Hello 1983

"It's okay, Er Niang will do it for you again."

Lin Zhi stroked her little head, oh, her hair was burnt.

The fourth child seemed rather excited, pointing to the ground, and babbling in his small mouth: "Sister, the hay is all burnt out, and the wild vegetables on the ground are all exposed, just in time for us to dig wild vegetables!"

Among the black ashes, there are still smears of green standing upright.

Wild fire, in spring.

These simple villagers in Jiapigou are similar to these weeds and weeds. They also have tenacious vitality. Year after year, generation after generation, they take root and sprout on this land, multiply and grow endlessly.

"Fourth and fifth, where's your brother?"

Liu Jinfeng searched for a long time, but did not see his younger brother Sanfeng, not only a little anxious.

She knew that her younger brother was the first to fight the fire, and of course he was the most dangerous.

"Sister, I have been standing in front of you for a long time!"

A hoarse voice came, Liu Jinfeng stared wide-eyed, looking at the person in front of him who seemed to have just got out of the stove, couldn't control it anymore, tears fell down, and hugged Liu Qingshan:

"Sanfeng, you didn't burn out, did you?"

"It hurts, sister, it hurts!"

Liu Qingshan bared his teeth, showing his snow-white teeth. This is probably the only place left on his body, which is still white.

Just now he was rolling all over the floor, his body was covered with blisters and bruises from bumps.

I didn't feel much when I was fighting the fire, but now that I relax, I feel sore all over, like falling apart.

"Oh, we haven't visited Dad's grave yet!"

Only then did the little fourth think of a key question.

Looking at the cemetery that had been destroyed by the fire, and thinking about the scene where everyone was waving branches and brooms just now, Liu Qingshan could not help but smile:

"It's already been scanned..."

At this time, a burst of crying came: "Ganzi, Ganzi, wake up, what are you doing?"

Everyone hurried over following the sound, only to see Wang Cuihua hugging the pole and patting his cheek lightly.

Zhang Ganzi looked even more embarrassed than Liu Qingshan. When fighting the fire just now, he worked the hardest and desperately.

Originally, there were some villagers who wanted to complain to him. After all, the fire started because of him.

But seeing him like this, the anger in his heart disappeared long ago, and he hurriedly lifted Zhang Ganzi into the car and dragged him back to the village for treatment.

There were a few others with some burns on their bodies, and they all went back to the village together, including Liu Qingshan of course.

Dozens of young and middle-aged people were left to guard here, and the rest of the old and young returned to the village.

The dumb grandpa went back to the wooden house in the mountains and brought back a large jar of ointment, which he had prepared long ago to treat burns and scalds.

After Liu Qingshan washed his body, his fourth and fifth elders helped him to apply ointment on the injured parts of his back and arms.

The ointment was dark, not to mention the appearance, and the smell was quite unpleasant and stinky, which made the fourth and fifth wrinkle their little noses.

But after touching the wound, the original hot feeling was immediately replaced by a burst of coolness, and I felt much more comfortable.

Liu Qingshan knew that this ointment was surprisingly effective in treating burns and scalds.

Many people in the village have used it before, and generally mild burns do not even leave scars.

I don't know if it will be troublesome to prepare, maybe it will be developed in the future, and a famous brand product can be produced.

Liu Qingshan pondered in his heart, and then applied ointment on the little hands of the fourth and fifth children.

The eldest sister, Liu Jinfeng, prepared clippers and scissors, and cut their hair one by one.

His hair was burnt, so Liu Qingshan simply shaved off a small crew cut, leaving only a layer of short stubble sticking to his scalp.

He was still holding the clipper, and it was clicking and clicking in his hand: "Fourth brother, have you seen my brother's hairstyle, and I will give you one too."

The fourth child was so scared that he ran out with his head in his arms. If she had a haircut like a bald boy, it would be so ugly.

"Oh, Sanfeng, don't scare them."

Liu Jinfeng took a wooden comb and scissors, trimmed the burnt hair of the fourth and fifth children, and was busy, when there was the sound of a small fire in the cradle, she hurriedly went to nurse again.

"Hee hee, it's just a small fire in our house and you didn't go to put out the fire."

The fourth child stretched out his fingers, gently pinched Xiaohuo's delicate face, and muttered to himself: "Yes, you are called Xiaohuo, so of course you can't put out the fire."

Liu Qingshan couldn't help but smile, packed up, and went out to Zhang Ganzi's house to check. Uncle Ganzi was the one with the most serious burns this time.

When I arrived at Zhang Ganzi's house, I saw Zhang Ganzi wearing a big underpants, lying on the kang, Wang Cuihua was applying ointment on his body, and the dumb grandpa was pointing at the side.

Zhang Ganzi also recovered now, grinning and humming: "It hurts, it hurts, Cuihua, wipe it lightly."

Wang Cuihua was not annoyed, but looked at her husband lovingly, thinking about his brave performance in fighting the fire, she felt sweet and at ease in her heart:

My man is worth relying on!

"Uncle Pole, how are you doing?"

Liu Qingshan asked with concern.

"It's nothing, just a few scars at most, man, a little scar on your body is nothing."

Zhang Ganzi was serious for only three seconds, and soon said with a playful smile:

"Hey, as long as the bird is not burnt, it can still be used... Oh, Cuihua, please be gentle!"

Chapter 178 Meeting

It wasn't until the afternoon that the villagers withdrew after making sure that there would be no resurgence of the fire.

Although there is basically no loss this time, it also reminds everyone: the string of fire prevention must not be relaxed at all times.

After the Ching Ming Festival, Liu Qingshan continued to go up the mountain to plant and cut trees, and Liu Qingshan followed him every day. In addition to planting trees, there were also some useful shrubs, and he also instructed the villagers to plant some.

Just like those newly planted small trees, you can transplant some branches with thorny old buds, or thorns, and some wild fruits and medicinal materials on the mountain. These will be rich resources in the future.

While everyone was busy, two large trucks drove into the village. It was Professor Wang who led five students and equipped with equipment, and officially entered Jiapigou.

"Hey, Lao Wang, this time I'm planning to stay in Shajiabang."

The old branch secretary greeted Professor Wang cheerfully, and Liu Qingshan also greeted several young students affectionately.

The villagers helped to move the equipment into the empty house of the production team, which will be used as a place to cultivate black fungus in the future.

As for the residence, Professor Wang lived in the home of his old buddy Liu Shikui, and the rest of the students were placed in Shanxing's original home.

This room has been empty all the time, and there are north and south kangs, let alone five people, ten people can live there.

Among the five students, two are from the city and three are from the countryside.

The students from the countryside, after coming to Jiapigou, are quite comfortable.

Among them, there was a black man named Wei Tiezhu, who said cheerfully: "It's similar to my house, but it seems to be poorer."

After hearing this, Liu Qingshan smiled and said nothing: Brother, what you see is only the appearance.

The two students in the city were surprised by everything. One of them, a tall and big male student named Zhang Haiyang, put the salute he brought on the kang and asked Liu Qingshan:

"Brother, where do we sleep at night? Didn't you see there is a bed?"

He was admitted here from the Linhai area in the south, and he has never seen a kang.

Liu Qingshan patted the kang mat: "Just sleep here."

Zhang Haiyang also stretched out his hand to touch it, and said in surprise: "It's still warm, it must be comfortable to sleep, but it's a bit too hard, it must be painful."

After they entered the village, an aunt had been arranged to help them burn the kang.

"Let's go, let's eat first."

After they finished washing, Liu Qingshan led them to grandpa's house and held a banquet there tonight, which was regarded as a welcome for them.

They were all young people, and they got acquainted quickly. They walked out of the yard giggling, and saw Zhang Laolan and a few others, driving a large herd of black and white cows back in the twilight.

Zhang Haiyang's eyes lit up immediately, and he sang directly:

"Walking on the small road in the country, the old cow at Mugui is my companion..."

Since the Spring Festival Gala, this ballad has spread rapidly, and at this moment, it really fits the occasion.

Wei Tiezhu, on the other hand, obviously had a different focus from Zhang Haiyang. He looked at the large herd of cows in surprise:

"Brother Qingshan, how much does it cost to raise so many cows in your village?"

He suddenly realized that this remote mountain village was not as poor as he had imagined.

Liu Qingshan smiled: "It's all bought with a loan, it's a loan."

Er Biaozi, who was traveling with me, also smiled and said, "From now on, there will be enough milk in the tube every morning."

OK!

These days, milk can be regarded as a good thing, and it is not something you can drink if you want to drink it. When these few people heard it, they all smiled.

Talking and laughing all the way, when they arrived at Grandpa Liu Qingshan's house, two dining tables had already been set up, and the young man stood aside on the ground at these tables.

The old branch secretary, Grandpa Kidnap, Captain Zhang and others accompanied Professor Wang on the kang table, and the dumb grandfather also came, bringing a few catties of pickled wild pork.

Ask Er Biaozi and Datou to chat with the guests first, Datou delves into greenhouse planting, Er Biaozi is good at planting rice, and has a common topic with college students from the Agricultural College, and the chat is very lively.

Liu Qingshan went to the outhouse to help the handsome uncle with his work.

Although his cooking skills are not as good as Zhang Dashuai, but he knows more tricks, which surprised Zhang Dashuai.

Ordinary wild vegetables like shepherd's purse, if they were in Zhang Dashuai's hands, they would either be blanched and dipped in sauce, or eaten cold.

When Liu Qingshan was processing it, he blanched the shepherd's purse and chopped it into pieces, poured egg liquid into it, put a little salt in it, stirred it well, and fried it into a large pancake.

After it comes out of the pot, cut it into four pieces in the shape of rice, and put it on the plate. Both the shape and the taste are very good.

In this blue and yellow month, the prepared dishes are also very rich:

Stir-fried bracken, fried wild pork with mushrooms and fungus, stewed chicken and mushrooms, and a pot of fresh small fish sauce, dipped in wild vegetables such as mother-in-law, it is very good for rice.

"Come on, try our black fungus. It is picked from the mountains and is pure wild. When the time comes, we will cultivate it in the greenhouse and strive to achieve this quality."

Liu Qingshan pointed to the plate of black fungus and introduced it to the college students.

"That must be no problem!"

Zhang Haiyang patted his chest and said, and then took a sip. He felt that the flesh of the fungus was thick and smooth, and the taste was smooth and strong, with the breath of the mountains. It was really delicious.

After eating, he felt a little uncertain: "We want to cultivate such delicious fungus, why do I suddenly lose confidence."

Everyone laughed and had a very happy meal.

……

On the second day, Professor Wang led the students to set up a laboratory and cultivate strains.

For Jiapigou, I also found a few young people who are usually more clever, and studied with them.

After all, Professor Wang and the others can't stay here forever. As for Jiapigou, they have to master this technology by themselves.

While Liu Qingshan was busy working on fungus in the greenhouse, he suddenly received a call from Zheng Hongqi, which was conveyed by the old party secretary: He was asked to go to the county seat tomorrow to participate in negotiations with Japanese businessmen, which seemed to be about the acquisition of wild vegetables.

After the notification, the old branch secretary said cheerfully: "Qingshan, the county seems to value you very much, behave well, and win more benefits for the villagers!"

The folks here, of course including the fathers and folks in Jiapigou, are also beneficiaries.

Captain Zhang also patted Liu Qingshan on the shoulder cheerfully: "Sanfeng, you're really embarrassing for Jiapigou!"

There is nothing wrong with this statement. Negotiating with foreign businessmen, can anyone go there?

Liu Qingshan had a peaceful face, he knew that since that Fujita Masaichi had taken the bait, he would definitely not let it go easily.

This is equivalent to firmly holding the initiative in your hands. As long as the leaders participating in the negotiations do not mess up, they will definitely be able to obtain a satisfactory price.

After simply tidying up and changing into the suit he wore for the Canton Fair last year, Liu Qingshan drove to the county the next morning and reported directly to the guest house.

When we arrived at the guest house, it happened to be noon, and Liu Qingshan was registering, when he heard a crisp voice behind him: "Repay the money!"

Looking back, I saw Zheng Xiaoxiao looking at him with a smile on his face.

Liu Qingshan touched his pocket, and then he was embarrassed again. The car was filled with gas earlier, and the money was not enough.

Zheng Xiaoxiao puffed his cheeks: "You go to school, and I will help you pay the tuition every semester. I will soon become your parent."