Waterfall, mountain spring.

Lu Qingyao was a little indifferent. After looking at it for a while, he opened his mouth and said, "Everyone, go back. What's good about here? Isn't it just a waterfall? I don't know how long it will last. Go home and work hard. If you can get more things at home, you can get more. I'm going to the village to cry and be poor now!"

When everyone heard Lu Qingyao say this, they went back. Sang Bai wanted to stay and see it again, because this is a hot spring!

What would happen if people who live forty years could allow you to have a pool of hot springs in the countryside?

That's God sending you money.

Forty years later, under the guise of hot springs, it will cost hundreds of dollars to soak the hot water for you. This is a very honest hot spring. If it is not too hot, you will be cooked into a mature person if you go down directly. Sang Bai doesn't mind going down immediately.

"Mr. Sang, why are you still standing there? Everyone is back."

Chen Xiangui turned his head accidentally and found that Sang Bai was still standing there, so he shouted loudly.

With his voice, everyone immediately turned around.

Sang Bai replied directly: "This is a hot spring, and everyone will not need to boil water when taking a bath in the future!"

The villagers looked at each other and were a little disdainful of the joy that Sang Bai showed: How troublesome can boil water be? It can’t be burned a few times a year!

At this time, the villagers did not take a bath often. Not to mention the villagers in the mountains, even the people in the county town only bathed once a week at most, except in summer. As long as they did not sweat heavily in spring and autumn, people generally would not take a bath once a day.

You can't compare your living conditions forty years to eighty years, as you are a hooligan who plays the times.

"Forget it, Mr. Sang is a cultural person. What we think of is not something that we rough people can understand. If he wants to see, let him see it. Let's go back to work." Ji Weigen thought for a while and couldn't figure it out, so he simply stopped thinking about it.

Everyone nodded and said yes when they heard this.

"Uncle Weigen can understand it. Anyway, Mr. Sang has made a name for himself, so we can just keep up. If it is useless, we won't follow you," Lu Qingju said.

"Yes, yes, this is a reasonable thing!" Chen Xianfu said.

So a group of people left with a whisper.

Sang Bai looked up and found that he was watching the river. All the people were exposed. He was stunned for a while and shook his head and said to himself: "These people are really begging for the golden bowl!"

I went down the river and arrived at the pool where the water was accumulated. I found that the pool was quite small, almost two acres of land. I reached out and tried it and the water in the pool was still very hot. The person who took the bath could not sit in.

"There is still a water outlet in this pool!"

After Sang Bo said something, he walked along the edge of the pond and soon found an undercurrent underneath the northwest corner of the pond.

If the water in the pond cannot be bathed, then the cypress will have to walk down the turbulent river formed by the overflowing water in the pond. It has almost dropped by more than ten meters, and the water temperature will drop significantly.

After gently wiping his hands, Sang Bai looked at the shape of the surrounding ground and felt that he could enjoy the hot spring by digging a pool here.

Of course, this is still a concept now. If you want to really build the hot spring pool, there are still many things to do.

Before building a hot spring, Sang Bai had to build his own small house. No matter what, he had to say, he had to behave well no matter what, otherwise he would have no face to marry Xia Yanqiu back.

Walking up all the way to the top of the mountain, standing next to the wild walnut tree you planted, the mulberry cypress stretched out his head and looked into the crack, and it was black inside!

Apart from the walnut tree's roots, a wet and hot steam is coming to your face, just like you stretching your face and leaning into the cage of steaming buns, which is very uncomfortable.

The original root tumor of the walnut tree, which was as big as a hammer, has now developed as big as a water basin, and is stuck in the cracks in a steady manner. I don’t know if it was because the mountain cracked and stuck the tree, or the roots directly squeezed the mountain. Anyway, this is the case now.

Sang Bai didn't think about doing it again. If this is the case, Sang Bai would be unable to get over the conscience.

It’s also a blessing that it was during the day. If there was a mountain collapse at night, Lu Qingyao would probably not be able to escape at such an age.

Looking at the split body and reflecting for a while, Sang Bai decided not to mess with demon moths anymore. Now that's it, I'll do it again. If I really take away a few more lives, Sang Bai felt guilty for the rest of his life.

When she returned to the village, Sangbai found that everyone did not look like the earthquake had just happened, and they were following their own things in an orderly manner, so Sangbai took Qiu back to his home.

First, I went to the space for a nap. After coming out at around 3 pm, I pulled out the stuff under my house.

Fortunately, there are not many things, and there are less than ten pieces together. As for the beds of adobe bricks, it doesn’t matter whether they want them or not.

Sang Bai looked at his own pot and saw that the originally pretty big iron pot now had a hole as big as a bowl in the middle. The wooden beams that were smashed from the top were so inch-like, just in the middle of the pot, making a hole in the middle.

Anyway, I can’t count on it anymore. I have to put it on the agenda for buying a new pot, and it’s not just about buying a pot. I have to build a stove. Of course, it’s best to get a room.

"Brother Sanbai!"

Hearing Chen Dongsheng's voice, Sang Bai raised his head, threw the "pot ring" in his hand to the ground, and clapped his hands.

"What's up?"

"My dad asked me to come over and ask you if you want to help me," Chen Dongsheng said.

Sang Bai waved his hand: "No need, I have nothing here, the only thing I am sad is that the pot is broken."

"Our pot is broken, but fortunately you left aside for you. Our pot is broken. My parents are worried about how to cook at night," Chen Dongsheng said with a smile.

The half-aged child doesn’t know what worry is, he is at a heartless age.

"Okay, I'm fine, you'd better go home and help your parents."

As he said that, Sang Bai plucked his feet out of the ruins of his house, clapped his hands, and looked up and found that his pigpen and sheep pen were fine, so he smiled and said, "It's not bad, I left some property for me."

Chen Dongsheng glanced at the pigpen at the door of Sang Bai's house, and looked at the house that he had not moved into. Now he had lie on the ground into several large beaches, so he said, "My house is not as strong as the pigpen?"

"How tall is the pigpen? How tall is your house? Your brain" Sang Bai smiled.

"Okay, then Brother Sangbai, I'm back. If you have anything to do, call me," Chen Dongsheng said.

Sang Bai waved his hand: "Go, go!"

Sangbai is not worried about the place where you live, but the yard is gone, so I lack a shelter. Originally, the autumn harvest was in the yard, and no one would come into the yard, but now the yard wall is gone, so it is a bit troublesome to drill space here.

Sitting on the broken adobe wall, Sangbai began to think about it.

When building a new house, bricks are still produced by state-owned factories. You can’t buy them even if you have money. As for steel and cement, it’s probably okay to have less, but it’s not easy to build a house.

From this time on, the planned economy has always caused a headache for Sangbai. The key is that he has never been particularly concerned about this era before, and he does not know when building materials and daily necessities can be traded in the market.

It wasn't a big deal. Sang Bai came to his senses and looked at the broken walls around him. He originally thought that the small courtyard was a bit dilapidated, but suddenly he lost it. He still missed it a little, missing the feeling of the small family it brought to him.

This person is a naughty man!

Sang Boxin made a deep self-reflection.

Before Sang Bai could sublimate his thoughts, he heard a very noisy sound coming from the village.

"What's going on?"

Sangbai stood up and looked towards the village. Qiuhuo also stood up at this time. Both Sangbai and Qiuhuo couldn't understand what could cause such a big disturbance in the village.

"Go and go and have a look!"

Sangbai greeted the autumn harvest, and each person and a bear went to the entrance of the village.

Before entering the village, Sangbai discovered it. It turned out that the soldiers had come. The vast green military uniforms directly flooded the small village with more than 100 people.

"Bear, bear!"

A stationman discovered the mulberry cypress and autumn harvest standing not far from the entrance of the village, and immediately exclaimed in surprise.

The young stationmaster was not afraid, and his face was made of mud and as if he was singing a big show. He even greeted his comrades with a look of looking at the Western scenery, shouting loudly as he watched the autumn harvest.

Lu Qingyao came over at this time and told the little soldiers, probably telling them that this is a bear raised in his village, as long as he doesn't tease it, it won't hurt people.

Sang Bai has a deep relationship with his soldiers.

Whether before or now, I have a gratitude.

When I was thirteen years old, I rented a house. One summer when the flood was flooded, my soldiers came to save him.

At this time, I felt a little excited when I saw these soldiers again. Although their military uniforms were not as good as decades later, their mental outlook was the same as decades later. Otherwise, how could they be called soldiers?

The county actually knew about the earthquake in Liushuzhuang not long after. After all, the Earthquake Bureau is not a waste of money.

The rescue mission was organized here, and the county transferred nearby militias to come. Before the militias arrived, the first one to come was these most lovely people.

The soldiers rushed over, and the dozens of miles of march arrived here without a break, so they began to clean the village. Everyone followed the soldiers and quickly broke the beams and walls and slowly cleared them to a fixed open space at the entrance of the village.

As for what cannot be clear, it is just some adobe bricks. These things become muddy when they are touched by water or rain.

As the village chief, Lu Qingyao is now discussing matters with the company commander and instructor.

Sang Bai went home and carried out his own big white rice, preparing to make a bowl of fragrant big white rice for his soldiers tonight to express his gratitude from the two eras.
Chapter completed!