Go back to the past to plant trees

It took Feng Cheng nearly an hour to fill the water tank, and then another half hour to wash the clothes and hang them up to dry.

Looking at the few old clothes fluttering outside, Feng Cheng felt that he should buy some clothes. Although he wasn't too particular in his previous life, he still had at least five or six sets of seasonal clothes to change into in his wardrobe. Unlike now, he only has four sets of clothes for spring, summer, autumn and winter combined, averaging one set per season.

However, ready-made clothes are quite expensive these days. If you want to buy them, you have to buy fabric and make them yourself, but you don't know how to make clothes.

Thinking about this, Feng Cheng scratched his head. He couldn't very well do it himself. Feng Cheng didn't mind doing it himself, but he was afraid that his skills were too poor and the finished product wouldn't be wearable.

"Xiao Liu, what do you think about me finding you a mistress?"

"Wang Wang Wang Wang."

"Oh, it seems you also think we need to find a mistress! But don't worry, I'll definitely prioritize solving your problem first. I'll find one for you first, and then I'll look for one myself."

Feng Cheng smiled and said a few words to Xiao Liu, then started cooking.

The pheasant we hunted this afternoon wasn't big; after removing the skin, feathers, and internal organs, it only weighed a little over half a pound. However, the internal organs can be left for Xiao Liu to eat, so nothing will go to waste.

Looking at the potatoes and sweet potatoes in the kitchen, Feng Cheng frowned, turned around and went back to his sleeping cellar, took out a small bag of oat flour, and started kneading the dough.

To be honest, Feng Cheng barely survived in Bashang, but it was impossible for him to eat anything particularly good.

The Forestry Bureau was able to provide Feng Cheng with ample food because the forest farm itself grew its own grain. A few years ago, the forest farm started cultivating its own land to grow grain, with the aim of feeding the forest farm's employees and livestock.

The main crop fields in the forest area are oats, as this place is suitable for growing them. In addition, there is a lot of fodder and other forage. The forestry bureau is considered to have a relatively sufficient grain supply in the county because it does not need to be allocated by higher authorities. On the contrary, it can provide some grain to support higher authorities.

These are things Feng Cheng overheard from conversations among the forestry bureau staff yesterday. They said that the forest farm is going to expand its grain planting scale, partly to support the government and partly because the number of livestock at the forest farm is increasing, requiring more fodder to feed them.

Feng Cheng made several steamed buns with oat flour, without fermenting them, and steamed them directly in the pot.

You can't be too particular about food in Bashang, and you can't really be particular anyway. The main thing is to make sure you don't starve. It's impossible to expect anything particularly delicious.

While steaming buns, Feng Cheng also stewed pheasant in another pot.

Whether it was because he was hungry, because he hadn't eaten well the past two days, or because this pot of pheasant was really good, Feng Cheng found the aroma particularly enticing.

After spending more than half an hour cooking dinner, Feng Cheng and Xiao Liu started eating. Feng Cheng threw the chicken butt, chicken head, and internal organs to Xiao Liu, and also gave him a steamed sweet potato.

"I can only afford to eat coarse food and wild vegetables, so you'd better make do with what you have. If this were the 21st century, I would definitely give you a big bone so you could have a good meal."

"Unfortunately, I can't even afford a big bone now, let alone you."

With no one to talk to, Feng Cheng could only chat with the dog. Although the dog couldn't understand what he was saying, it was good to have a living creature for Feng Cheng to vent his emotions.

After finishing his meal, it got dark outside. Feng Cheng ignored the dog, took a stroll around the camp, looked at the surrounding land, and then went back.

Wolf howls are frequently heard on the dam, and it's very unsafe to stay outside after dark.

Back in his room, Feng Cheng lit the kerosene lamp. Looking at the dimly lit room, he suddenly felt uneasy.

In this desolate wilderness, being all alone here, a person without a strong heart simply cannot withstand this loneliness.

Having grown accustomed to his previous life of lying in bed with his phone, watching videos, and playing games, Feng Cheng found it very difficult to adjust to this era devoid of entertainment.

Feng Cheng glanced at the clock next to him. It was only 7:30 pm. In later times, Feng Cheng would have just gotten off work and was about to have dinner.

The lantern's light wasn't very bright, and Feng Cheng didn't dare adjust it too brightly, as it would consume too much oil, which he had to buy himself. If he ran out of oil, Feng Cheng would have to work in the dark.

Sitting there blankly, not knowing what to do, and unable to sleep, Feng Cheng could only take out some books that the original owner had brought with him and start flipping through them.

They were all books related to the planting industry, as well as some newspapers published by the forest farm and some journals and materials related to planting.

Bored, Feng Cheng could only look at these things under the light.

Whether it's because he's a transmigrator or because he has a different mind, Feng Cheng used to fall asleep when he saw books like this in his previous life, but now he can easily get into them and focus on studying the materials.

Time flies when you're focused, and when Feng Cheng came back to his senses, it was already past eleven o'clock.

Four hours passed in the blink of an eye, which greatly surprised Feng Cheng.

When did I become so focused? In my past life, besides playing games and reading novels, I never devoted myself to anything as fully as I do now.

Perhaps it was due to the original owner's abilities, but Feng Cheng remembered a scene in the show where he was so engrossed in translating materials that he fell asleep in the lab.

Feng Cheng thought to himself that his current state was probably due to the original owner's own abilities.

"Never mind, I'm going to sleep."

Feng Cheng got up and urinated in the toilet in the room. Then he looked at Xiao Liu, who was lying face down with his eyes closed, checked that the door was closed tightly, and then went to bed.

The next day, Feng Cheng opened his eyes on time and checked the time; it was already nine o'clock in the morning.

"It feels so good to wake up naturally."

Feng Cheng stretched and patted Xiao Liu, who was waiting by the kang (heated brick bed) for him to get up. "Come on, let you go out and have some fun."

I brushed my teeth and washed my face, then cooked some sweet potato porridge and drank two big bowls of it with some pickled vegetables.

Feng Cheng rarely cooked in his previous life, and the original owner hadn't cooked much before coming here either. Neither of them were good cooks, so the food they made was just passable.

In addition, there were few seasonings available in this era, so the food was made with little oil, little salt, and no other ingredients, and the food was not very tasty at all.

After having breakfast, Feng Cheng prepared the necessary items and then led the horse out.

Today he needs to find a place to cultivate seedlings. The place needs to be close to a water source, with good soil and a suitable pH level. The land near the camp is suitable because people need to live there and also need to take care of planting trees. So the land is good, close to a water source, sheltered from the wind, and not too windy or dusty. But whether the place is suitable for cultivating seedlings is another matter.

Feng Cheng found several suitable seedling nurseries around the camp, collected soil, and then expanded the area, spreading outwards from the camp. Feng Cheng's furthest distance was five kilometers. Beyond five kilometers, there was no need to look for more, because a five-kilometer distance would take too long to travel back and forth, making it inconvenient to take care of the nursery, unless the camp was moved there as well.

But that would bring more problems. Feng Cheng didn't want to move his accommodation to the wilderness. The dugout wasn't comfortable enough, and setting up a tent would make living there even more difficult and dangerous. After all, a tent isn't a dugout with heavy objects like wood and soil to protect it. To put it bluntly, a strong wind could blow a tent away.

If it were only ten days or half a month, Feng Cheng wouldn't care and could just get through it. But this nursery requires two years or even longer of cultivation, so Feng Cheng has to consider it more carefully.

After all, Saihanba is already tough enough; if it gets any tougher, people are more likely to break down.