northernbook Chapter 615: Mongolian Oak that cannot be burned or chopped down
Chapter 615: Mongolian Oak that cannot be burned or chopped down
Needless to say, it was still a sumptuous lunch equivalent to what people outside would have during the Chinese New Year. Of course, compared with those of factory directors, professors and the like, it was definitely at a normal level.
Others have special supplies and their living standards are really not bad.
After finishing his meal, Chen Feng rode his tricycle to Huang's house. Unexpectedly, as soon as he entered the door, he met an unexpected person - Jin Shaojie.
He was the old man that Hou Polan had introduced to him before. He had many rare antiques at home and loved to eat mutton.
It was still raining today, and the residents around were at home on holiday. There was no one in the nearby corridors, so Chen Feng didn't pretend not to see it and took the initiative to greet them in a friendly manner.
"Mr. Jin, why are you here?"
Jin Shaojie squinted his old eyes and said sarcastically, "Look at what you said. This place is not your home. Why can't I come?"
Chen Feng was confused. He hadn't offended this old guy, so why was he speaking so harshly?
"Uncle, what you said is a little wrong. I didn't cheat you. Now that you say that, do you want to eat something good in the future?"
Jin Shaojie became even more depressed and complained, "How dare you say that? Every time I send him mutton, I almost use up all my belongings. Please be a good person and stop sending him mutton. Change it to grain, rice, flour, etc. Anyway, don't send him meat."
Oh, it turns out that Hou Paolan has been fleecing his family.
"Haha, Uncle Jin, you've made the wrong friends. I gave Uncle Hou delicious food out of respect for the elderly. It's different from him giving relief to your family. You don't have to come after me." Chen Feng said with a smile.
After the founding of the Republic of China, the lives of the old guard went from bad to worse, and most of them had a hard time.
But he likes to act pretentiously, so in order to maintain face, he has no choice but to spend money!
From the Republic of China to now, over the past thirty years, those good-for-nothings and prodigals have long squandered all the good things in their families' homes. Needless to say, those who have managed to hold on until now are all smart people!
After selling for more than 30 years, all the ordinary goods have been exchanged for money to live, which also means that most of the things they have left in their hands now are high-quality products!
Really good stuff!
He wished that Lao Hou would dig harder with his hoe, after all, it was a 50-50 split for everyone!
"Bullshit, my family is doing well, why do we need help?" Jin Shaojie rolled his eyes, feeling insulted, and turned away angrily, cursing as he walked: "Who are you looking down on? If it was thirty years earlier, I would have helped you!"
Chen Feng smiled and got off to lock the bicycle.
When I arrived at the Huang family's door, I saw eight porcelain jars over one meter high and forty to fifty centimeters in diameter placed side by side outside the eaves of the Huang family, experiencing wind and rain.
Huang Lin was still guarding outside. When he saw Chen Feng carrying a bag and a sack, he immediately shouted, "Dad, our benefactor is here."
Fortunately, Chen Feng said first: "Don't shout, do you want your mother to beat you again?"
After being watched by everyone last time, Chen Feng doesn’t want to happen again.
"Oh, that's right, don't shout!" Huang Lin also remembered the lesson of being spanked when he ate meat last night. He stood up from the stool and ran to the front door of his house and said, "Dad, there's no need to borrow the tricycle. My benefactor is here."
Before we reached their house along the corridor, Huang Xin came out.
But he was still a little slow as his two daughters were rushing out.
"Hello, Chen Feng."
"Hello, Brother Chen Feng!"
"Hello." Chen Feng handed them the sack, which contained a watermelon he brought from home, three pounds of dried fish from Tianjin, half a bag of cotton, and a bottle of peanut oil.
Huang Lin is a driver who travels everywhere. He can definitely take the opportunity to exchange supplies in other places and bring food to his family.
The only things that are in short supply are watermelons, cotton, oil and other such items, which are not in sufficient supply across the country and are definitely needed.
"Dad, Mom, watermelon!" Huang Yun is younger and likes watermelon more.
Huang Feng knew that cotton and oil were the most valuable. The watermelon could be eaten in one meal, the cotton could last through the winter, and a bottle of oil could last the whole family for a long time.
Huang Xin opened his mouth, not knowing what to say.
"You two girls, do you have any shame? You don't even know how to pour a cup of tea for your benefactor. You only know how to take things. Why did I give birth to you two?"
Sun Xueyan cursed angrily from behind.
"No, no, I drank soup at home at noon, so I can't drink water." Chen Feng walked over with a smile.
"Why are you still crowding at the gate? Why don't you go in? If others see you, they will gossip about you behind your back and ask questions." Sun Xueyan glared at her daughter and husband.
Huang Xin hurried into the room, and Huang Lin sat back on the stool under the eaves, but his eyes kept looking towards the house.
He had eaten watermelon once before, but that was in 58, a long time ago!
After hearing what my sister said, I no longer have the heart to read the comic books. I have already been thinking about going in to eat melons.
Huang Yun was in a similar situation. After entering the house, she couldn't help but take out the watermelon from the sack. She even looked at her mother deliberately, wanting to get permission to cut the watermelon, but her mother ignored her.
"Auntie, we agreed last time that you shouldn't call me benefactor. You can call me Chen Feng or Xiao Feng."
"Yes, yes, look at my memory. Xiaofeng, sit down quickly." Sun Xueyan pulled him to sit down and served him tea and water.
"Brother Huang is not here?" Chen Feng asked with a smile.
Huang Xin replied, "The boss is delivering food to Anhui. They have temporarily transferred food from Hebei to the disaster-stricken areas in Anhui."
Huang Feng quietly kicked her sister and told her not to make their parents angry now.
Chen Feng asked curiously, "Is the situation in Anhui serious?"
Huang Xin nodded and shook his head: "Some of the problems are indeed serious. The boss went there several times this year to transport wood, and he always brought cartloads of food with him."
"But Hebei has a good harvest and has received assistance, which is much better than last year. At least no one is starving to death."
"Boss, why are you talking about this?" Sun Xueyan interrupted her husband and changed the subject, "The last time the eldest brother went to the Northeast to transport timber, he brought back four saplings. They should be what you want."
There are various kinds of trees growing on the rolling mountains of Northeast China, the most common of which is Mongolian Oak, an important timber species in the Northeast forest area.
This thing is the favorite wood of Chinese wineries in later generations. It is the raw material for wine barrels that is more fragrant than European and American oak!
"Yes, it's the oak tree you mentioned. I asked the Forestry Bureau, and in order to prevent it from dying halfway, we specially dug up four trees." Huang Xin smiled. He was very happy to help Chen Feng find the trees he wanted.
"This tree is very tenacious. My friend in the northeast told me that even if the trunk of this tree is cut off, as long as the roots are still there, it can grow again after a light rain."
Chen Feng nodded. What he said was right. The vitality of Mongolian oak was so tenacious.
There is no need to worry about forest fires. Because of this, Mongolian oak and red pine are mixed and naturally succeed each other, forming the most stable top forest community in Northeast China.
There are many of these things in the Northeast. After burning, they produce high heat, little smoke, and strong firepower, so they are also regarded by mountain people as the best firewood in winter.