one of the raw materials for silage.

And there are regulations that each family must plant at least two acres of sorghum for the sake of sorghum stalks.

Ding Tian thought for a while and went back to the house, only to find that the house had been cleaned up. There was a set of clean clothes on his bed, and his second aunt was already wiping his hands: "Osmanthus fragrans and I just cleaned up here. Go to my second aunt's house for dinner next night, and let your second uncle chop up that little rooster tonight, and I'll go back to soak in mushrooms, it's just a chicken."

"Understood, Second Aunt, I'm going to the village chief's house too." Ding Tian nodded, knowing that Second Uncle felt sorry for him, and wanted to kill a chicken to make up for him, but he had to find an excuse, which was awkward.

"Then don't go there empty-handed." Second Aunt looked at him: "Do you still have the eggs I brought you last time? Take ten of them in a basket and send them."

It's spring, and there are hens that lay eggs early, and they have laid eggs several times, so these eggs are precious things, and giving away ten is quite a lot.

"Okay." Ding Tian sent his second aunt and sister Guihua away, hurried back to the house and changed into decent clothes, took ten eggs and put them in the basket, thought for a while, and took a small bag of candy from the kitchen.

This is the simplest light sugar ball. In his era, people who were nostalgic would eat a piece, or buy a small bag to look at it and recall their childhood; but here, this small bag of sugar balls is very expensive, because sugar Not something anyone can afford.

A small basket, ten eggs and a pack of candy balls, this is an important gift that is usually reciprocated.

During the Chinese New Year, Ding Tian had already sent two young roosters, a piece of salted bacon, and two boxes of noodles to the village head’s house. This was a big gift in the village, so why would Ding Tian’s family be the only one.

The second uncle and third uncle bought the same gift as him, indicating that the two of them still have to take care of Ding Tian.

Ding Tian was thinking about things as he walked, and this time he went, he also wanted to talk about land issues.

The third uncle and the second uncle can no longer grow their own fields. They have planted enough, and he doesn't count on the fields for food.

There are a few families in the village who are not living well, so why not lease it to them, the rent... There is no tax on his land, how much is it right?

The original owner didn't care about this before, it was the father who took care of it, he only read and wrote at home, so this body is still a half-educated person.