Hello 1983

"Qingshan, I was just looking for you. I went to the commune meeting yesterday. Secretary Sun said he wanted us to choose a model worker in Jiapigou, and hinted that he would give this model worker to you. I am helping you write the deeds."

This is also expected. Model workers are selected layer by layer. If you want to be a model worker in a county, you must first be a model worker in a commune.

Seeing the envious look on the face of the big head next to him, Liu Qingshan couldn't help touching his head: "If we fix our greenhouse, you will be a model worker next year."

The big head is silent, just laughing foolishly.

After talking about the model workers, the old branch secretary took off his reading glasses, rubbed his eyes and said:

"There is another worrying thing. Secretary Sun said that the spirit of the higher-ups is to allow some people and some regions to get rich first."

Liu Qingshan blinked, of course he knew this famous sentence, and he did realize it.

It's just that those who got rich first, it seems that most of them didn't drive others to achieve common prosperity, but instead the gap widened.

I just heard the old party secretary continue to say: "This year, the county held a commendation meeting for model workers, and it was also a commendation and reward meeting for [-]-thousand households. The higher-ups asked all brigades to mobilize and report all qualified [-]-thousand households. You said that we are here in Jiapigou There is no wow in the poor mountain valley."

Liu Qingshan laughed and laughed: "Grandpa branch secretary, why not? Don't we owe the bank a loan of 1 yuan?"

The old party secretary also smiled: "Then we have to select households with debts of [-] yuan, and we must be qualified."

The father and I joked a few words, and then started to talk about the topic again. The old branch secretary tapped his small cigarette pouch and said, "I'm thinking, if we don't have a million-dollar household in Jiapigou, it would be too shameful, Qingshan, how about putting Will you report it to your family?"

My family, ten thousand yuan household?

What a joke, Liu Qingshan really earned 5000 yuan in the past few months, which is half of a ten thousand yuan household. The point is, all the money has been spent!

So he waved his hands again and again: "Grandpa branch secretary, even if my family sells everything, it still doesn't make enough for 1 yuan."

The old branch secretary nodded: "I know the situation, but in our village, your family is the wealthiest now, and has all kinds of sewing machines. If you don't report it to your family, who will you report to?"

Datou also suddenly became clever, and slipped along beside him: "What's more, when the vegetables in the greenhouse are sold, it will be another sum of money, and the chickens raised by Sister Jinfeng are also money."

"It's something that hasn't been seen yet, so you're just counting on it?"

Liu Qingshan was also very speechless, how can there be such a household with ten thousand yuan.

In his understanding: for households with ten thousand yuan, you have to snap it up and get a bunch of big unity, which is exactly 1 yuan.

The old party secretary was also deeply inspired: "It makes sense, big head, your brain is really getting better and better."

After exaggerating, he turned to Liu Qingshan again: "Let's put this in advance. Anyway, there is no rush. The model worker meeting will not open until before the Chinese New Year. By then, we can sell a crop of vegetables and a large part of fattening pigs." , and the chicks raised by Jinfeng are about to lay eggs, so I don’t know what it will be like.”

After the old branch secretary finished talking about the matter, Liu Qingshan then talked about the matter.

This matter is much simpler. Each family provides a labor force to cut wicker in the willow bushes, and the big head will notify soon.

The next day, large and small vehicles left the village and went straight to the wicker clump in the north of the village. It happened to be a two-year-old twig, which was just right for a frame.

In spring and autumn, wicker can be cut. In this season, it is freezing, so it is a little late, and it is a little difficult to cut with a sickle.

To cut wicker, you use a sickle to slant upwards and pull it hard. The last cut sliver has a slanted stubble, so that it is easier to insert into the soil whether it is used for clamping fences or making trusses.

With a sickle in hand, every pier of wicker, no matter how thick or thin, is cut off, so that when new branches grow in the coming year, they will be more neat.

Liu Qingshan was cutting, when he heard someone next to him shout:

"Yang La Can!"

The person who shouted was Marshal Zhang, and he was holding a cut wicker. In the middle of the wicker, there was a smooth thing like a bird's egg, about the size of a fingernail.

The surface is gray, and there are brown vertical stripes. This small oval jar-like thing is the so-called "Yangla jar".

To understand what is called Yanglacan, we must first talk about a kind of caterpillar called "Yangchizi" locally. This kind of caterpillar is brightly colored and has bristles on its back.

If someone accidentally touches it with their hands, the bristles will stick into the skin, which is painful and itchy, so this kind of caterpillar that is not easy to mess with is called foreign pepper.

And Yangla cans are used for cultivating chrysalis in foreign spicy peppers.

In autumn and winter, there are larvae inside, so the jar is closed; when the next spring begins, the larvae will secrete a kind of acid, which will make a small round hole in the top of the poplar jar, and then drill out.

Liu Qingshan also played with cans when he was a child, and collected some cans with his friends.

Then hold it with your hand and collide with the other party's Yangla can to see whose Yangla can is the hardest and strongest, and whoever is the winner.

This game is called "Keyang Pulling Can" for children.

I saw that Marshal Zhang found another can, and the two collided with each other, making a rattling sound.

However, grown-ups like Uncle Dashuai obviously don’t want to play with Keyang cans. After smashing one of them, he brought it to his mouth with joy, sucked it hard, squeaked it, and ate the chrysalis inside. up.

eat it!

Can you eat Yangla can?

Of course it can be eaten. Liu Qingshan has eaten it before, but he always takes it home, puts it on the stove lid, and eats it after roasting. It is quite fragrant, with a sweet taste.

It's probably similar to eating silkworm chrysalis and cicada monkeys, but it's the first time he has seen it eaten raw like the handsome uncle.

Hey, this is too fierce, is it possible to compete with that foreigner, who is the "man standing at the top of the food chain"?

Chapter 94 Killing the New Year Pig

Several large carriages pulled the willow sticks back to the village and distributed them to each family. After simply repairing the branches and removing the ends, they can be used as poles.

In addition to the racks, Liu Qingshan also harvested dozens of cans. When he got home, he took them out of his pocket, clattered them, and threw them on the kang.

When it was time to eat, I directly baked it in an iron pan with salt, filled a small half plate, and served it on the table.

When Liu Shikui saw it, he couldn't help but his eyes lit up: "This is just right for drinking."

The fourth and fifth children have also eaten it, and they just picked one up with their little hands and ate it immediately.

After being baked in the pot for a while, there are cracks on the surface, which can be opened with a slight break.Inside are golden-yellow chrysalis, and when eaten in the mouth, it is sweet and fragrant, with a hint of saltiness.

"Sister, you can eat too."

Liu Qingshan smiled and grabbed a small handful for Yang Hongying.

Yang Hongying looked at him suspiciously: "Sanfeng'er, why do I think your smile is a bit strange, like..."

"Like a fox."

The little brother took over the conversation.

Liu Qingshan wiped his face: "How can I be so honest and honest, how can I get involved with a fox."

Yang Hongying curled her lips, picked up a Yangla can, and imitated eating one, um, the taste is really good.

After eating a few in a row, he asked, "What is this made of? I haven't eaten it before."

She probably said something about foreign hot peppers, but she didn't know what it was, so Liu Qingshan hecked twice:

"It's nothing, this is a chrysalis, and when spring comes next year, big colorful caterpillars will crawl out of it."

While talking, he looked at Yang Hongying jokingly, waiting to see how her face would change.

Unexpectedly, Yang Hongying groaned, picked up another one, and ate it: "I have eaten ant eggs and bee pupae before, and they are not as good as these."

This time it was Liu Qingshan's turn to be stunned: Old sister, you are too tough!

……

On the second day, each family started to put trestles in the shed. They are all veterans of farming, so this small job is naturally a no-brainer. Who doesn't take care of the small garden every year?

The only difference is that you have to be a little careful not to poke a hole in the plastic with a wicker stick.

Liu Qingshan's family is no exception, they are all busy in the greenhouse: Liu Qingshan is in charge of inserting the racks, which are tied together in groups of four.

If it is in the open air, tie a horizontal bar to play the role of connection and fixation.

It is saved in the greenhouse, there is no wind or waves, and there is no need to worry about blowing the cucumber rack down.

"This wicker is not dry, it will definitely sprout in a few days."

Lin Zhi was in charge of tying cloth strips to the frame. She knew that wicker has extremely tenacious vitality, and it can basically survive in the soil, not to mention the temperature and humidity in the greenhouse are very suitable.

"That's just right for cold dressing, and it's better to eat it in winter."

Liu Jinfeng feels a little bit unappetizing recently. The wicker sprouts are a little bit bitter. After blanching, they taste fresh and fresh, which should be quite suitable for her.

Liu Qingshan heard it, and felt a move in his heart: "Then why do you eat wicker sprouts? It's so hard. When the time comes, I will get some old thorn sprouts for my eldest sister."

Prickly old sprouts are a very delicious wild vegetable in the mountains, but they need to wait until spring to germinate.

"By that time, my teeth will fall out."

Liu Jinfeng was also joking with his younger brother.

Liu Qingshan is not joking: "Sister, what I said is true, within a month, I will definitely ask you to eat thorn buds."

They were chatting while working, and the big head strolled over, and he gave guidance from each household, and finally came here.

Helping to plant the remaining stalks, Datou looked at the cucumber seedlings which were already more than a foot high, and said happily: "This is about to bloom, and when the time comes, I have to teach everyone to hand-pollinate."

Cucumbers grown in greenhouses at the moment are not parthenocarpic varieties, so pollination is definitely needed.

There is no need to think about dipping with potions and the like for the time being, there is no such thing, so I can only use a small plush brush to artificially pollinate flowers one by one.

This process, one after another, has to last for a period of time, which is too troublesome.

Liu Qingshan pondered for a while: "Is it possible to pollinate naturally? It's a pity that no one keeps bees in our village. Otherwise, a box of bees in a shed will solve everything."

"That's right, I'm going to find the boss uncle. His eldest daughter married to the forest guard team. Her husband's family is a beekeeper, and they harvest linden tree honey every year."

The big head was also very inspired, and ran away in a hurry.

Liu Qingshan and the others had to put up their grandfather's greenhouse after finishing their own greenhouse. When they entered the grandpa's greenhouse, they saw Liu Shikui holding a small watering can and watering a row of flowerpots.

"The roses are blooming really well this year."

Liu Jinfeng leaned over to a large pink rose flower, and took a deep breath, a faint fragrance penetrated into her nose, which made her close her eyes and savor it for a long time.

Liu Shikui had a peaceful smile on his face: "With this greenhouse this year, these flowers will also flourish."

In the rural areas of these years, it is rare to grow flowers in the house. The reason is that the house is not warm, and it is freezing in winter, and the flowers are frozen to death.

"Grandpa, the family is prosperous, so the flowers will be more prosperous."

Liu Qingshan saw that those pots of Clivia were also lush and lush, with dark green and shiny leaves, so he quickly took up the conversation.

Hearing these words, the old man nodded happily, and Liu Qingshan was also inspired: it seems that some nectar-source flowers should be planted in the greenhouse, so as to grow vegetables and raise bees without delay.

In the afternoon of the next day, Uncle Boss and the others happily brought back more than 20 beehives in a carriage and distributed them to each household.

According to Da Zhang Luo and the others who went with them: Boss Che’s in-laws were reluctant at first, but the uncle of the boss glared and wanted to bring his daughter back, and the other party was persuaded.

This old man is Niu Cha.

Liu Qingshan happily moved the beehive into the shed, and after opening the small door in front, he felt relieved when he heard the buzzing inside.

Because the climate here is cold in winter, the bee colony is also very difficult to endure in winter, and the number will drop by more than half.

There is no honey to be harvested, no food to eat, and the beekeepers have to regularly feed some sugar water or something. By the beginning of spring next year, basically there will be no one in ten.

However, their lives are also tenacious enough. As long as the weather conditions are suitable, they will reproduce in large numbers and start the cycle of life again.

On the second day, when I entered the greenhouse again, I found a small number of bees flying out to move around.

They are buzzing, busy on the small flowers of peppers and tomatoes reserved, they are really a group of hardworking little guys.

The vegetables in the greenhouse grew up bit by bit under the eager expectation of the villagers. By December, the celery was nearly a foot high, the leeks were also growing in bunches, and even the cucumbers had grown small. Cucumber twist.

There are more and more smiles on everyone's faces, and when they are free, they get together to study and discuss.

How long will it take for this dish to cut its head?

How much can you sell for a catty?

Is there anyone willing to pay for it?

After a few more snowfalls and the temperature dropped to minus [-] degrees at night, the stoves in the greenhouse also started to heat up.

Some families simply set up simple wooden beds in the shed and sleep directly in the shed.

This is much warmer than sleeping in the house.

At this time in previous years, it has already entered the winter slack, and the local saying is called "Cat Dong'er".

This year it seems to be a bit busier, whether it is a pig farm or a greenhouse, there is a lot of work.

Although I can't be free, but watching the vegetables in the greenhouse grow taller day by day, no one is tired of making noise.

As a farmer, who is afraid of being tired, they are afraid of being poor!

This month is also the happiest time for the children, because as soon as December enters, it's time to kill pigs!