Hello, 1983

After arranging Zhang Pangzi's marriage, it can be regarded as a solution to a long-standing problem.

The villagers began to get busy again, making up several labor groups, each doing their own thing.

The construction of new greenhouses and the reclamation of rice fields are naturally the two most important events.

Therefore, Liu Qingshan's trip to Spring City will 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 is presided over by Datou, and the preliminary work such as land leveling is steadily carried out.

As for the skeleton, etc., still waiting for the 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 skeleton.

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

The time is already late March, the temperature has risen significantly, and it is already more than ten degrees below zero during the day.

The vegetation is also quietly sprouting, and from a distance, the wicker bush can no longer bear the loneliness, and is the first to wear a long goose-yellow dress.

On the meadow, there are also some new green, vigorous spring, and finally came to the land of the Northland with light steps.

Qingshan, the meadows here are of no use. Just cultivate them into paddy fields, and save the original arable 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 see, the Dianzi is already low, and the 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, just open it.

Everyone also supported it. When they thought about it, since there is ready-made wasteland, why should they still occupy the original cultivated land? Isn’t it bad to have 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 fertile land. They are really hungry and afraid of poverty.

Wetlands must be protected, but now, Liu Qingshan has no basis to convince these villagers.

Because after the above realizes this problem, it is almost destroyed, and it is too late to think of protection.

Liu Qingshan didn't say anything, just stared at the meadow child in a trance.

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

Quack quack!

This is the cheerful call of wild ducks.

Ouch!

This is the excited call of various small seagulls.

Quack quack!

In the sky to the south, the geese lined up in a herringbone also gradually lowered their flight height and landed in the reeds.

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

The people around are a little confused: Spring is coming every year, isn't it all like this?

But they didn't know that the pictures of these migratory birds returning to the north would never be seen here again after a few decades.

In the eyes of everyone's astonishment, Liu Qingshan suddenly opened his arms, as if to embrace the endless field in front of him.

A low and desolate singing sounded from his mouth:

The wild geese are heading south, flying over the reeds, the sky is bright, where are the geese going, my heart is my hometown in the north...

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

It was the first time that the villagers heard this song, and they were all fascinated for a while.

Only Er Biaozi pondered: Hometown, if the hometown has been reclaimed into rice fields, why is it home?

Suddenly, he understood Liu Qingshan's thoughts.

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

These are two depressions, and the yield is not high. Let's transform them into paddy fields.

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 Xiaosongjiang River.

But……

Captain Zhang still wants to say something.

Liu Qingshan opened his mouth and said, Let's keep this meadow child for future generations, so that they can hear the crowing of wild ducks; they can see the herringbone geese in the sky with their own eyes, not just from books. Is it bad to read such words?

After hearing this, everyone stopped talking, and no one mentioned the matter of reclaiming the meadows.

Everyone took a circle and started to turn towards the village. In the distance, they saw a group of little kids, carrying small baskets, digging wild vegetables in the fields.

elder brother!

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

Brother, look at the mother-in-law 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 and gathered with their friends.

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

Captain Zhang also smacked his lips. During this period of time, he was busy and busy.

Liu Qingshan also said twice: Like this meadow, if all the fields are opened, where can we dig wild vegetables, and where do we go to herd cattle?

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

Yes, this is the reason, or Qingshan has insight.

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

The group continued to walk, and they passed a wicker bush in front of them. They saw a group of boys and girls. They were looking for their brains. When they saw someone coming, they immediately gestured and told them to detour.

These wild boys must be hunting birds in the bushes again!

The owner of the car murmured and was about to avoid it.

Unexpectedly, Liu Qingshan and Er Biaozi walked straight over.

Haha, after all, he's a half-sized boy, and he is more playful.

The owner of the car couldn't help shaking his head and laughing. For bird hunting, let alone children, if the adults in the village were free, they would go out for a walk with a string of clips hanging around their waists.

Rarely will they come home empty-handed, beat a few mountain birds, and go home to fight tooth sacrifices. In this era of rarely eating meat, it is a great temptation.

Like the chickens in the wicker bush, they are very stupid. They look at the clips around them to clamp the same kind. They don’t know how to avoid them. The clips snapped.

If it's a big clip, it can hit oil cans and the like, it's going to be beautiful.

The name of the oil-pulled jar is not for nothing, it is so fragrant that you can't wait to bite your tongue off.

Brother Qingshan, you and Brother Biaozi lead us to fight birds.

When Liu Qingshan and the two of them approached, the little boys also invited them.

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

Like Er Xiaozi and the others, they are too young, so they can only follow along and make a fool of themselves. When they can get a bird's leg or something, they will be very happy.

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

Most of the boys in the countryside these days have few sets of clips, and most of them are made of iron wire.

As for the bait, they are generally white straw bugs.

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

The little kids picked out the little white bugs and put them in plastic vials.

When the clip is down, a worm is tied to the message position of the clip. The worm is still alive, squirming back and forth, attracting birds to peck.

Then it will touch the message, the clip will snap, and it will quickly close, and the bird will be clamped.

Set the clips in advance, and then a large group of children will start walking the birds.

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

After half an hour, you can go to count the harvest. If you are lucky, you can hit more than ten a day, so it will definitely be no problem to solve your cravings.

When Liu Qingshan was a child, even in the past few years of junior high school, he and his friends played a lot of mountain birds.

Especially before and after Xiaoman in the lunar calendar, the harvest is the largest.

But now, Liu Qingshan said that he would never do such a thing again, and he also wanted to convince these little boys in the village to stop doing it.

So he said cheerfully: Huzi, dog left, have you hit it yet?

A timid young man replied, Brother Qingshan, we have just come here, and we haven't set the clip yet.

I saw a large group of skewered chickens just now. There must be a harvest today. I will give you two to Qingshan, and ask your Caifeng and Shanxing to taste it.

These teenagers are very close to Liu Qingshan.

These days, the mountain birds that are hit are not so particular about them. Basically, they are thrown into the stove to burn, and they are burnt to the point of blackness.

With people so close, Liu Qingshan is really not good at shooing people out directly.

He also knew how tempting things like bird hunting were for the children. If he forcibly stopped them, it would be counterproductive.

So Liu Qingshan said with a smile: Tiger son, dog left son, don't shoot birds in the future.

What?

The faces of the teenagers collapsed, and the dog left arguing: Brother Qingshan, the skewered chicken tastes delicious.

Liu Qingshan knew that it would be useless to spread the knowledge of bird protection to these little guys now, and nothing could withstand the attraction of bird meat to them.

So he straightened his face and decided to frighten these teenagers:

You don't know yet. The newspapers have said that these migratory birds flying from the south carry a virus called bird flu, and they will kill people if they eat it!

ah?

Several teenagers were suddenly shocked, and the leftover dog was so anxious that tears rolled in the circles of his eyes:

Last Sunday, I even made two kenaf to eat!

This made Liu Qingshan have to comfort him again: It's okay, if you don't respond after three days, it proves that you are not infected. Just remember not to eat it in the future.

After speaking, he felt that scaring children was not a long-term solution after all, and it seemed that he had to find something for the children to do.

It just so happened that he also had a plan in mind that he was going to implement in the spring, so he led the little boys to the village and said as he walked:

When you have a holiday in the future, greet the children in the village, and I will lead you all to plant trees.

This is also Liu Qingshan's plan. Every spring and autumn, they will plant trees and make green mountains and waters. It is impossible to say with their mouths, and they have to rely on their hands to create.

The leftover dog is no longer afraid, and said happily:

Brother Qingshan, watching TV a few days ago, I also saw the children in the city go to the suburbs to plant trees on the Arbor Day, and they were praised, so honorable!

Liu Qingshan patted his small shoulder: Yes, planting trees is the most honorable.

The dog left child almost had a snot bubble, and rubbed the back of his hand under his nose vigorously:

Brother Qingshan, let's plant more trees, and then we can attract more mountain birds. When there is no virus like you said next year, we can kill more birds to eat!

Yes, the eyes of the other teenagers also lit up, and they looked at Liu Qingshan with a little more admiration, as if to say: Brother Qingshan is still the best!

Did I mean this?

Liu Qingshan couldn't help scratching the back of his head. Looking at these excited teenagers, he was both angry and funny:

Okay, if you have the skills, just plant trees to attract the phoenix, and if you can catch it, you are considered amazing!