Go back to the past to plant trees

With the help of the young man, Feng Cheng slowly walked towards the camp, while Gouzi ran around nearby, sometimes running ahead and sometimes running back.

"What's your name?"

After walking for a while, Feng Cheng asked the young man beside him.

"My name is Zhao Jinquan."

“Zhao Jinquan,” Feng Cheng nodded, then continued, “Is your father the brigade leader?”

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"Is your Shaquan brigade far from here?"

After thinking for a moment, Zhao Jinquan said, "It's quite far, it takes more than an hour to walk here. I came here at dawn and it took me a long time to get here."

"You also know the location of this tree?" Feng Cheng asked, somewhat puzzled.

Logically speaking, not many people should know the location of this tree, because if many people knew, the tree would have been lost long ago. After all, it is a wild tree, and a large tree that is over a hundred years old. A hundred-year-old tree has excellent timber and is very valuable, whether for personal use or for sale.

Just like Zheng Laosan, he set his sights on this tree in order to get married.

Zhao Jinquan shook his head and said, "I don't know, but my dad does. He told me the general area, and I found it myself."

Feng Cheng said, "If I hadn't woken up just now, would you have gone straight back?"

Zhao Jinquan scratched his head sheepishly, "I just came to see if you were dead or not. I'll just take a look and then go back and tell my dad."

Feng Cheng nodded. He had a rough idea of ​​what Zhao Jinquan's father was thinking. As a captain, he would bear some responsibility if a member of his team killed someone. So it was reasonable for him to come and check after hearing the news.

But this era is different from later generations. In this era, it is very normal for someone to die. The only difference is that Feng Cheng is a college student and a cadre of the Forestry Bureau, which makes many people wary.

Feng Cheng guessed that this was also the reason why Zhao Jinquan's father asked him to come and take a look. Regardless of whether he was alive or dead, once it was confirmed, it would be easier to proceed with the next steps.

This scene wasn't shown in the TV series, and Feng Cheng didn't know whether it was a result of his arrival or if such a thing had already happened but wasn't shown on TV due to time constraints.

This made Feng Cheng feel uneasy. Yes, this is reality, not a TV series. TV series only have a limited length, how can they show the days and nights of these decades?

For example, the camera only briefly shows Feng Cheng's life at the camp in Bashang, saying that he spent three years there, but it doesn't explain how he spent those three years, how difficult or arduous it was.

I can't expect three years to pass by in the blink of an eye like on TV, can I? I have to live each day one by one, and as I live each day, will something unexpected happen?

An accident occurred on the very first day; similar incidents are bound to happen in the future.

With more and more unexpected events happening, will future developments still follow the same pattern as television?

Thinking of this, Feng Cheng felt a sudden sense of unease.

His confidence stemmed from his understanding of the development of Saihanba, but now that he discovered that this development would change, and would be a big change, Feng Cheng suddenly felt a little flustered.

"Are you feeling unwell? If so, let's take a break."

Seeing that Feng Cheng's expression was not right, Zhao Jinquan said with some concern.

If Feng Cheng dies on the way back, then I really won't be able to explain myself.

I should have just taken a quick look and gone back. Why did I have to send him back? It was just creating trouble for myself.

Zhao Jinquan was immediately filled with remorse.

“I’m fine,” Feng Cheng said, oblivious to Zhao Jinquan’s expression. He glanced at the nearby landmarks and said, “We’re not far from the camp now; we’ll be there in about half an hour.”

"You must not have had breakfast since you came out so early. I'll treat you to breakfast when we get to the camp."

"Have a meal…"

Zhao Jinquan's voice instantly rose two octaves, "Really?"

"It's just a meal, what's the big deal?" Feng Cheng looked at Zhao Jinquan with some confusion.

It wasn't until Zhao Jinquan swallowed hard a few times that Feng Cheng realized something.

It seems to be 1960 now, and that famine still seems to be raging.

No wonder Feng Cheng didn't know about this, because he came from the future and wasn't very clear about the current situation.

The original owner was a person of this era, but he had spent the entire year in Bashang and only occasionally went down to the lower reaches. So although he had some understanding of the situation outside, he was not very clear about it.

In addition, he was a college student, a cadre, and he voluntarily went to the harsh place of Bashang. Director Yu Zhengbei and Uncle Liu from the canteen took special care of him, so his food rations did not run out, and he did not feel the famine very deeply.

It wasn't until he saw Zhao Jinquan's appearance that Feng Cheng realized the famine wasn't over; he just hadn't been affected yet.

Feng Cheng didn't know much about the famine, only that everyone was hungry and that everyone in the country was having a hard time.

"There is food, but it's just potatoes and sweet potatoes, not very tasty, but it will fill you up."

"As long as I can eat my fill, that's fine. As long as I can eat my fill, that's fine."

Zhao Jinquan nodded happily. He had only eaten half a potato today and was very hungry, but there was no more food at home, so he could only endure it.

He had originally planned to see if he could find something to eat when he went back, but due to the hardships of the past two years, there was very little food available, and even the grass roots had been dug up. He could only say that he would try his luck.

Thinking that he could have a full meal, Zhao Jinquan's steps became much lighter, and he helped Feng Cheng walk quickly forward.

Feng Cheng had no choice but to quicken his pace.

With Zhao Jinquan dragging them along, their pace quickened considerably, and before long, the two returned to the camp.

As soon as Feng Cheng returned to the camp, he rushed to the water tank, picked up a water ladle, and started gulping water down his throat.

After drinking a large ladle of water, Feng Cheng finally felt better.

"Finally alive."

Seeing Zhao Jinquan standing to the side, Feng Cheng handed him a water ladle, saying, "Have some water. You must be thirsty after walking such a long way under the scorching sun."

Zhao Jinquan didn't stand on ceremony and took the water ladle to scoop up water and drink it.

It was only at Feng Cheng's place that Zhao Jinquan would have already stuck his head into the water vat and started drinking; there would be no need for a water ladle at all.

After Zhao Jinquan put down the water ladle, Feng Cheng led him into the dugout. "The sweet potatoes and yams are all here. You can cook as many as you want. Remember to cook two for me and two more for Gouzi."

Feng Cheng's food supplies were running low; he only had half a bag of sweet potatoes and some oat flour, which he had stored elsewhere. Since he often cooked things here, water was constantly being spilled, and flour and similar items couldn't be stored here as they would easily become damp.

Zhao Jinquan looked at the small half-bag of grain and was somewhat disappointed. Judging from Feng Cheng's tone, he thought there was a lot of grain here.

This is all we have, enough for only a few days.

If Feng Cheng knew what Zhao Jinquan was thinking, he would definitely laugh. He's the only one on the dam, how much grain could he possibly need? This half-bag weighs twenty or thirty jin, which is enough for ten days' worth of food.

Moreover, after realizing the preciousness of food in this era, Feng Cheng gave up the idea of ​​inviting him to eat noodles. The original owner was reluctant to eat that kind of food, let alone offer it to a guest, especially since it was someone he had only met once.