Hello 1983

Those eyes really make you feel like you will be pregnant at the first glance, and you will have nightmares.

Liu Qingshan could only spread his hands, signaling that I'm gone.

Then he glanced at the wooden house, and at some point, the dumb grandpa was already standing at the door, also looking at the Siberian tiger vigilantly.

"Idiot, I ate something, shouldn't you go?"

Liu Qingshan muttered softly, Master said that Siberian tigers are very vengeful, so it's best not to make enemies with them, otherwise, they will really remember you forever.

He didn't want to be missed by such a tiger, there were bloody examples of this.

Liu Qingshan later read an article: it introduced a hunter from Lao Maozi's side, probably named Markov, who once wounded a Siberian tiger in winter and robbed its prey.

Later, the Siberian tiger found his house, destroyed it, and then waited for Markov to come back and killed him.

This incident proves a truth: don't mess with tigers.

The Siberian tiger in front of him obviously couldn't understand what Liu Qingshan was saying, and Liu Qingshan was a little bit dumbfounded by its next actions.

This guy actually slumped a bit, lying on the ground with all fours in the air, with two front paws, and kept scratching, just like a kitten playing with its companions.

As for what it wants to express, wouldn't it be: Come on, play with me for a while?

But the tiger's paw, which was as thick as the mouth of a bowl, would probably be fractured if pulled, Liu Qingshan didn't have the guts to play with it.

It seems like what the dumb grandpa said, this is a Cerebellar Axe that has just left the tigress and lived independently. This movement should be its favorite way of playing around with the tigress.

Alternatively, it may have a brother or sister who often plays with it.

Don't look at this idiot, who behaves like a big cat, but Liu Qingshan dare not relax his vigilance at all: after all, this is a beast that can hurt people.

In the later generations with advanced information, he once read an article introducing tigers.

That was after the hit movie "Youth Pi", and it was related to the Tianzhu tiger. It is said that there was a Champava tiger, which killed more than 400 people in total, and entered the Guinness Book of World Records for it.

This number is really terrifying.

There was a muffled snap.

It was the dumb grandfather, stretching out his generous palm, and clapping with the tiger's claws.

Even with the strength of the dumb grandfather, his body was shaken, which shows how powerful this Siberian tiger is.

Anyway, if Liu Qingshan went up instead, he would definitely be photographed flying away in no time.

This idiot was obviously a bit addicted to playing, paw paw, two front paws, dancing vigorously, hitting the dumb grandpa's palm from time to time, making a muffled popping sound.

Liu Qingshan understands a little bit why Master can become the king of this mountain forest.

He also thought about it, but the outstretched slap retracted resentfully: strength does not allow it!

After playing with the dumb grandpa for a long time, the idiot got up from the ground, shook the tiger fur on his body, and then disappeared into the forest hopping around. He was really an energetic guy.

After it left, Liu Qingshan let out a sigh of relief: "Master, this guy ate our dinner."

There was no other way, the two of them could only eat porridge to satisfy their hunger. When Liu Qingshan was sleeping, he still felt his stomach was empty, thinking angrily:

You hateful cerebellum axe, one day, I will also snatch food from your tiger's mouth, and after thinking about it, I fell asleep in a daze...

The next day, the father and father continued to move forward. This place is already a real virgin forest, absolutely inaccessible.

Walking through it, there is a thick layer of fallen leaves under your feet, which is very soft when you step on it, and it becomes more and more difficult to move forward.

Gradually walking into a valley, the terrain here is low-lying, shrouded in morning mist, Liu Qingshan has an illusion, as if he has entered a fairyland.

Even in my head, I felt dizzy, like flying through the clouds.

Suddenly, there was a bitter taste in his mouth, which made him wake up instantly, and he saw a black pill in his hand, and was putting it into his mouth.

And in his mouth, a grain was obviously stuffed just now, and there was a hint of pungentness among the bitterness.

Liu Qingshan couldn't help being afraid for a while, in the state he was in just now, if he couldn't wake up in time, he might never wake up again.

Walking in the virgin forest, danger is really everywhere.

"Yeah!"

After entering the valley, the dumb grandpa pointed to a forest in front of him and cried out excitedly.

When he came to the front, Liu Qingshan was also shocked: the ground was in a mess, full of faded antlers.

This should be the place where the sika deer shed their horns. Some of the old antlers have gradually decayed. I don't know how many years they have gone through.

This kind of dried branch is also very useful when taken back. It can be boiled with deer antler glue, which is still very tonic, nourishing yin and strengthening yang, and it is unisex.

Now that you've caught up, don't be too polite, Liu Qingshan specially selected the antlers that had just faded from above, and picked up a lot.

After he tied these dry branches with the rope in the back basket, he realized that they were too heavy to carry.

It seems that we will only have the opportunity to come a few more times in the future.

In the end, Liu Qingshan carried ten sets of antlers on his back, this was already the limit, after all he had to walk through the forest.

The dumb grandpa has no back. In the woods, he must not be greedy. Someone must always maintain his fighting power.

After walking in the valley for a while, the dumb grandpa stopped and pointed forward.

Liu Qingshan removed the antlers from his shoulders. He stood on the spot and looked at the forest in front of him happily. Among the weeds, there were clusters of bright red colors, which were particularly eye-catching.

This season is the time when ginseng sets seeds. After the ginseng seeds are mature, they are red in color and are the easiest to find.

The former ginseng collectors in the mountains called this "catch the red hammer city", and it was the easiest way to collect ginseng.

Looking around, Liu Qingshan saw at least a dozen clusters with "red hammers" on them.

According to the customs of the elders, if the ginseng that grows in flakes is headed by fifth-rank leaves, it is called "pian"; if it is headed by sixth-rank leaves, it is called "heap".

The one in front of you can be described as a pile.

This is the natural reproduction of ginseng fruits after they fall to the ground. It does not take hundreds of years to form a "pile" at all.

In the past, the mountain pickers were very particular about the rules. When they encountered mature ginseng seeds, they would bury them in the nearby ground to help them reproduce.

When picking ginseng, we will also "raise the big and let go of the small" to keep for future generations.

But as wild ginseng becomes rarer and more expensive, how many people can abide by the rules?

Liu Qingshan walked forward cautiously, afraid of picking ginseng seedlings under his feet, he stopped in front of a red hammer.

A few ginseng seeds have just turned slightly red, and most of them are still green in color. They are kidney-shaped, similar to mung beans.

The dumb grandfather also came over, gesticulating with Liu Qingshan: This ginseng seed is also condensed essence, which is very nourishing.

The former mountain pickers usually took a few grains back and kept them at home for later use.

If a woman gives birth to a baby, when she is finally exhausted, using ginseng seeds can also stimulate the body's final potential and give birth smoothly.

Liu Qingshan really wanted to pick a few grains back, and they would come in handy in the future when the eldest sister gave birth, but it's a pity that they haven't matured yet.

The two of them continued to move forward, in the middle, Liu Qingshan finally saw the sixth-grade leaf of his grandfather's generation, it should be the ancestor of this pile of wild ginseng.

Looking at the leaves, it really is of the sixth grade, and the branches are also very strong. The cluster of ginseng seeds on it is also densely packed, there are dozens of seeds, which are really descendants.

If it was Liu Qingshan in the past, he would have been unable to hold back for a long time, shouted "stick", and then carried out this [-]-year-old ginseng plant.

But now his state of mind has become less greedy, and more joyful: it is better for you to grow up here as an old man, take care of your life, and reproduce more children and grandchildren.

Seeing the disciple's eyes, the dumb master nodded in relief, then gently stretched out the rope stick in his hand, and pulled it a few times in the grass.

There was a rustling sound in the grass, and Liu Qingshan's eyes widened again, only to see a big snake more than two meters long, with a triangular head and a core, hissing and swimming in the distance.

There are also poisonous snakes on the mountain here, but they are generally relatively small and not very poisonous, such as soil balls, pheasant necks, etc., even if they bite them, they will not be fatal.

There are even two-meter-long giant golden snakes that hibernate in individual houses in winter. When they are not hibernating, they help the family catch mice and live in harmony with humans.

But this big snake is a species that has never been seen before. The triangular head is obviously not easy to mess with.

Liu Qingshan couldn't help feeling a little scared: If he had been greedy and recklessly went up to collect ginseng, he might have been bitten severely.

Today, he learned from his master the most important rule of walking in the mountains: don't be greedy.

Chapter 218 Making Zongzi

It was already the second night after returning from the old forest, Liu Qingshan simply lived in Mukeleng for another night, and then went home happily carrying the antlers on his back.

As for the old ginseng, well, let them grow quietly in the forest, and maybe dig up one or two when needed.

Time flies, it is already the fourth day of the fifth lunar month, and tomorrow is the Dragon Boat Festival.

As soon as he got home, Liu Qingshan heard a buzzing sound coming from outside, and then a familiar melody sounded: "Dongfanghong, the sun is rising..."

Whose tape recorder has such a loud volume?

Liu Qingshan was still puzzled, but his mother Lin Zhi smiled and said, "It was yesterday that someone from the commune came to install a loudspeaker for the brigade."

Well, it's not bad, it doesn't need to be like before, the communication basically depends on shouting.

Just as I was thinking about it, I heard the voice of the old branch secretary coming from the loudspeaker: "Way, waa, wai, can you hear me?"

Who do you ask?

Needless to say, there are really hard-working people, and soon another familiar voice came from the loudspeaker: "Secretary, I can hear it, I really heard it!"

This voice is a big deal, this guy has a bit of a male duck voice.

"It's good if you can hear me, Zhang Luo, this time your meaty voice should also be retired."

The old branch secretary was joking, and the two chatted over the loudspeaker.

Da Zhangluo asked again: "What's the matter with the announcement? Is there any inside information, let me listen to it first. Whose husband is picking up ashes, or whose wife is looking for a wild man? It must be Captain Zhang, who is hooking up with other women. "

"You won't go out and listen, I'll start broadcasting right away."

"I can hear it here, but if I go out again, it's just taking off my pants and farting."

After finishing speaking, Da Zhangluo only realized later: "Isn't the entire episode broadcast just now, did everyone hear it?"

"What do you say?"

"Holy shit, I have to run quickly, and speak ill of Captain Zhang behind his back, this guy has to beat me with a kitchen knife!"

Haha, there was a burst of laughter from all the courtyards.

Then, the voice of the old branch secretary sounded again: "Wow, everyone pay attention, the announcement will be broadcast below, the May Festival will be celebrated tomorrow, our cooperative is going to kill a pig, and everyone will come to pick up the pork..."

While talking, Captain Zhang's voice came from the loudspeaker again: "Where is Zhang Luo, where are you going, don't kill the pig, I will kill him first today!"

"Don't make trouble, the announcement hasn't finished broadcasting yet." The old branch secretary dismissed Captain Zhang and continued:

"In addition, the cooperative also bought glutinous rice and jujubes from the county, and everyone made some rice dumplings. You can come and pick them up now."

"I, I am number one!" came the voice of Zhang Luo.

"You kid is hiding under the table, right? I'll beat you into rice dumplings first!" This was Captain Zhang's voice.

The corners of Liu Qingshan's mouth could not help but curl up: This big speaker is really lively, it seems that it is not for nothing.

Glutinous rice and red dates were also suggested by Liu Qingshan a few days ago, and asked Zhang Liandi to drop by to buy them. For the Dragon Boat Festival, rice dumplings should be eaten anyway.

In Liu Qingshan's memory, it seems that he hasn't eaten zongzi for several years.

Unlike in the city, the rural areas can still be supplied by ticket. Although you have to queue up to buy it, you can taste it. If you are a farmer, you have nowhere to buy it.

There is no place to buy it, so I can pack it myself, so I bought all the raw materials back.

Just because he had nothing to do, Liu Qingshan found a small basin, took an empty noodle bag, and strolled towards the team headquarters.

The road was dripping, and the villagers gathered towards the team headquarters with their belongings.

Dangdang, a gong sounded.

It's Zhang Zhu, holding an enamel basin, knocking vigorously, and singing a jingle:

"Dragon Boat Festival, the sun is shining, and mugwort is planted on the door of every house. Hanging colored threads and wearing sachets, the children are so happy that they jump up."

Followed by a large group of children carrying schoolbags to school, also shouting:

"Bump straight up, jump straight up!"

During the holidays, the happiest people are of course the children.

"What do zongzi taste like?"

Er Mangzi asked while wiping the halazi dripping from the corner of his mouth with the back of his hand.

In fact, more than half of the children in the village have never eaten zongzi.