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

Li Damei saw things clearly and said to Arya, "The past has already happened and cannot be changed. Ordinary people like us are even more powerless to change the future. We should live in the present. Eating steamed buns, vegetables, meat and porridge every day, isn't that a good life? Life is just a mess."

"There's a mess all over the floor, why not just sweep it up?"

Damei slapped her head and suddenly remembered Erya's ability to understand. Why should she tell her these things?

Daya was disappointed and shook her head: "A pile of chicken feathers means trivial things. I told you to listen to the radio more. You just play all day."

"I, I don't. I listen to it often."

The two of them went back to their room after a long quarrel and went to sleep. The temperature at night was just right in this season, neither cold nor hot.

Liu Xialian asked Li Damei: "How are you and Teacher Xu doing?"

"It's still the same. He said they'd get married at the end of the year. Her mother doesn't agree, so we plan to buy a house in the county town."

"Without my mother-in-law's help, who will take care of the child in the future? This is also a worrying matter. Can you not throw away the carrying pole of the clothing store for me?"

"I can't bear to throw it away even if you ask me to. The boiler factory store will open soon, and the wholesale business will be booming. My mother will help take care of the child. My mother likes money. As long as you give her money, she will take good care of the child."

There is a gap between Damei and her biological mother. At that time, Damei was in junior high school in the forest farm and her academic performance was also top-notch. Originally, her father agreed to let Damei go to high school in the county.

One day, Li Damei’s uncle came home and told her mother, “What’s the point of girls going to school? They will get married in a few years anyway. Don’t waste the money.”

Damei's mother listened to her uncle's advice, and from then on Damei became a child who dropped out of school. It was also during those years that Liu Xia Lian and Li Damei climbed trees to catch birds, went to rivers to fish, and went up mountains to dig ginseng, and they developed a good physique.

"As long as Teacher Xu treats you well, your mother-in-law's attitude doesn't matter."

"You wanted to give me a cold shoulder when you first came in. You really don't know who you are. I scolded you. Since I learned Kung Fu from you, you have become more confident and calm. It's really great."

"If you hadn't told me, I would have forgotten. My eldest disciple Li Hongxing wrote to me a few days ago, but I haven't replied yet. I have to write her a letter. Tomorrow morning, Xiao Cui will go to the county town to deliver the goods to the post office."

After a tiring day, they both went to bed early.

A beautiful day starts with getting up early. When Liu Xialian arrived at the old farm, her mother and sister-in-law Guilan had already sorted the mushrooms and herbs they brought back yesterday by species and put them in bamboo baskets to dry. These things could not be preserved fresh and could only be dried. As for the ginseng, Liu Xialian had already put it away.

Mother was furious: "Seven people, and you only have to travel dozens of miles to get this little thing. If it weren't for this wild boar, you would all lose money."

"It doesn't matter if you make money or lose money, just be happy. Zhao Hua has asked us several times to go to the mountains together to learn more." Liu Xialian was very tight-lipped. She didn't even tell her mother about the ginseng she dug. Because her mother often chatted with the old ladies in the village, as long as she told others, the whole village would know.

My mother said, "I think Zhao Hua is a nice guy. He's tall and strong, has a decent character, and comes from a good family. Why don't you ask him if he has a girlfriend?"

"How can a woman take the initiative? Let's wait and see." Although there are many people who love freely these days, due to the limitations of the times, especially in rural areas, a matchmaker is still needed to propose marriage before the two people can confirm their relationship. If there is no middleman, it seems to be not formal.

Liu Xia Lian certainly understood Zhao Hua’s thoughts, but she didn’t know what this kid was thinking.

Actually, Zhao Hua and Liu Xialian were attracted to each other. But last time, Liu Xialian rode on a tiger and beat it violently, and the tiger, who was as strong as a copper wall, was beaten to the point of bleeding. Zhao Hua was a little worried. If this was domestic violence by his wife, he would have no power to fight back.

As they were talking, Zhao Hua, Li Hu and Zhao Yong arrived.

My mother made corn cakes and stewed cabbage and vermicelli early in the morning, and the seven of us were well fed and satisfied.

"Mother, Sister Guilan, we are leaving. I have written this letter. Remember to give it to Xiao Cui and ask him to send it. Remember to give him 20 cents for the stamp."

"I can't forget it. I'm not old yet."

Liu Xialian brought a piece of top-quality wild boar meat to Daqiangzi's mother, weighing six or seven pounds, and to prevent it from spoiling, it was covered with salt. The seven of them got on the big horse-drawn carriage and set off. It was just dawn, and the mules and horses were still asleep. There was no easy money to be made in the world.

Daya and Erya sat in the carriage holding their quilts and used it as a sleeper.

Zhao Yong was driving the cart with a big whip and singing a song called "Assisting Soldiers". The tune gave people goose bumps all over their bodies, but it was quite hypnotic. Daya and Erya in the back car started snoring.

Li Damei picked up a fruit and threw it over: "Stop singing, and don't invite the immortals over."

"Sing now, sing now." Zhao Yong whipped them. The two horses pulling the cart were iron-hoofed horses, which were faster than the big black mule from Liu Xia Lian's family. They ran more than a hundred meters in a blink of an eye.

The road leading to Heixiaziling is lined with either farmland or forests, with large tracts of sandy and rocky land and a few sparse birch trees. It is barren and no one is cultivating it.

Liu Xialian asked: "Which village does this land belong to? There are thousands of acres of wasteland here, right?"

Damei looked at Liu Xialian and said, "Are you dizzy? Isn't this our village's land? Back then, the village chief took the lead in destroying the forest and reclaiming wasteland. He dug up 3,000 mu of birch forest and turned it all into land. There is too much sand and gravel, and the yield is too low. We have to pay public grain according to the number of acres of land, but who is willing to plant? We can only return farmland to forest. It is easy to dig trees but difficult to plant them. There is no one to manage the trees that are planted, and too few of them survive, so we have the current situation."

Liu Xialian thought, if we can contract this place as our own horse farm, it will be great. Mules and horses don't damage trees very much. Now we have more than 30 female donkeys and 25 female horses. In a few years, we can breed them. By then, we can produce thousands of large animals every year. Wouldn't we be rich? We can't understand opening other factories. As a rural person, we still can't do without livestock.

The mule and horse were very powerful and it only took an hour and a half to arrive at Daqiangzi's house, just after seven o'clock.

Daqiangzi's mother was cleaning the door. Because the family was collecting dry goods, villagers often had to wait until they arrived at the door to sort them and remove impurities.

"Aunt, I cut you a good piece of pork from the pork I slaughtered yesterday."

"Xia Lian, you are too polite. It's not a big deal. It's just a carriage. Don't be so polite next time. Old man, wash the dishes quickly and make breakfast for Xia Lian and the others."

Liu Xialian said: "No need, we have already eaten."

Daqiangzi's father insisted that they eat more, and the group had no choice but to drink a bowl of corn porridge each.

The old couple was afraid that Liu Xia Lian would make things difficult for their son; after all, he was Da Qiangzi's boss.

"Okay, we're going up the mountain. Just get some clean water for the horses at noon. There's some in the fodder bag."