Although we were prepared to not be able to sleep peacefully that night, we never expected that the conditions would be so bad that night. More than a dozen people only have two rooms and three beds to live in, and the village committee meeting room sandwiched between the two rooms is still working all night to "say goodbye to the old and welcome the new". I had never been interested in this kind of excitement, so I had to go to the ** conference room next door with a sleeping bag prepared in advance. It should be said that although the day we entered the village was May, the night temperature at the temporary post was still as low as about minus 10 degrees. Sleeping bags, military coats, multi-layer warmth, duvets, and thick cotton boots are the experiences summarized by the predecessors. Even so, I, who had never lived in a sleeping bag, tossed and turned at the cold conference table, a splitting headache from lack of oxygen mixed with the coughing of my colleagues who were also temporarily living next to me. It was a long night.
Fortunately, such days did not last long, and a day later, the "old people" who had completed the handover left, and the lively village office suddenly became empty. The two of us were also able to move back to the place where we were going to spend the next six months.
Tidying up the house has become extremely simple in this place, piling up the bedding where the "old people" lived in the compound, and in less than a morning, the things are picked up by the villagers passing by, leaving no trace. We also started to lay out our futons slowly. The reason why it is slow is because in this place the movement is a little more intense, the heart beats like a drum, and the temples also beat suddenly.
The first week is the adaptation period, not only to the body, but also to the life in the village. Luckily, the village already uses solar energy, rather than just a solar pot to boil water. Eight hours of daylight during the day allow a huge charging unit to fill up for about 6 hours of boiling water or even watching TV. Yes, there is even a big back TV in the house, which I heard was donated by an entrepreneur in the city. Borrowing light from the township next to it**, we can also rub the wifi. Cooking is gas, and you need to go to the county seat every month to refill the gas. Or ask the only commissary owner in the village, and the only commissary owner in the township, a Henan man, to go to him to buy gas with double **. More on this boss later.
Cooking, heating and going to the toilet all had to be relearned for us. Pressure cooker cooking is the only effective solution for the plateau, and how much water to use, whether it is steamed in a water or in a bowl are all knowledge that needs to be explored; Drinking water is even more difficult, because there are fixed posts, and a kind of professional water seller has been born in the village, who take water from the plateau lake farther away and at higher altitudes, and sell it to us "outsiders" who are afraid of water quality problems.
There are two options for heating, burning charcoal or burning cow and sheep dung, and there are professional sellers in the village who specialize in peddling (this matter is very interesting, temporary cadres have brought local occupational diversification, which can be regarded as a kind of hematopoietic poverty alleviation), but the risk of carbon monoxide poisoning by burning charcoal has also been heard of in the past; Although burning cow and sheep dung is not life-threatening, there is a "financial" crisis, because these two kinds of dung are very unburned, and our office funds can hardly support this consumption, so we can only choose to use carbon for heating carefully.