Halfway through November, the temperature in the valley became colder day by day. Not to mention it compared with the county town, even if it was compared with the town, even if the sun was outside in broad daylight, the temperature difference would be at least five degrees, not to mention at night, which would be almost eight or nine degrees colder.

Although it has not snowed yet, the stream on the slope has frozen when I woke up in the morning. Only after noon can the ice in the stream melt. It has not melted completely. It is dark again, so the ice in the stream is harder and harder every day, and it is about to close the river.

Fortunately, there is no farm work in Sijiaping Village now, and the villagers have reached the most leisurely moment of the year. The period from this time to the beginning of next spring was called Maodong, which means that winter has officially entered, reducing the time for outdoor activities. Everyone usually cats at home and plays mahjong and so on. The village has entered the most leisurely time of the year.

There is no point in going to bed early at this time, because even if you get up early, you will not be a good experience to go out. Originally, the little wind that jumped out of the valley in summer was cool, but now the little wind blew on his face again, it wouldn't be cool. It was like pulling his face with a not-so-sharp shaving knife, which hurts a lot.

So the villagers all slept until midnight, and they gathered together early to chat and fuck and play mahjong. At about ten o'clock, they went home to go to bed. This was the winter schedule of Sijiaping Village.

Canghai and his family got up, washed their faces, brushed their teeth, etc., and started to make brunch. Brunch means breakfast with lunch together, and it changed from three meals a day to two.

After leaving the door, Ping'an and Wu Hui got up early, so they asked Ping'an and Wu Hui to carry a basket to the greenhouse to pick vegetables. Canghai looked at Uncle San and Aunt San busy pasting the window, so he walked over to say hello to Uncle San and Aunt San.

"Have you eaten?" Aunt Third Wei Qin saw Canghai coming over and asked with a smile.

Cang Hai replied, "I haven't eaten yet. Have you eaten your old couple?"

Cang Shiyuan replied: "We haven't had it yet. I slept a little cold last night. I felt that the pit was not very useful. I don't know what happened to the weather. It seems that it was colder than before. I used to burn a kang in November and I felt hot at night. Now it's good, but I don't even use it in the early November."

Most kilns in the village are wooden frames, and there are gaps when they are wooden frames. When the weather is not cold, these gaps are nothing. However, when the weather gets cold, the small gap-thrust wind blows into the kiln and blows on people immediately. If you don’t make the seam stick, it will not be so comfortable to sleep at night.

For example, the Kiln of Canghai Family and Ping'an Family, or the new kiln in the village are all aluminum alloy frames. When installing, the windproof factor was considered, so the window doors were naturally sealed in front of them, so there is no need to be ambiguous or not.

However, the villagers' old kilns are all simple wooden door racks that cannot stand. They must paste windows and seal all the seams with kraft paper. This way, the temperature in the kiln will be maintained throughout the day.

Cang Hai listened to Uncle San's complaint, and smiled and held the basin on the ground and reached it in front of Uncle San. Cang Shiyuan picked up the brush in the basin, carefully swept the paste of the brush into the gap, then carefully pasted the paper strips in his hand on the seam, and then carefully smoothed the kraft paper strips with his hands. Finally, he was a little worried and patted the two rounds of the palm from top to bottom until a little paste was revealed at the corner.

"When next year, we will also repair the two kilns in our house and replace them with iron frames like Huahai's family. They are not only transparent but also insulated. The wooden one is too bad," said Wei Qin.

"Let's talk about this next year! By the way, Haiwazi, how about the heating in your house?" Cang Shiyuan was concerned about not the door, but about the heating in Cang Hai's house.

In any case, the heating is much better than the kang. Although the insulation effect of the earth kiln is much better than that of a brick-concrete house, the temperature outside is placing. The temperature of the fire pit is not enough to make the home warm and comfortable. The villagers still have to wear thick clothes when burning the pit in the kiln. Unless they are sleeping, they can only wear single clothes by sticking to the pit. Unlike Canghai's house, they are warm and can resist the heat as soon as they enter the house. The key is that they can also adjust the temperature.

Everyone could tolerate it before, because everyone was like this. Now Canghai’s family is much more comfortable than their own. Everyone feels a little nervous. Who doesn’t want to live a comfortable life?

The most important point is ventilation. The air in Canghai’s home is much better than that in a burning kiln, because it has a ventilation system. Think about it, even if the air in the kiln is discharged from time to time, it will not be much better. It is far less comfortable to live in Canghai’s home.

"Of course it's comfortable, but every month, the gas costs at least 2,000 yuan," Cang Hai said truthfully.

Canghai’s heating company directly chooses an oil-fired boiler. This thing has electricity, but the electricity used in the countryside is more than one yuan, and the internal pressure is sometimes not very stable. The electricity used for heating is far less expensive than fuel, and it is safer and more afraid of leakage. Of course, whether it is fuel or electricity, the cost-effectiveness of using this thing in the small village is far less than that of centralized heating in the city.

The Canghai Family and Ping'an kilns alone cost about 3,000 yuan per month to provide heating. If Canghai’s pockets were not deep enough, the average family would really not be able to withstand it.

"Tsk, that's too expensive." Cang Shiyuan was a little reluctant to let it go when he heard that the Canghai family's new kilns cost more than 2,000 yuan.

Canghai smiled and said, "Everyone will spend the whole winter first, and wait until the village makes money next year. We may not be able to convert the village into heating directly. The cost of concentrating is much lower. If the village conditions are good, it is not impossible not to charge heating fees for the whole winter."

Wei Qin smiled and said, "If it's as you said, that's great."

The three uncles and nephews were talking about this, and Hu Shijie came over with his big black dog.

"What's better?" Hu Shijie asked casually when he saw the three of them chatting happily.

Wei Qin talked about the heating issue, and Hu Shijie nodded after hearing this: "This idea is good, but we must first plant the melons for next year. Then we can think of other things. By the way, I'll ask you, do you two have put pickled jars in the water tower?"

Wei Qin shook her head and said, "We don't have one at home, and we put two jars of sauerkraut in the kitchen."

Seeing Hu Shijie looking at him, Cang Hai shook his head quickly: "We are all in the old kiln."

Hu Shijie nodded after hearing this: "That's good. I'll go and ask others later. Everyone can put some fresh things in the water tower. There is no need to put them in, and there is no need to put them in, so where should you keep that thing fresh?"

Now the only place in the village that can maintain a low temperature of one or two degrees is the water tower. It is almost the same temperature all year round. Even if it is below zero outside, the temperature in the water tower is kept at a temperature of one or two degrees that is most suitable for food storage due to well water. Otherwise, it is a natural refrigerator in the village.

At this time, meat and vegetables are naturally not afraid of bad food. At this temperature, a plate of meat will not change the flavor for a week. However, if you want to eat something fresh, you have to hang the meat into the water tower. When the fresh meat comes in, it will still be fresh meat, and it will not deteriorate for more than 20 days. Therefore, except for Canghai’s family, the villagers have saved even the refrigerators.

After Hu Shijie finished speaking, he asked at Canghai: "By the way, Haiwazi, when will the pigs in your family be killed?"

"Our pig, let's celebrate the New Year! Why do you ask this?" Cang Hai looked at Hu Shijie.

Hu Shijie said: "If your family doesn't kill you, your Li Erye family and I will kill two pigs in the family these two days. Our families have discussed it and prepared to make some bacon for the New Year. During the New Year, your family will keep a fan for me to kill the pig."

"Oh, Uncle Jie, are you planning to have a fat New Year this year?" Cang Shiyuan said happily when he heard this.

In the past, during the Chinese New Year, the family only had about ten kilograms of pork, and at most a few kilograms of bacon, etc. Now Hu Shijie needs to slap it once, so he will definitely be fat this year.

Hu Shijie smiled and said, "How should you spend this year? In March, the village will pay you a salary from seedling cultivation. Each person has a basic salary of 4,000 yuan. The more you work, the more you earn. As long as you become a New Year, you can come to work in the village."

"Oh, Uncle Kuo, why are you suddenly becoming generous? Why? You have seen enough money given by the Japanese. Don't want to see it?" Cang Shiyuan said jokingly.

Cang Hai did not focus on the wagesman. He heard about seedling cultivation from Hu Shijie, so he opened his mouth and asked, "Source cultivation?"

Hu Shijie nodded: "I have asked the experts about seedling cultivation. If we want watermelons to grow quickly and grow well, this seedling crop is indispensable. When the seedlings come out, they have to be screened. The strong seedlings will be moved to the melon field. In this way, both the yield and survival rate will be better than what you have come from far away. I asked Professor Zuo here, and he agreed to help our village with good guidance next year."

After hearing this, Canghai didn't know what to say, and he was very disdainful of what seedlings to raise. Of course, under normal circumstances, it is definitely better to raise seedlings. Both the yield and survival rate are much better than the direct planting. This is a talk of experience over thousands of years.

But what is the Canghai? Space! Where can I find this thing? I still need to cultivate seedlings. Soak the seeds in space water and bury them in the ground. Not only does one hundred percent germinate, but ninety-nine percent must be germinated. As for the sprouting that does not grow well, they do not exist at all.

But I can't tell Hu Shijie about this. If I talk about it, it will definitely become a well-known secret within a day, and Canghai is not far from being pulled to the slice.

Fortunately, Hu Shijie said next: "Professor Zuo is such a good person. When I mentioned this, I said that I would not charge any money. Then I would just set up a project team."

Looking at Hu Shijie's appearance, Canghai believed that he might think he had taken a lot of advantage now. Only Canghai, who had been to university, knew that Professor Zuo Boguang was not looking for money, but the name of the picture. As long as he participated in watermelon planting and wrote a few more articles, it would not be possible to win the profits, but this person could steadily be in his arms.

Fortunately, Zuo Boguang didn't charge any money, so Canghai thought about it and let him do it. People who eat alone are always hated. Moreover, this academic name is not very useful to Canghai. Zuo Boguang just take it.

After chatting with Canghai and the other two, Hu Shijie went down the slope and rushed to Wei Wenkui's house. It seemed that he wanted to ask if he had thrown the pickled vegetables jars from his home into the water tower, and the smell of pickled vegetables as soon as the water tower entered, skewed the fresh food inside.

Canghai wanted to talk a few more times, but Ping'an and Wu Hui came back with a basket, so Canghai had to turn back to the kitchen and start making brunch.

The brunch was naturally richer, with fish and meat, and a chicken stewed in a low-fire pot. The five of them would definitely not be able to eat it. The rest were kept for hot at night, and when I was lazy, I added some vegetables to enter, so I could fool my stomach.

In winter days, if you can dip it in some cold water, you will get less. Anyway, you are not afraid of the vegetables being broken. What you are afraid of are a few greedy cats in the village, and you can accidentally eat the vegetables on the table.

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