When talking about ox horns, people who care about their health may think of ox horn combs, people who love to eat may think of croissants, and people who show off their knowledge may think of hanging books on ox horns. But in Qianfu Town, ox horns mean sharp, and sharp means high.
"We used to belong to Anxin Township. A few years ago, Qianfu District was changed to Qianfu Town, and Anxin Township was abolished. We merged with the neighboring Xinghuo Village to become the current Niujiao Village."
Standing on the side of the road at the top of a mountain, Huang Youquan, the village chief of Niujiao Village, introduced the past of Niujiao Village to everyone.
Perhaps because it was rare to see these outsiders, the autumn wind swirling in the mountains seemed particularly excited, pulling at the corners of everyone's clothes.
Huo Qianli looked around and saw that there was a ravine between the hilltop where he was standing and a big mountain opposite.
On the hillside, forests are stacked, with small patches of farmland or corners of grayish-white concrete buildings in between. At the bottom of the ravine, there are large fields that are cut into squares of varying sizes by ridges.
"Village Chief Huang, where is this?"
Cao Qingfeng turned his head and looked behind him. He seemed to see a town in the distance, so he asked curiously.
Although he had come to Niujiao Village once after taking office, he only attended a meeting in the village committee and left, and had never walked up this hillside.
"Letou is the boundary of Linshi." Huang Youquan pointed to a big river at the bottom of the other side of the mountain, "That river is our dividing line."
This river is the dividing line between two villages, as well as two towns, two counties, and even two cities.
Thinking of this, everyone became more interested, and at the same time, they had a more intuitive and concrete understanding of the remoteness of Qianfu Town and Niujiao Village.
"Our Niujiao Village actually consists of four mountains and three valleys, which are divided into six groups in total."
Huang Youquan pointed his hand in front of him and drew a circle, outlining the rough outline of Niujiao Village for the leaders.
Huo Qianli had seen the specific data of Niujiao Village in the documents before, but it was not so intuitive. Hearing this, he frowned and said, "What about the living conditions? Are they also scattered in these ravines?"
"That's right." Huang Youquan hummed, "But in recent years, the government has provided subsidies for building houses after disasters, so many people have gradually started to build houses along the main road. The busiest thing in our village is land adjustment, haha."
Everyone looked back at the way they had come. A cement road went around the top of a nearby mountain. A dozen cement buildings were built on both sides, forming what looked like a small settlement. The village committee of Niujiao Village was sandwiched between these buildings.
"What is this?"
Huo Qianli suddenly pointed to two small pits not far from him.
Xiao Yao took two steps forward and found two laughing holes the size of a quarter of a basketball court. They were painted with cement and looked like two simple swimming pools. He smiled and teased, "Village Chief Huang, is your swimming pool high-end?"
Huang Youquan smiled bitterly and said, "What kind of swimming pool is this? It's an old peace tank."
Seeing Xiao Yao and Cao Qingfeng's puzzled expressions, he took the initiative to introduce: "This was built during the construction of the People's Canal. At that time, everyone lived at the foot of the ditch, but there was land on the top of the mountain. It would be too troublesome to carry water from the foot of the mountain every time for watering, so we built this. Usually we can collect water from the sky, and when needed, we can fill it up together and use it."
Huang Youquan smiled and stamped the weed-covered ground under his feet. "Originally this was all soil. This soil was very good. The sweet potatoes grown here tasted very sweet! Many families were fighting for it. Who knew that no one would grow it now?"
Cao Qingfeng was stunned, "Where did you pick it from?"
Huang Youquan pointed to the ravine below and said, "It must be from somewhere with water!"
Cao Qingfeng looked over there and the corners of his mouth twitched.
"Let's go down and take a look."
Huo Qianli spoke after a moment of silence. Huang Youquan subconsciously wanted to agree, but then he froze and pointed to the cement road that ran along the top of the mountain. "Secretary Huo, the village committee is over there."
Huo Qianli smiled and said, "You can find out something by going to the village committee. Let's go to the village and take a look."
Having said that, Huo Qianli took the first step.
Huang Youquan and the heads of the other two villages looked at each other and suddenly felt that Secretary Huo seemed to be different from the previous leaders.
The road down the mountain was a little steep and rugged, so Huo Qianli and the others did not walk very fast.
Walking and stopping along the way, everyone looked at the land around them, and the smiles on their faces gradually faded.
Niujiao Village has also participated in the industries in the industrial park and carried out centralized land transfer.
However, firstly, it is not in the core area of the industrial park, and secondly, due to various factors such as scattered residence and the organizational ability of the village committee, the degree of circulation is not high, only about half.
The remaining half are of the type where I don’t want to farm the land anyway, so if I can find someone I have a good relationship with who is willing to farm the land, I’ll farm it. If no one farms the land, I’ll just leave it idle.
So, along the way, these lands were either planned as medicinal fields with Salvia miltiorrhiza waiting to be harvested, or were abandoned and overgrown with weeds. Only a few plots of land not far from farmers' houses were still planted with crops.
Huo Qianli asked, "Village Chief Huang, how many households in the village are still farming?"
Huang Youquan thought for a moment and said, "I haven't done a specific statistics, but there are no more than ten households in our group that are still farming. Many of them just choose good soil to grow one or two acres of food, and they don't do the hard work of farming like before."
Cao Qingfeng interrupted: "Is the source of income from working?"
"Well, the village gets about 2,000 yuan for transferring land every year. Most of the young people work outside, and some old men and women do odd jobs in the cooperative. But our cooperative is not as good as Hushan Village. There is not much work and the income is not high."
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