When my grandparents were still there, the oranges on the back mountain grew very well.
Big and sweet, the whole mountain is full of orange trees.
You can touch the oranges with your hands. Each of them is planted by grandparents and grandparents.
Every year, starting from June and until October, there will be continuous large trucks coming to our Dahuang Village.
These large trucks have pushed out the access from the town to Dahuang Village, and the roads entering the village were built using these traces.
They came for nothing but to collect oranges all over the mountain planted by their grandparents.
At that time, grandparents would ask other people in the village to help and go up the mountain to pick oranges with baskets.
Selling oranges at that time was very profitable, and the acquisition price was not low. It can reach up to one pound and three yuan per pound, and grandparents will count the fractions to the villagers who help.
Don’t underestimate one pound and three yuan per catty. You can pick a basket full of one pound in ten minutes. A basket of several kilograms is a lot of money, and any casual one is money.
At that time, our family was relatively rich in the village, and we didn’t have to worry about selling oranges grown on the mountain every year. There are always people driving a truck to collect it. Before I was old, I liked to play with my friends on Orange Mountain. When I was tired of playing, I climbed up an orange tree and sat on the tree to eat oranges by myself.
At that time, grandparents were willing to help others. They either went to the town to save the money they earned, or saw which one needed help to give some to the other party to buy rice in the town. It was also at that time that grandpa found workers from the town to build a building in Dahuang Village.
This building is now a two-and-a-half-story house. I heard from my mother that I originally planned to build a five-story building at the earliest.
I seemed to be impressed that the foundation was very deep at that time. When the original house was demolished, we lived in the cowshed next door of the neighbor’s house. The cowshed separated a place for us. I also asked why it was so deep.
It was such a big pit, with steel bars inserted vertically inside.