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Liu Qingshan smiled: "Uncle Ganzi is in a hurry, let's not make trouble, a moment of Spring Festival is worth a thousand gold."

Er Biaozi also had a smirk on his face: "Then I won't go, after all, I'm a generation older than us, so I can't let go."

It is estimated that most of the people in the village also have this in mind, so they only went to a few people symbolically at night, and they dispersed early after the excitement.

But this does not mean that nothing will happen, because in this bridal chamber, there are not only newlyweds, but also a baby.

In the countryside, some adults have too much time to spare, and they like to tease the children and get the words out of their mouths.

Children tell the truth, and sometimes they can ask some funny things.

For example, ask: "Er Mangzi, did your father and your mother fight last night?"

The child is ignorant: "I hit it."

Adults will continue to ask: "Then who won?"

Those careless children would reply: "My father won, and my mother was riding down."

Things like this can make adults happy for a long time.

So the next morning, when the girl who changed her name to Zhang Xiaoman went to school with the fourth child, she was questioned by some old and unscrupulous guys.

Dashuai Zhang asked first: "Xiaoman, have you moved to a new place, are you still used to sleeping?"

This sounds like an experienced old fritter, don't rush to ask the question.

Xiaoman is a sincere child. He was a little tired from playing yesterday and slept soundly, so he nodded.

Dashuai Zhang just started to say, "Why did I hear movement in your house last night?"

Xiao Man blinked her eyes and thought for a while: "I slept in the North Kang, when I was about to fall asleep, I seemed to hear that my father and mother in the South Kang had lost something and were looking for something there."

There is a play!

Zhang Dashuai and others couldn't help but their eyes lit up: "How did you find it?"

Xiaoman thought about it again: "My father first said he couldn't find it, my mother said my father was stupid, my father asked my mother to help find it, and I became sleepy and fell asleep, and I don't know if I found it."

Hang Chi Hang Chi, those guys held back their laughter and waved their hands to tell the children to go to school.

After the children left, these guys laughed together.

Dashuai Zhang was so happy that he slapped his thighs: "This guy is bragging. He wanted to kill seven in and seven out, but the result was good. He didn't even find the enemy camp, so he got lost!"

It just so happened that Zhang Ganzi was wearing work clothes and went to work in the pig farm full of energy. He was caught by Zhang Dashuai and asked solemnly: "Ganzi, I heard that you lost your way last night?"

Zhang Ganzi was still baffled: "Why do you get lost? In a place as big as our village, I won't get lost with my eyes closed."

After finishing speaking, he went straight to the pig farm. After being nourished by love, Zhang Ganzi became more motivated.

Behind him, came the laughter of Dashuai Zhang and the others.

The story of getting lost quickly spread in Jiapigou...

Chapter 161 The Meadow

After finishing Zhang Ganzi's marriage, it can be regarded as solving a long-standing problem.

The villagers started to work again, and formed several labor groups, each doing its own job.

Building new greenhouses and reclaiming rice fields are naturally the two most important events.

Therefore, Liu Qingshan's trip to Spring City will have to be delayed for a few days.

After all, farming time waits for no one.

In the construction of the greenhouse, everyone already has experience, and the big head presides over it, and the preliminary work of leveling the land is steadily carried out.

As for the frame and the like, we are still waiting for news from Professor Wang. Liu Qingshan thinks that it is best to do it in one step, and it is better to use a steel frame.

He doesn't need to worry about the greenhouse, so these days, he mainly follows Captain Zhang and the others, busy with the reconstruction of the paddy field.

It was already late March, and the temperature had picked up significantly. During the day, it was already more than ten degrees above zero.

The grass and trees are also sprouting quietly. Looking from a distance, the willow bushes can no longer bear the loneliness, and they take the lead in wearing light yellow long skirts.

On the meadow, there are also some new greens. The vibrant spring finally came to the land of the Northland with light steps.

"Qingshan, the meadows here are useless. They might as well turn them into rice fields, so as not to occupy the original cultivated land."

Captain Zhang pointed to the endless meadow in front of him and said.

The owner of the car next to him also nodded again and again: "I think it's okay. The rice fields are low in the first place, and dry fields can't be planted at all, but it is suitable to change them into paddy fields."

"Well, no one cares about this meadow, open it as you please."

Everyone also supported it one after another. They thought, since there is ready-made wasteland, why bother to occupy the original cultivated land? Wouldn’t it be good to get more food?

Traditional farmers have the strongest concept of land.

As long as there is wasteland, they can't wait to reclaim it all into good fields. They are really afraid of hunger and poverty.

Wetlands must be protected, but now, Liu Qingshan can't find a basis to convince these folks.

Because after the higher authorities realized the problem, it was almost destroyed, and it was too late to think about protecting it.

Liu Qingshan remained silent, just staring at Caodianzi in a daze.

In the sky, from time to time, there are water birds returning early, passing by in groups, adding a bit of vitality to this swamp.

"Quack quack!"

This is the cheerful cry of wild ducks.

"Ouch!"

This is the excited call of various little sand gulls.

"Quack quack!"

In the southern sky, wild geese lined up in a herringbone shape also gradually lowered their flight altitude and landed in the reed marshes.

A smile gradually surfaced on Liu Qingshan's face: "Listen, how happy they are, yes, they are going home, who is not happy?"

The people around are a little puzzled: Isn't it like this every year when spring begins?

But they don't know that the scene of these migratory birds returning to the north will never be seen again after decades.

In the astonished eyes of everyone, Liu Qingshan suddenly opened his arms, as if to embrace the endless wilderness ahead.

A deep and desolate singing voice sounded from his mouth:

"The swan geese fly to the south, flying over the reeds, the sky is blue, where are the geese going, and the hometown in the north is in my heart..."

The so-called hometown is the place where they breed. Migratory birds breed in the north, so this is their hometown.

It was the first time for the villagers to hear this song, and they were fascinated for a while.

Only Er Biaozi was thinking: hometown, if the hometown is reclaimed into rice fields, why is it home?

Suddenly, he understood what Liu Qingshan was thinking.

After the song was over, before Liu Qingshan could speak, Er Biaozi turned around, pointed to the reclaimed land west of the village and said:

"These are two low-lying lands, and the yield is not high. Let's transform these into paddy fields."

After thinking about it, he added: "It is also convenient to fetch water. Water can be diverted from the Dianzi, and it is not far from the Xiaosong River."

"But……"

Captain Zhang wanted to say something else.

But Liu Qingshan said: "Let's keep this meadow for future generations, so that they can hear the wild ducks calling; they can see the herringbone-shaped wild geese in the sky, instead of just reading it from the book. Is it not good to read such a text?"

After hearing this, everyone was silent, and no one mentioned the matter of reclaiming the meadow.

Everyone went around and started to turn towards the village. From a distance, they saw a group of kids digging wild vegetables in the fields with small baskets.

"elder brother!"

Accompanied by two cordial calls, the fourth and fifth ran over panting.

"Brother, look at the mother-in-law Ding I dug."

"Brother, this is the shepherd's purse I dug up."

The two little girls rushed to report.

Liu Qingshan caressed their little heads: "Caifeng and Shanxing are really capable, go home at noon, ask mother to fry some egg sauce, and taste the fruits of your labor."

The two little girls nodded together, then ran back to gather with their friends.

"Hey, I have to eat some mother-in-law, I'm angry in spring, my gums are swollen."

Captain Zhang also smacked his lips. During this period of time, he was busy with a lot of things.

Liu Qingshan also heyed twice: "It's like this meadow, if it's all turned into fields, where can we dig wild vegetables and graze cattle?"

Everyone looked in the direction of his finger, a large group of eye-catching black and white cows were slowly moving towards this side.

"Yes, it's Lier, or Qingshan has insight."

Captain Zhang gave a compliment, and his mentality calmed down. He was a little confused just now, but now he seems to understand a little bit.

A group of people continued to walk, passing a willow bush in front, and saw a group of boys, poking their heads here, and when they saw someone approaching, they immediately gestured for them to detour.

"The wild boys must be hunting birds in the bushes again!"

The owner of the car grumbled, and was about to go around.

Unexpectedly, Liu Qingshan and Er Biaozi went straight over.

"Haha, after all, he is half a child, and he has a lot of fun."

The owner of the car couldn't help shaking his head and smiling, hunting birds, let alone children, if the adults in the village were free, they would come out for a walk with a bunch of clips around their waists.

It is rare to return home empty-handed. It is a great temptation to beat a few mountain birds and go home for tooth-beating sacrifices in this age when meat is rarely eaten.

It's like chickens in a willow clump, very stupid, watching the traps around them trap their own kind, they don't know how to avoid them, and they foolishly peck at the bugs that are used as bait, and then they are caught in a row by row. The clip snapped.

If it's a big clip, and you can hit oil cans and the like, it will be so beautiful that your nose will bubble.

The name of the oil jar is not for nothing, it smells so good that you want to bite your tongue off.

"Brother Qingshan, you and Brother Biaozi will lead us to hunt birds."

When Liu Qingshan and the others approached, the kids even invited them out.

These are all thirteen or fourteen years old, and they go to elementary school or junior high school in the commune.

Those who are too young like Er Mangzi can only follow along, and they will be very happy if they can get a bird's leg or something.

Liu Qingshan looked at these teenagers, all of them had bird clips tied around their waists.

Boys in the countryside these days, who don't have a few clamps, mostly make them with wire.

As for the bait, it is generally white straw insects.

It is this month, when the adults prepare the land, they have to dig back the stubble left over from the corn and sorghum harvested in the field.

The little ones picked up small white bugs out of it, and put them into plastic vials.

When the clip is lowered, a small worm is tied to the lower part of the clip. The small worm is still alive and wriggles back and forth, attracting birds to peck at it.

Then it will touch the news, the clip snaps, and quickly closes, clamping the bird.

The clips are set beforehand, and then a large group of children start walking the birds.

This is a real bird walk, which is to drive flocks of migratory birds to the place where the trap is buried.

After half an hour, you can go to count the harvest. If you are lucky, you can kill more than ten a day, and it will definitely be no problem to satisfy your hunger.

When Liu Qingshan was young, and even in the past few years in junior high school, he often played mercenaries with his friends.

Especially before and after Xiaoman in the lunar calendar, the harvest is the biggest. According to the local farming proverb: Xiaoman is full of birds.

But now, Liu Qingshan said that he would never do this kind of thing again, and he wanted to persuade these little kids in the village not to do it again.

So he said cheerfully: "Huzi, dog leftover, did you beat him enough?"

A boy with a thick head and a thick head replied: "Brother Qingshan, we have just arrived, and we haven't been caught yet."

"I saw a large group of skewered chickens just now. I'm sure there will be something to gain today. When the time comes, I'll give you two, Brother Qingshan, and ask your Caifeng and Shanxing to taste."

These teenagers are very close to Liu Qingshan.