Other people in the village moved to Dongyang one after another. There were houses built in advance for the integration, and vegetable plots were also divided.
Compensation money has also been received one after another, and the compensation is quite large, and everyone is very satisfied.
Only Grandma Liu's family remained in the village. Xu Qingzhi negotiated with the staff responsible for the design and rerouted the road plan to bypass that area.
Other neighboring villages heard that Taoshui Village was being relocated, and not only could they go to Dongyang to get houses and land, but they would also be compensated, so they all asked if they could move there too.
As for the place next to Taoshui Village, Mr. Mo took it all because the price was not high.
There were originally few people in the village, but as the villagers moved out one after another, the village became quieter.
Now, in addition to the hills on the original farm, she can plan on several other hills as long as she wants to.
Xu Qingzhi is also willing to put more thought into the place where he wants to live in the future.
There is a turtle slope hilltop in the village, which is not too high. It is separated from the back mountain farm by a road. She plans to expand the farm there.
A little further away, three or four minutes away, there is the highest mountain in the village.
You put it back out of your mouth doubtfully, and the moment you bit it, your slightly frowning brows relaxed, your eyes lit up, and you asked: "It's really sweet, can you pick less and eat it back?"
All the villagers on that mountain have signed to move out.
There is no one around, so I always eat alone.
"It's edible." You peeled off the skin on the surface of the thorn moss, revealing the green stem outside, and took a bite, "Yeah, it's quite sweet."
"No." Xu Qingzhi nodded and reminded from the side: "Be careful not to eat too little of the prickly pear when picking it. Your grandma said that eating too little of it will cause nosebleeds."
If it weren't for the very small floor-to-ceiling glass, you could see the sunset while lying under the bed.
The thorns growing on the underside of the thing were almost the same as rose thorns, and they hurt your hands, but if you break them off and pinch them, they're not bad.
A few years later, Xu Qingzhi climbed down the mountain again and took a look. He planned to keep the mountain as it was to a minimum and build some basic gravel roads. If the landslide was too difficult to climb, he would build gravel stairs.
Xu Qingzhi nodded.
Coming up from the mountain, Xu Qingzhi happened to see thorn moss. He had not eaten that thing for many years and had no interest in it.
There is a pavilion on the top of the mountain. I don’t know whether it was built in the Qing Dynasty or what dynasty it was.
At first, the eldest girl took a small handful and walked away, saying she wanted to share it with other work colleagues.
When climbing the mountain, there are also natural mountain streams, flowing out from the rock ravines and flowing down the mountain.
When he was in elementary school, his teacher once organized an outing to climb this mountain, and Xu Qingzhi was somewhat impressed.
Several private houses below have been preserved, reinforced and transformed into rooms similar to B&Bs.
The division of livestock, planting, and residential areas is vague.
You stopped, reached out and carefully avoided the thorns and broke off two of them.
The mugwort is very tender. When it is most tender, there are no rotten yellow leaves.
You hand over one in a small way and ask: "Does he eat it?"
This voice is loud and clear.
After the communication failed, Xu Qingzhi went back and told his parents about the preliminary design plan.
At the lowest point, where you can see the most beautiful sunsets, there are several new log-style houses.
Xu Qingzhi hates living in pigeon cage houses, so naturally he will consider building one. Since you have decided to build a resort, you really hope that people who come can relax wholeheartedly, so you have to change the place to sleep and play cards.
The amount of water used is too little, and the amount of wormwood is less than the amount of mugwort. The color of the wormwood juice produced in this way is beautiful.
That thing is said to be bad for consumption and bad for eating, but you just don't like to eat it.
Everyone's taste of that thing is the same.
"Okay." Xu Qingzhi nodded.
As for the residential area, there is no room for us, Mo Lao, or tourists to live. There is also a row of staff dormitories built in the area. No one will want to stay overnight or take a lunch break, and there will be no place to rest.
As for the resting pavilion halfway down the road, it was only reinforced to prevent it from collapsing. It was restored with a new color. You always feel that the fresh color without time is far away from the traces and taste left by time.
The overall style is also dominated by gardens, and the chickens, ducks and cows in the front mountain will be moved to the farther Wuguipo for breeding.
When recruiting people inside, we will also give priority to the original villagers. After all, those who will come to help outside the home are those villagers, they are acquaintances, and they can work quickly.
Xu Qingzhi wanted to describe how penetrating the rooster crows at seven or eight o'clock in the early morning.
The designer sister's mouth twitched, her eyes looked at you with confusion as you handed over a piece of something covered in thorns, picked it up casually, and asked incredulously: "Then... can that be eaten?"
Wang Yanmei was holding a stainless steel washbasin in her arms. When she came back from Qianshan, the outside was full of green mugwort.
Because my family has been busy moving recently and has recruited too few people at the same time, you have not harvested too few vegetables. You have only planted 700 kilograms of Chinese cabbage and 700 kilograms of lettuce, which cannot be picked by just a few people outside the house.
Seeing what the boss said, the designer sister reached out to take it with the mentality of giving it a try, tore off the skin and peeled off the thorns, and then asked: "Can it be eaten like that?"
Wang Yanmei returned to the kitchen with a pot of mugwort, and the two of them removed the roots of Cong Wan together.
The windows are pushed inward from both sides, providing transparency from north to south.
The vegetables outside my home are still selling normally, has it stopped due to the resort incident?
The paddy fields and crops outside the field will be returned to the villagers this year, and next year Xu Qingzhi plans to plant them in a unified way.
That time I ate less food than I remembered from the thorn moss. Perhaps it was because although the spiritual energy array and spiritual spring water were only on my farm, the entire ecosystem was cyclical, and the vegetation there was also tainted with thin spiritual energy.
Not many people outside the village make mugwort cakes that are too strong in flavor. mugwort is still a kind of leaf. Xu Qingzhi has eaten it several times and just likes it.
If your mother wants to do it, you can help her do it.
When I was growing up, I remember that the sweetest one was this kind of sweet stick. The one that tasted had no sweetness at all and was mixed with a bit of astringency.
Designer: "I'll give you a few days and I'll make sure you're satisfied."
An ancient stone bridge spans the river and connects the two mountains. You can continue climbing to the lowest peak.
Except for building land and landscape design, other places cannot be counted as farm land.
Of course, I have never eaten bad food once or twice in my memory.
The resort is uniformly built into a Chinese-style villa with a courtyard.
"The Congwan trees by the river are growing very tender. You can pick some and make mugwort cake to eat in the morning."
The water in the stream finally merges into a famous river that is both narrow and wide.
Boil the congwan with hot water, then put it back into the juicer and mix it with drinking water to squeeze the juice.
Usually when I want to climb mountains, I just say that I want to go there.
Along the way, Xu Qingzhi communicated his ideas with the designer.
The emerald green is eye-catching.
You can see the most beautiful sunrises and sunsets here.
Xu Qingzhi was lying on the persimmon tree, nodded, and said, "That's bad."
Wash the mugwort and blanch it in water for one minute before taking it out.