Reborn in Changbai Mountain, I rely on my divine eyes to dig ginseng and hunt

But with my uncle looking after them, everything was alright, they just ignored each other.

Liu Jun couldn't do anything about it and could only let them do what they wanted.

While eating, Liu Xia Lian saw that her sixth uncle seemed to have something to say, but there were too many people and she hesitated to speak.

There was no way the men were controlled when drinking. Uncle Five and Uncle Two got drunk and nearly slipped under the table.

That afternoon, my father and uncle went to the town store to buy pig heads, paper money and other things, and the brothers were preparing to worship their ancestors the next day.

Liu Xialian, Liu Dongxue, Zhao Hua, and Zhao Yong did not have to participate in these things, so they had nothing to do. The four of them called their sixth uncle's little cousin Lian Jun, took a hoe and wandered to the north mountain to dig some sweet potatoes and peanuts for a hillside barbecue.

The land in my hometown is very fragmented, usually one or two acres of land, and sometimes even a few mu.

Zhao Hua shook his head and said, "Look at this piece of land. It's not even as big as the dining table at home."

"This mountain is not land at all. It was blasted out by villagers with cannons. It is all weathered rock. Corn won't grow there. Only sweet potatoes and peanuts can be grown."

Lian Jun pointed to the weeds on the edge of the peanut field and said: "Not only do we own the crops in the field, but even the weeds on the edge of the field are ours."

Zhao Yong was very puzzled: "What's the use of this weed? Can it be sold for money?"

"We raise cattle and sheep and make pancakes. We usually eat pancakes made from sweet potato flour, which are hard and taste bad."

Liu Xia Lian saw that this little brother was only eleven or twelve years old, but his thinking was not chaotic and his speech was quite organized.

"Lian Jun, what grade are you in? Tell me what you have learned. But you can't just copy what you read in the book. If what you say makes sense, I will secretly give you five dollars in pocket money."

Lian Jun almost jumped up with joy. He thought for a while and said, "Let me tell you the story of the little gray rabbit and the little white rabbit helping the old goat to harvest cabbage. Both rabbits helped the old goat to harvest cabbage, and the old goat gave them a cart of cabbage each. The little gray rabbit harvested the cabbage, but the little white rabbit didn't want the cabbage, but only wanted cabbage seeds. I think the little white rabbit is so silly, so cute, and the author doesn't know how to farm at all."

Liu Dongxue was also quite surprised. When she studied this text, she didn't feel anything wrong. "Then tell me what you think?"

"First of all, a wheelbarrow must contain dozens of cabbages, and a packet of cabbage seeds is worth at most one cabbage. Little White Rabbit can easily harvest a whole cart of cabbages, and then exchange one cabbage for a packet of cabbage seeds. Second, it takes a long time from sowing to harvesting cabbage. We can only plant once a year, so it's impossible to grow cabbages right away. So I say this author has never planted a field before, and his article is meant to fool children."

After listening to him, Liu Xia Lian gave him a thumbs up and praised him: "Little brother, you have a quick mind, understand the market, and understand the farming season. You will be amazing in the future. You may be another rising star in our Liu family."

Lian Jun felt embarrassed, so Liu Xia Lian took five yuan and put it into the child's pocket.

"Don't tell your family, just use it to buy some school supplies and snacks."

"Thank you, sister."

In front is my uncle's land, where peanuts and sweet potatoes are planted.

The peanuts are fully ripe, but the sweet potatoes are still a long way off and will take some time.

Liu Xia Lian didn't dare to dig too much, and only dug a dozen peanuts and five or six sweet potatoes.

Zhao Hua was in a dilemma: "What should we do next? We have eaten this way before."

Liu Xia Lian had eaten it when she was a child. First, find a pile of hay, pick the peanuts and throw them on the hay. Light a fire and they will be cooked. Most of them are cooked properly, but some are burnt.

Sweet potatoes are more troublesome, so Lian Jun said, "I'll build a sweet potato kiln. This will take some time, so I can catch a few scorpions and grasshoppers to make skewers."

The young man was quite skilled. He built a small stone house with rubble, heated it with a high fire, and when the stones were almost red hot, he threw sweet potatoes on them. The whole stone kiln collapsed, and then he covered the outside with soil. This is called stewed sweet potatoes.

This thing is choking and doesn’t taste like what I tasted like when I was a kid, but the peanuts are still pretty good.

Liu Xia Lian and Liu Dongxue worked together to catch grasshoppers. The grasshoppers on the mountain were fat at this season. One kind had a square head, called the mountain-diving grasshopper. It had big legs, was very strong, and was covered with barbs. The females were bigger than the males.

There is another kind with a pointed head, called Laobian, also known as mountain grass donkey. When fried in oil when I was a child, it tasted delicious. Now I can't eat it anymore, it has a belly full of shit, it's hard to accept.

The young man found a pile of rotten rocks, rummaged around for a while, and actually found six large female scorpions.

"Sister, these scorpions are delicious. I'll roast them for you later."

The Yimeng scorpion is a precious medicinal material, and in a few decades the wild ones will become protected animals.

"Don't eat them. We don't like them either. You can roast the grasshoppers and take the scorpions back home and sell them in town."

"Ok."

Zhao Hua looked around and said, "This place is too densely populated. I'm afraid no one goes hunting in the mountains, right?"

"You are wrong. There are professional hunters in every village. Pheasants, turtledoves, and hares are everywhere. There are fewer wild boars, but there are many wolves. Every winter, children need to be careful when they get up early to go to school."

"I really haven't figured it out yet. Northeast China is still the best. We have all kinds of big prey."

Lian Jun said: "Pheasant meat is the most delicious, but it is too difficult to catch. Last year, my father picked up a pheasant that was trapped by a hunter. It tasted delicious and there was no soup left after stewing it with eggs."

"Really? Then let's catch a few and taste them to see if they are any different from the ones in the Northeast."

Zhao Yong shook his head: "What can we use to catch them? We don't have guns or dogs."

"Pheasants are weak, so usually only two or three people need to cooperate and shout loudly to scare the pheasants into paralysis. But did you forget that I can throw stones?"

When he heard that they were going to hunt pheasants, Lian Jun stopped roasting grasshoppers. He found a bag to pack up the leftovers, skewered the grasshoppers with foxtail grass, and followed Liu Xia Lian to the front.

Not far away, I could hear the clear calls of the colorful pheasants, quack, quack.

After a careful search, Liu Xia Lian found three pheasants.

At the edge of the peanut field, a male pheasant was showing great courtesy to two female pheasants, catching grass worms from the peanut vines and throwing them to the female pheasants to eat.

Liu Xia Lian found three small stones, used all her strength, and shot three arrows at once. Three pheasants not far away struggled and fell to the ground.

Lian Jun hurried over to collect the prey. Zhao Yong was stunned and didn't say anything for a long time.

"If you were to join the army, you'd be a human mortar. The hand grenade could be used as a flat-fire cannon, hitting whatever you point it at."

"Sister, I caught them, I caught them, three of them, hahahaha."

"Okay, let's go and take them back to stew eggs in the evening." Liu Dongxue helped to take two.

Liu Xialian pointed to the grave in front of her, where there was a two-meter-high stone tablet: "That's the grave of my grandpa and grandma. My grandpa died four or five years ago, and my grandma just passed away a few years ago."

Zhao Hua said, "Since we are here, why not go and take a look."