Go back to the past to plant trees

Over the next few days, Zhao Jinquan used the oven in various ways: roasting sweet potatoes, roasting potatoes, roasting corn, roasting oat cakes, roasting potato oat cakes, and roasting sweet potato oat cakes. In short, he used it in all sorts of creative ways.

Zhao Jinquan put his mind to work and created all sorts of delicious food. He managed to make all sorts of variations from just a few grains. Feng Cheng was quite happy at first, but after eating it for a few days, he had to stop. No matter how delicious it was, he couldn't eat it every day. Besides, eating too much roasted food would cause internal heat.

After Feng Cheng called a halt, Zhao Jinquan was somewhat disappointed. He had wanted to keep eating, but after a moment of frustration, he regained his spirits. He planned to make one at home when he returned, so that he could enjoy grilled food whenever he came home.

At first, Zhao Jinquan was somewhat dissatisfied with the oven, but now, the more he looks at this ugly thing, the more he likes it. He's even thinking about going home to see what he can grill: fish, chicken, or pickled vegetables.

It started raining again in Bashang that day, and Feng Cheng and Zhao Jinquan could rest for another day.

Feng Cheng opened the door and looked at the rain outside. He felt a little emotional. Although the work on the dam was tiring, at least he could rest for a day occasionally. Now he only worked five or six hours a day at most, and spent the rest of the time resting and idling.

Unlike later generations, where 996 has become the norm, people have to go to work regardless of wind or rain, with no room for negotiation.

Feng Cheng has been here for almost three months. From the initial discomfort to the gradual adaptation, he can't say he likes this kind of life, because it is indeed a bit boring, but he doesn't hate it either, after all, it's leisurely.

Perhaps I've already experienced that restless age in my past life, and now I've reached an age where I prefer quiet!

Before his transmigration, Feng Cheng no longer liked going to bars and KTVs. He would only go occasionally after drinking with friends, but he would only stay for a short while and come back within an hour at most. He simply didn't like those kinds of places anymore.

"Brother Feng, aren't you going to play your accordion anymore?"

Zhao Jinquan teased Xiao Liu for a while, but he was also a little bored. Seeing the accordion next to him, he suddenly wanted to hear Feng Cheng play a tune.

"I heard you play it when I came here the other day, and it sounded really nice."

Upon hearing this, Feng Cheng immediately turned to look at the accordion beside him, "I've also somewhat forgotten about it."

"Bring it to me. I happen to have some free time today, so I'll play a few tunes."

Zhao Jinquan quickly got up and handed the accordion to Feng Cheng.

After taking it, Feng Cheng tested the sound and then started playing.

Canon

It's a classic piece of music. Feng Cheng's deepest impression of this piece comes from a Thai advertisement. It was because of this advertisement that Feng Cheng remembered the piece and practiced it for a while.

Now, playing it on the accordion, the melody has changed a bit, and some parts aren't quite in tune, but it still sounds beautiful.

"That's nice, Brother Feng, what song is this?"

"Canon, a foreign song."

"Are there any from overseas, or from our country?"

"Yes, I have!"

As Feng Cheng spoke, he began to play a classic revolutionary song, singing along as he played.

The East is Red, the sun rises, and China has produced…

...

"I've heard this song before, and I can sing it too," Zhao Jinquan exclaimed excitedly upon hearing Feng Cheng's song. He immediately joined in, but being tone-deaf, he not only sang off-key himself, but also managed to lead Feng Cheng astray.

However, Feng Cheng didn't care about that. If it went off track, so be it. He would just sing it like this. This song is about expressing emotions, and as long as it's sung out, it will sound good.

"Brother Feng, let's do it again, let's do it again."

"Okay, let's do it again."

Since he had nothing better to do, Feng Cheng continued playing the piano.

In this era, revolutionary songs were especially popular. Everyone liked this type of song and could sing a few lines, especially young people like Zhao Jinquan, who would hum a few lines from time to time.

Just like in his previous life, Feng Cheng would occasionally utter a few lines of pop songs.

It was raining outside. Inside the dugout, Feng Cheng played the accordion and sang songs that were very characteristic of this era. The audience consisted of one person, a dog, and the drizzling rain outside.

After two hours of excitement, Feng Cheng was also a bit tired. Playing and singing at the same time is very physically demanding. Don't you see singers sweating profusely after a concert?

When Zhao Jinquan saw that Feng Cheng had put down the accordion, he really wanted to play it, but he knew it was expensive and was worried that he would break it, so even though he really wanted to, he didn't say anything.

Feng Cheng didn't suggest letting Zhao Jinquan play with it, mainly because it was too difficult to learn and repair, and he didn't know if anyone in the area could fix it. So Feng Cheng didn't dare let Zhao Jinquan touch it easily.

The rain lasted quite a while today, it rained for a whole day.

Having too much free time can sometimes be unbearable. Feng Cheng is alright; he's mentally older and can calm down. He can watch the drizzle outside all day. Zhao Jinquan, on the other hand, can't stand it. He scratches his head and moves around constantly, unable to stay still for even ten minutes.

Xiao Liu played with him for two hours, but then got tired of him and ran to Feng Cheng's feet, lay down, and closed her eyes to sleep.

"If you're really bored, pick up a book and read it. Time flies when you're doing nothing. Reading a book will make two or three hours pass in no time."

Feng Cheng really didn't want to pay attention to him, but the noise he kept making made it impossible for Feng Cheng to calm down.

"I get sleepy as soon as I start reading, and I just want to go to sleep."

"That's even better, since there's nothing to do on rainy days anyway, and there's nothing to do but sleep."

"The problem is, if I sleep now, I won't be able to sleep at night! I can't exactly stay up and play at night!"

Zhao Jinquan is also the kind of person who can't stay still. He's like a little kid who gets itchy if he doesn't move for even a minute. Of course, Zhao Jinquan isn't that extreme; he can be quiet for several hours, but he can't stay quiet like Feng Cheng.

To be honest, Zhao Jinquan also admired Feng Cheng. He wasn't much older than him, but like the other old men in the team, he could sit there all day. Those who knew him said he was thinking, but those who didn't would think he was sleeping with his eyes closed.

Although he had been in Bashang for two months, Zhao Jinquan still couldn't get used to this kind of life. It was too boring. He still preferred to be in the team, playing with his brothers and childhood friends, catching fish, catching wild sheep, hunting, and playing games.

Time flies when you have someone to play with, and you're happier when you have fun.

Unfortunately, you can't make money on the team, but you can make money here, even though it's boring.

Seeing that Feng Cheng was still in a daze, Zhao Jinquan asked, "Brother Feng, do you want some bread? The kind you made the other day? I'll make some for you."

Feng Cheng understood that this guy just wanted to find something to do, so he agreed to his request, "Okay, you can do it. You know how to do it. Just follow the steps."

A few days ago, after the oven was finished, I tried making some bread, and it tasted pretty good. Zhao Jinquan had been thinking about it ever since. If Feng Cheng hadn't stopped him, he would have already squandered the remaining flour.

"Alright, Brother Feng, you wait for me."

Zhao Jinquan responded and then went to the kitchen in the rain. Feng Cheng watched his back, shook his head, and continued to sit in a daze.

In his past life, Feng Cheng especially loved this kind of scene: sitting by the window, watching the gentle breeze and drizzle outside. But he rarely encountered such a scene because he had to go to work. He wasn't free every time it rained, nor was it raining every time he had a holiday. Similarly, he wasn't in the mood every time it rained.

The pressures of work and life, coupled with his increasingly sensitive emotional responses, make it difficult for him to calm down and appreciate such scenes.

In this life, he finally managed to calm his mind.

Listening to the rain feels wonderful, but I wonder if I'll still feel that way on a snowy day this year.

Feng Cheng was looking forward to the arrival of winter. As a native of Lingnan, he had never seen snow in his previous life.