Mo Zhui and his newlywed wife lived in the camp for a month, helping his father-in-law to finish all the work in the camp. The sheep dung bricks were dried in the sun and neatly stacked, like a wall.
This stuff, like cow dung, is the main fuel on the grassland.
Unlike in the mainland, you can collect firewood on the ridges of the fields and take home the wild plants growing in the fields to use as fuel for heating and cooking.
Although the fields are owned by the owner, other people have been allowed to pick the shrubs and plants that grow naturally on the paths and ridges of the fields and turn yellow after autumn. This can be regarded as a simple traditional custom of the people.
Of course, the straw in the field cannot be moved; it belongs to the farmer or landowner.
This sheep pen has not been cleaned for more than ten years. The sheep dung and eggs have accumulated more than one meter thick, and are as hard as rocks. They have been trampled hard by the sheep.
In other words, Mo Zuo is a devilish muscleman, otherwise ordinary people would really not be able to dig it.
After digging out the sheep dung, checking the depth, and backfilling with clean sand, the work was completed. The sheep pen became clean and there was no smell.
While having dinner with his father-in-law and his wife in the evening, Mo Zhui proposed to take his newlywed wife back to Daoban's wooden house to have a look. After all, he hadn't gone back for several months.
Even if no one is supervising him, he should always go back and take a look.
If there are no problems with roads and railways, they will come back.
Early the next morning, Mo Zuo led the fiery red camel and set off.
His daughter-in-law Chu Chunni sat on a camel and embarked on the journey home.
Chuni is still a little shy. She has been married for a month and has not yet been to her husband's house. Even though there is only an empty house there.
It’s not a long journey and we’ll arrive before dark.
Chunni's eyes widened and she couldn't see enough. She grew up in the desert and had never seen roads or railways.
A train rumbled past, blowing out fireworks and steam, and the earth trembled. Her frightened little face turned white. Intermittent steam trucks, some with trailers, also rumbled from the highway.
Drive up and pass.
She was very surprised by these steel vehicles that could move without livestock. In her whole life, she had only seen animals in the desert, such as cattle, sheep, horses, camels, wild wolves, foxes, pikas and so on. This kind of fire
The car has never been seen before.
It's so big here. It's a large white flat ground, very clean, without any dirt. There are several steam trucks parked on it. In a row of wooden houses to the west, there are several people washing up, who seem to be the owners of these trucks.
They saw Mo Zui coming back and said hello. They are all drivers who often run this route and occasionally stay here. They add coal and water to the car and get themselves some food.
But there is no restaurant here, only dry food, and there is no charge for grinding the table. You can just help yourself when you are hungry. Anyway, it is all left by Huang Daya last time, and you can't finish it yourself.
But drivers still put some coins on the rack.
When they saw Mo Zui bringing back a woman, they teased Mo Zui a few words, making Chunni lower her head in shame and hide behind him, not daring to come out.
Mo Zui chatted with them for a few words, inquired about the situation on the recent highway, and when he saw that nothing happened, he took his wife home. His wooden house was on the other side.
I haven't been back for several months, and a lot of dust has fallen on the house in the yard.
Then the ocelot suddenly jumped out, meowing, and rubbing its head against the calf of the table.
This is the wild cat cub he picked up. It was separated from the mother cat and the other kittens and was crying in the wild.
Mo Zui was quite lonely by himself, so he took him back and raised him.
When it grows up, you can go out to find food by yourself, and you don’t need to grind the table to feed it.
However, sometimes Mo Zhu will open a can of luncheon meat and feed it when he is acting coquettishly.
After all, having a cat at home can prevent mice from causing trouble in his warehouse, right?
When Huang Daya sent him here, he unloaded a truckload of supplies.
Looking at the dust and the door that was covered with wind and sand for more than half a foot and could not be opened, Mo Zui sighed.
This place is like this and needs to be cleaned frequently.
There is no way, this is a desert area, and it is very dusty. Moreover, the steam trucks passing by will also raise dust. The steam locomotives of trains will also eject incompletely burned coal ash from the chimney.
There is no place to collect firewood on the grinding table. There are too few plants here.
But the soot ejected by the train contains a large number of incompletely burned coal nuclei.
He swept it and passed it through a sieve, and he got half a bag of coal cores. It was enough for him to make a fire and keep warm.
There are few people here, and the door of Mo Table is not locked.
The courtyard door was ajar, but the room door was closed.
This is considered a rest area on the highway. It is a hardened concrete area of 100 meters square. It is considered a parking lot.
After all, the road must have emergency lanes and parking lots in case of emergencies such as a car breaking down. In addition, it is also a supply station. Every time a steam truck travels more than 100 kilometers, it needs to add water and fuel.
For drivers, there must be toilets and breaks, but not a place where cars are repaired.
If it's nighttime, there's always a place to sleep.
Therefore, there is a place like this every fifty kilometers on the highway.
The 100-meter-square cement floor is the parking lot. It is surrounded by wooden houses with toilets, temporary accommodation, kitchens, restaurants, etc. for eating and cooking.
Generally, a family will move to each such rest area. One person in the family is a paid road worker. He is responsible for patrolling the roads and maintaining them.
His family members are responsible for planting trees around to prevent roads and railways from being buried by wind and sand. Planting trees and watering trees are also paid, and there are subsidies. There are some small plots of about ten acres around to grow some food and traditional Chinese medicine.
Materials and the like can also be considered as one’s own family’s income.
There is underground water here, as well as steam engines and water pumps, which are placed in independent buildings. There is also a three-story water tower. There is a revolving water pipe on the water tower. It is used to add water to trains, cars, etc.
Each rest area has a one-story bungalow or a two-story wooden house.
The first floor is the restaurant, kitchen and small shop, and the second floor is the guest room.
Drivers can park their cars in the parking lot at night, and people can eat on the first floor and stay on the second floor.
After all, you have to sleep at night. People can't drive all the time.
The head of the household is usually a Taoist inspector, and the wife and daughter are in charge of the canteen and hotel. These are charged and are their family's income.
Steam engines and wells are generally used in this place to pump out groundwater and store it in water towers to add water to train locomotives and steam trucks.
There are usually coal dumps where fuel can be replenished for trains, locomotives and steam trucks at any time.
After all, this is a desert area, and there is nowhere to find wood to burn. Steam trucks basically burn coal and add water to drive.
He is the only one who lives here in Mozui, and he does not provide food or drinks.
He is too lazy to do it himself. He has no family to cook.
The main reason is that he is not short of money and is too lazy to do this to make money.