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  Chapter 185 What is the use of mud?

  Zhang Ganzi's face was almost turning into a bitter melon. He didn't provoke anyone, he just wanted to touch some small fish in the pond.

  He thought it was not easy to scoop up the dung with a spoon, so he just grabbed it with his hands.

  I just found a big old man fish, which is more than a stick long, and the whole body is burnt and brown. It is not easy for an old man fish to grow so big, it must taste delicious.

  Zhang Ganzi quickly stretched out his hand to catch it, but the old man fish was not reconciled, it was slippery and struggled hard.

  The pond was full of muddy water. After Zhang Pole grabbed a few handfuls in the muddy water, he suddenly felt a tingling pain in his fingers. After he pulled it back, he hung a large soft-shelled turtle.

  There is an old saying in the countryside, which is called: If you are a bastard, you will not let go when you bite.

   After biting on this thing, it bites to death. The more frightened it is, the more it bites to death. It hurts the stick, and it keeps grinning: "Shut up, please, you are my living ancestor."

  As soon as he heard this, the old branch secretary was not happy again. After Zhang Ganzi climbed to the shore, he immediately rushed over with a small cigarette bag.

   "Don't hit it, second uncle, don't hit it first, help me get this thing off before hitting it."

   Zhang Ganzi repeatedly begged for mercy.

  The old branch secretary really didn’t come to beat him, so he told Zhang Ganzi to squat on the ground, put the turtle biting his finger on the ground, and then put the cigarette pot on the turtle’s small tail.

  After burning for more than ten seconds, the soft-shelled turtle finally couldn't take it anymore, opened its mouth, and crawled into the muddy pond.

   "Where to run!"

  Zhang Ganzi stepped on it and trampled the big turtle under his feet: "Today, I must cut you into pieces!"

  His fingers were still bleeding out.

   "Uncle Ganzi, treat the wound first, before it becomes infected."

  Liu Qingshan also came up and helped Zhang Ganzi squeeze the wound on his finger, then asked the old branch secretary for some cigarette ash, pressed it on the wound, then squatted down, and picked up the big turtle upside down.

   It’s really big enough, it looks like it’s nearly two catties.

   Such a large wild turtle is already very rare. You must know that the turtle grows very slowly. In the wild, it can only grow a hundred grams a year at most.

  Two catties is one kilogram, and it takes at least ten or eight years to grow so big.

  Liu Qingshan carefully looked at the carapace of the soft-shelled turtle, it was black and yellow, counting the "annual rings" on it, there were as many as sixteen, which proved that this soft-shelled turtle had been seventeen years old.

   "It's not easy to live for so many years, let it go, and breed more descendants."

  Liu Qingshan saw the bulge on the carapace of this soft-shelled turtle, so he knew it was a female. This season, when the soft-shelled turtle was about to lay eggs, he decided to stock it.

  Zhang Ganzi was still a little unwilling: "Dare to bite me, I still want to go home and chop it up to feed the chicken."

   "Feed the chicken?"

  Liu Qingshan couldn't help being taken aback: Uncle Ganzi, aren't you such a prodigal?

  But after thinking about it, I was relieved. The soft-shelled turtle has a strong fishy smell, and everyone can’t process it, and it doesn’t have much oil. Rural people rarely eat it.

  Unless turtle blood or the like is used in some folk remedies that have been scoured for the purpose of curing diseases, it will be used.

  Thinking of this, Liu Qingshan couldn't help but have an idea: Maybe he can engage in soft-shelled turtle farming in the future.

   There are not a hundred ponds on the side of Caodianzi, but there are eighty, large and small, dotted all over the place. If seedlings are artificially raised and then sprinkled into these ponds to grow naturally, it may be really tricky.

   In this way, it is even more impossible to feed this soft-shelled turtle to chickens. Just as Liu Qingshan insisted on keeping this soft-shelled turtle in stock, he found that its carapace had cracked.

   Obviously, Zhang Ganzi just kicked out with hatred, a little too hard, and trampled the soft-shelled turtle.

   There is no way out, even if they are freed, they probably won’t survive.

  So he put the soft-shelled turtle into the big wooden basin he brought: "Uncle Ganzi, this one is hurt, so I won't let it go. I'll go home and stew it to eat."

   Zhang Ganzi was delighted when he heard it: "Okay, Qingshan, eat a few more bites, and take revenge for me."

  So I continued to fish in the pond, not to mention, there were dozens of soft-shelled turtles, large and small, in this pond.

  The smallest one is only as big as a child's fist, and there are a few big ones, obviously over two catties, which is really rare.

  These big turtles, if they were brought to a big city, they would definitely fetch a good price,

   But they were all picked up by Liu Qingshan, and then scattered into another large pond not far away.

   This move was also praised by the old party secretary. After all, the soft-shelled turtle is a symbol of longevity, and when people get old, they can feel the preciousness of life and cherish it even more.

  As the water in the middle of the mud pond was also drained, the fish in the entire pond had nowhere to hide and were all exposed to broad daylight.

   "Good guy!"

  Everyone exclaimed for a while, and saw a dense layer of fishes, large and small, flapping their tails helplessly in the center of the pond.

   Taking a look, there are at least dozens of big fish flopping there.

   They are all big fish two or three feet long, and now they can be caught!

   Crackling, everyone rushed to the middle of the pond, not to **** the fish, whoever snatches it counts, these fish will still be divided in the end.

  The main reason is the feeling of picking up fish, which is really enjoyable.

  Dashuai Zhang, despite his small stature, is the fastest in action, rushing to the front.

  Closing to the center of the mud pond, the silt below is getting deeper and deeper. The disadvantage of Zhang Dashuai's short legs is revealed. He has to lift his thighs quite high in order to move forward.

   As a result, with a puff, the foot was pulled out, but the boot was stuck in the mud.

  He also ignored the boots, and kicked forward with bare feet.

  The people behind were amused to see it, and Da Zhang Luo shouted at the top of his voice: "Master, you can just walk in on stilts!"

  Liu Qingshan also rushed forward with the others. He was young and strong, and quickly rushed to the front.

  He bent down and picked up a big carp weighing three to five catties. He felt as if he was the big fat boy holding the red carp in the New Year painting, and he was so happy from ear to ear.

   "Be careful, big catfish are fierce!"

  A half-meter-long big catfish twisted its body in the muddy water, its big flat mouth was slightly opened, full of dense thorn teeth, it looked like a real murderer.

   "Look at mine!"

  Dashuai Zhang rushed over, grabbed the gills behind the fish head with both hands, and lifted this big yellow catfish into the air, Dashuai Zhang laughed loudly:

   "It just so happened that the eggplants in the shed came down. Go home and stew the eggplants with catfish. I'm sure you'll kill the old man!"

  In addition to big fish, the largest number is all kinds of small miscellaneous fish. These fish are dried or salted into small salted fish, which are also very good.

  In addition to fish, the aquatic life in the pond is still very rich, and all kinds of frogs are jumping around, but no one pays attention to them.

   There are also snails in the mud, and no one is interested.

   There is also a black beetle, the size of two fingernails. The carapace on its body is black and shiny, shining with a metallic luster, crawling around in the muddy water.

   This thing is called "Shui Laobian" or "Big Turtle Cap" locally, and it is also a thing that no one eats.

   But Liu Qingshan's eyes lit up when he saw these old and deflated waters: After decades of storage, this thing is a good thing, and it costs tens of dollars a catty.

  So I picked the bigger one and got a lot of money.

  Others were still puzzled, so Er Biaozi asked him: "Sanfeng, what are you doing with the turtle caps? Feed the chickens to the eldest sister?"

   "Hey chicken, this thing is fried, it's more delicious than cicada pupae."

  Liu Qingshan replied, and then continued fishing.

   "Fry it and eat it, how can there be so much oil?"

  Er Biaozi sighed in his mouth, everything must be delicious once fried.

  Liu Qingshan thinks about it for the same reason. People don't like to eat many things these days. The main reason is the lack of seasoning and oil.

  Dozens of people worked together, and quickly cleaned up the fish in the pond, and gathered them together, at least five or six hundred catties.

  The huge harvest also made the villagers very excited. Zhang Ganzi pointed to the west with his injured finger:

   "There are so many ponds on Dianzi. With the water pump, we will be able to pump them one by one in the future. It will be enough for us to eat fresh fish for several years!"

  Some people really responded. These days, the price of fish is not cheap at all. The fish they picked up today can be sold for hundreds of dollars if they are sold.

  Liu Qingshan was just about to stop it. It is better to do less with the extinct fishing method like Qingtangzi.

  These ponds are right next to the rice fields, and they will also be used as reservoirs in the future, so it’s okay to clean them up.

  If all the ponds on the dianzi were cleaned up, would the waterfowl breeding on the dianzi be killed?

  But before Liu Qingshan could say anything, Captain Zhang yelled:

   "Zhang Ganzi, you know how to come up with bad ideas. You can come up with such out-of-the-ordinary things. Do you still want to have a son?"

  As soon as Zhang Ganzi heard that it was a matter of giving birth to a son, Zhang Ganzi immediately fell silent.

  Liu Qingshan couldn't help laughing either: It seems that his usual awareness of environmental protection has gradually had some effect.

  I believe that after two days, after the promotion of the "Plan for Sustainable Development of Wild Vegetables" he drafted, everyone's awareness in this area will definitely be raised to another level.

  According to what Captain Zhang said, the remaining ponds will not be drained completely, leaving a way for these creatures in the water to survive.

  The boss of the car directly drove the small four-wheeled car, hung the trailer, and pulled back the hundreds of catties of fish first, and then slowly divided them when they returned to the village.

  Other villagers were about to walk back, but they heard Liu Qingshan suddenly say:

   "Everyone, don't leave, anyway, the clothes on your body are all muddy, so let's continue to work and clean up the mud from the pond."

  Dig pond mud?

  The villagers were all a little surprised: this job is really exhausting.

  Pond mud is very viscous and relatively wet, not to mention sticking tools, and it is impossible to dig it up without using force.

  The point is, what's the use of the mud in it, isn't it a waste of effort?

   "Everyone listen to me, this pond mud is a good fertilizer, and it is just used in the rice fields."

  Liu Qingshan briefly explained that after the pond mud is dried or fermented, the fertility is very low.

  Like this kind of natural fertilizer, it can be obtained with a little effort, and it is more cost-effective.

  He and Er Biaozi have discussed that no pesticides will be used in the rice fields, and efforts should be made to build an organic rice base.

   Can this thing be used as fertilizer?

  These people are also veteran dealers, but this is the first time they have heard of this.

  However, if someone else said this, there might be doubts, but once Liu Qingshan said it, it would be all right.

  They now have absolute trust in Liu Qingshan, and they speak better than the branch secretary.

  Let’s do it. When the owner of the car came back with a small four-wheeler, the trunk was full of various tools: buckets, shovels and the like.

  The pond digging mud does not need to be too deep, basically only about one foot. If it is too deep, too many harmful substances will be deposited, which is not suitable for fertilizer.

  Everyone threw off their arms and began to clean up the pond mud, and then piled it to the shore, and soon piled up small black and gray soil bags.

  In the end, they were all shirtless, making them look like mud monkeys.

  Liu Qingshan was no exception. When he returned home from work at noon, he met at the gate just in time for the fourth and fifth children to leave school.

  The two little girls didn't recognize him in a daze, and the fourth child tilted his head, looked at him, and asked, "Who are you looking for?"

  Liu Qingshan bared his teeth, bared his teeth and claws, pretending to be scary, and deliberately raised his voice:

   "I'm a clay monster who eats children, woohoo!"

"elder brother!"

  Beside Shan Xing let out a cry of surprise, which immediately destroyed the terrifying atmosphere just created.

   "You can recognize this?"

  Liu Qingshan put down both hands resentfully.

  The fourth child was also giggling, showing his gaping teeth: "Brother, when you made a face just now, the mud fell off your face."

  (end of this chapter)