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  Chapter 162 Caodianzi

   After finishing Zhang Ganzi's marriage, it can be regarded as solving a long-standing problem.

  The villagers started to work again, and formed several labor groups, each doing its own job.

  Building new greenhouses and reclaiming rice fields are naturally the two most important things.

  So Liu Qingshan's trip to Chuncheng will have to be delayed for a few days.

   After all, farming time waits for no one.

  Everyone already has experience in the construction of greenhouses. The big head is in charge, and the preliminary work of leveling the land is steadily being carried out.

  As for the frame and the like, we are still waiting for 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 frame.

  He doesn't need to worry about the greenhouse, so these days, he mainly follows Captain Zhang and the others, busy with rebuilding the paddy fields.

  It was already late March, and the temperature had picked up significantly, and it was already more than ten degrees above zero during the day.

  The grass and trees are also sprouting quietly. Looking from a distance, the willow bushes can no longer bear the loneliness, and they take the lead in wearing light yellow long skirts.

   On the meadow, there is also some fresh green. The vibrant spring finally came to the land of the Northland with light steps.

   "Qingshan, the meadows here are useless. They might as well turn them into rice fields, so as not to occupy the original cultivated land."

  Captain Zhang pointed to the endless Caodianzi in front of him and said.

  The owner of the car next to him also nodded again and again: "I think it's okay. The rice fields are low in the first place, and 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, open it as you please."

  Everyone also supported it one after another. They thought, since there is ready-made wasteland, why bother to occupy the original cultivated land? Wouldn’t it be good to get more food?

  Traditional farmers have the strongest concept of land.

  As long as there is wasteland, they can't wait to reclaim all of them into good fields. They are really afraid of hunger and poverty.

  Wetlands must be protected, but now, Liu Qingshan can't find a basis to convince these folks.

  Because it was too late to think about protection until the higher-ups realized the problem and it was almost destroyed.

  Liu Qingshan remained silent, just staring at Caodianzi in a daze.

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

   "Quack quack!"

   This is the cheerful cry of wild ducks.

   "Vovo!"

   These are the excited calls of various little sand gulls.

   "Quack quack!"

  In the southern sky, wild geese lined up in a herringbone shape gradually lowered their flight altitude and landed in the reed marshes.

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

  The people around are a little puzzled: Isn’t it like this every spring?

  But they don't know that the scene of these migratory birds returning to the north will never be seen again after decades.

   In the astonished eyes of everyone, Liu Qingshan suddenly opened his arms, as if to embrace the endless wilderness ahead.

  A low and desolate singing voice sounded from his mouth:

   "The swan goose flies to the south, flying over the reeds, the sky is blue, where the geese go, and the heart is the hometown of the north..."

  The so-called hometown is the place where they give birth. Migratory birds breed in the north, so this is their hometown.

   It was the first time for the villagers to hear this song, and they were fascinated for a while.

  Only Er Biaozi was thinking: hometown, if the hometown is reclaimed into rice fields, why is it home?

  Suddenly, he understood what Liu Qingshan was thinking.

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

   "These are two low-lying lands, and the yield is not high. Let's transform these into paddy fields."

  Thinking about it, he added: "It is also convenient to get water. Water can be diverted from the Dianzi, and it is not far from the Xiaosong River."

"But…"

  Captain Zhang wants to say something else.

But Liu Qingshan said: "Let's keep this meadow for future generations, so that they can hear the wild ducks calling; they can see the herringbone-shaped wild geese in the sky, instead of just reading it from the book. Is it not good to read such a text?"

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

   Everyone went around and started to turn towards the village. From a distance, they saw a group of kids digging wild vegetables in the fields with small baskets.

"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 fondled 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 to gather with their friends.

   "Hey, I have to eat some mother-in-law, I get angry in spring, and my gums are swollen."

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

  Liu Qingshan also heyed twice: "Like this meadow, if it is all opened into fields, where can we dig wild vegetables and graze cattle?"

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

   "Yes, this is Lier, or Qingshan has insight."

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

  The group of people continued to walk, passing a willow clump in front of them, and saw a group of boys, poking their heads here, and when they saw someone coming, they immediately gestured for them to detour.

   "The wild boys must be hunting birds in the bushes again!"

  The owner of the car grumbled, and was about to go around.

   Unexpectedly, Liu Qingshan and Er Biaozi walked straight over.

   "Haha, after all, he is half a child, and he has a lot of fun."

  Boss Che couldn't help but shook his head and smiled, hunting birds, let alone children, if the adults in the village were free, they would come out for a walk with a bunch of clips around their waists.

   It is rare to return home empty-handed. It is a great temptation to beat a few mercenaries and go home to fight teeth. In this age when meat is rarely eaten, it is a great temptation.

It's like the chickens in the wicker bushes, they are so stupid, watching the traps around them trap their own kind, they don't know how to avoid them, and they foolishly peck at the bugs that are used as bait, and then they are caught in rows by rows. The clip snapped.

  If it is a big clip, and you can hit oil cans and the like, it will be so beautiful.

   The name of Youlajar is not for nothing. It smells so good that you want to bite your tongue off.

   "Brother Qingshan, you and Brother Biaozi will lead us to hunt birds."

  When Liu Qingshan and the others approached, the kids even invited them.

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

   Those who are too young like Er Mangzi can only follow along, and they will be happy when they can get a bird's leg or something.

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

  The boys in the countryside these days, who don’t have a few clamps, mostly make them with wire.

   As for the bait, it is usually white straw worms.

  It is this month, when the adults prepare the land, they have to dig back the stubble left over from the corn and sorghum.

  The kids picked out small white bugs from inside, and put them into plastic vials.

   When the clip is lowered, tie a small worm to the lower part of the clip. The small worm is still alive and wriggling back and forth, attracting birds to peck at it.

  Then it will touch the message, the clip snaps, and quickly closes, trapping the bird.

  The clips were set in advance, and then a large group of children started to walk the birds.

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

   After half an hour, you can go to count the harvest. If you are lucky, you can kill more than ten a day, and you will definitely be able to satisfy your hunger.

  When Liu Qingshan was young, even in the past few years in junior high school, he often played mercenaries with his friends.

  Especially before and after Xiaoman in the lunar calendar, the harvest is the biggest. According to the local farming proverb: Xiaoman is full of birds.

   But now, Liu Qingshan said that he would never do this kind of thing again, and he also wanted to persuade these little kids in the village not to do it again.

  So he said cheerfully: "Tiger, the dog is left, have you hit it enough?"

  A young man with a thick head and a thick head replied: "Brother Qingshan, we have just arrived, and we haven't been caught yet."

   "I saw a large group of skewered chickens just now, and there must be something to gain today. When the time comes, I will give you two, Brother Qingshan, and ask your Caifeng and Shanxing to try."

   These teenagers are very close to Liu Qingshan.

  These days, the mountain birds that are caught are not so particular. Basically, they are thrown into the stove and burned until they are blackened, and they taste burnt.

  People are so close, Liu Qingshan is really not good at kicking him out directly.

  He also knows how tempting children are to bird hunting, and if he forcibly stops it, it may be counterproductive.

  So Liu Qingshan said with a smile: "Tiger, you son of a bitch, don't shoot birds in the future."

"What?"

  The complexions of the teenagers collapsed, and Gou Shengzi continued to argue: "Brother Qingshan, the skewered chicken tastes delicious."

  Liu Qingshan knows that it is useless to spread the knowledge of bird protection to these little guys now, and nothing can resist the attraction of bird meat to them.

  So he put on a straight face and decided to scare these teenagers:

   "You don't know yet. The newspapers have said that these migratory birds flying from the south are carrying a virus called bird flu. If you eat it, you will die!"

ah?

   Several teenagers were shocked, Gou Shengzi was so anxious that tears rolled in his eyes:

   "Last Sunday, I made two kenaf ingredients to eat!"

   Liu Qingshan had to comfort him again: "It's okay, if there is no reaction 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 happened that he also had a plan in his mind, which was going to be implemented in the spring, so he led the children to the village, saying as he walked:

   "In the future, when we are on vacation, I will 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, he will do a lot of afforestation, green water and green mountains. Talking about it is not enough, and it has to be created by hands.

  Gou Shengzi is no longer afraid now, and said excitedly:

   "Brother Qingshan, I watched TV a few days ago, and I saw children in the city go to the suburbs to plant trees on Arbor Day, and they were praised. It's an honor!"

  Liu Qingshan patted his little shoulder: "Yes, planting trees is the most glorious."

  Goushengzi almost had a snot blister, and wiped it vigorously under his nose with the back of his hand:

   "Brother Qingshan, let's plant more trees, and then we can attract more mountain birds. When the virus you mentioned is gone next year, we can kill more birds to eat!"

   That's right, the eyes of the other teenagers also brightened, and they looked at Liu Qingshan with a little more admiration, as if saying: Brother Qingshan is the most powerful!

   Do I mean it?

  Liu Qingshan couldn't help scratching the back of his head, looking at these jumping boys, he was both angry and funny:

   All right, if you have the ability, plant trees to attract the phoenix, if you can catch it, you will be awesome!

  (end of this chapter)