Hello, 1983

Hello, 1983 ()

After listening to Liu Qingshan's brief description of freshwater pearl cultivation, Hai Mingzhu immediately became excited: Okay, okay, I like pearls the most, so let's keep this one!

Liu Qingshan blinked: This girl is called Mingzhu, maybe she can really make a fortune on this.

The name, if you want to say it, is just a sign, but many times, it seems that there is a certain number in the dark.

Hai Dagui was more serious and thought about it: Even though this cycle is relatively long, it will take at least two or three years to make a profit. In those two years, we are drinking the northwest wind, and the villagers have to make me the captain.

You are still the production captain, leading the villagers to pick up the car. Are you the captain or the bearded head?

There are bad people in the backcountry. The more remote the place is, the more sturdy the folk customs will be. Hai Dagui should be the representative of this category.

If you want a project that can be effective in a short time, how can you find it so easy.

After Liu Qingshan considered it for a while, he said, We and the Agricultural Science and Technology University in Spring City are about to start a project to artificially cultivate black fungus.

If the strains are cultivated, on your side, you can directly raise fungus segments in the woods, basically reaching the quality of wild fungus.

When the time comes, the fungus will be dried and light, and if it is carried manually, it is also convenient to carry it out of the mountains.

This project will be carried out in the short term. In the long run, it will be freshwater pearl farming, but you have to send technicians out to study. The Miyun Reservoir over there in the capital, I heard that it is good to do this.

After wasting a lot of brain cells, it is an explanation for Hai Dagui.

On Professor Wang's side, it should only take a month or two to see results, because this thing itself is not a high-tech thing, and it can be done in a manual workshop.

Moreover, Liu Qingshan also provided Professor Wang with some ideas based on his experience, and he could get started directly.

With the short-term and long-term projects, Hai Dagui was finally satisfied, and happily had a drink with Liu Shikui and Grandpa Dumb.

After drinking, they went up the mountain with the mute grandpa supporting each other.

Liu Qingshan was worried and insisted on sending them off, but Hai Dagui chased them back: If you are too busy, accompany my granddaughter.

Father, can we forget about this!

Liu Qingshan was so frightened that he didn't dare to go home, so he went straight to the big head. The big head's object was sent back long ago. The little brothers chatted for a while about building a greenhouse in the spring.

It wasn't until nine o'clock in the evening that Liu Qingshan went back to his grandfather's house to sleep.

The next morning, he went up the mountain as usual, and when he walked to the front of the woodcut, he found two figures, flashing in the morning light.

It was the dumb grandfather who was fighting with Hai Dagui, and Liu Qingshan stopped by to observe.

Regardless of Hai Dagui's age, every move and style, but with inner strength, for a time, he was on par with Grandpa Dumb.

Liu Qingshan now finally believes that Hai Mingzhu said that he is not an opponent and should not be bragging.

After all, they have practiced martial arts with their grandfather since childhood. He was a monk halfway through, and he couldn't catch up with him.

This is still the mute grandpa who uses secretly made medicinal wine every day to help him beat his body, otherwise it will be even more useless.

The field came and went, and they discussed each other for more than ten minutes before the two sides stopped at the same time.

Hai Dagui laughed loudly: Be willing to give in to the enemy, but if you don't accept your old age, you won't be successful.

The dumb grandfather still had a sly smile on his face, as simple as a peasant man, without a trace of the so-called master demeanor.

Liu Qingshan also saw some doorway: the two seemed to be tied, but Hai Dagui's head was steaming with white mist, as if he was wearing a steamer.

As for the dumb grandfather, everything was business as usual, obviously not doing his best.

In such a comparison, a judgment is made.

After watching the liveliness, the next thing is to be viewed as lively by others.

Hai Dagui watched Liu Qingshan's practice completely, including the part where he was beaten up by the master with Xiaoxiong.

In the end, the dumb grandpa brought out a large bowl of medicinal wine as usual, Liu Qingshan drank half of the bowl, and fed the remaining half to Xiao Hei.

This bear boy held the bowl by himself, and poured it into his mouth,

It is also used to drinking, not afraid of bitterness.

You are so kind to your apprentice, even more so than your grandson.

Hai Dagui looked envious, and finally patted the little bear: The little guy followed suit.

The dumb grandfather just smiled and said nothing, and Liu Qingshan also looked at the master with a smile: Isn't it equivalent to a grandson.

So we went down the mountain together. Today is the fifteenth day of the first lunar month, the traditional Lantern Festival, and dumplings are made as usual in the morning.

When they came back, the family had already wrapped the dumplings, set off two hanging firecrackers, and started to eat.

Dumplings are stuffed with celery meat and leek eggs, which were cooked in two pots in total.

Liu Qingshan found out that Hai Mingzhu's appetite is really not small, anyway, the eldest sister, the second sister, the old sister and the three sisters together, it is not bad to be able to withstand her.

If someone is married to be a wife, the family will not be poor?

Liu Qingshan began to worry about eating radishes salty.

But he can still understand it, because he is like that too, he is a trainee, who is laughing at who?

After dinner, Liu Qingshan got busy. On the fifteenth day of the first lunar month, of course, he made ice lanterns.

However, this lamp was not lit at home, but was sent to my father's grave.

On the fifteenth day of the first lunar month, it is also a local custom to give lanterns to deceased ancestors.

It is relatively simple to make an ice lamp. Find a clean feeder, fill most of the cold water, and put it in a shaded place, and the water in the bucket will slowly freeze.

Usually, the edge of the bucket starts to freeze first, and when it is more than an inch thick, the water that is not frozen in the middle is poured out.

Because the buckets like Feed Luo are thinner at the bottom and thicker at the top, so just turn it upside down and buckle it up, and the hollow ice cubes inside can be taken out.

At that time, light a candle inside the ice cube, and a crystal ice lantern will be ready.

After dinner, Liu Qingshan hugged Bing Tuozi with a white candle in his pocket, followed the villagers and walked to the cemetery.

As long as it is not extinct, every household will send lights.

When we arrived at the place, the sky was also darkened, and the bright ice lanterns were lit, and the stars in the cemetery also became brighter.

Liu Qingshan stood in front of his father's grave, muttered softly, and then followed everyone back to the village.

After walking more than a mile, he looked back and saw that the stars were lit up like a dream.

This little bit of light seems to penetrate into another world, dispel the darkness and bring light...

Back in the village, every household was brightly lit, and the little boys had long been carrying small lanterns and began to dangle on the avenue.

Occasionally, there are those who have a lot of heart. They keep the firecrackers during the New Year hidden and put them under the kang piano at home to prevent the tide from returning, and then keep them until this time.

The crisp sound of Xiao Yangbian made the other children greedy.

Most of the children can't help the temptation of firecrackers. They have already burst into flames, so can they stay until this time?

Throw the lights!

The children let out a cry, only to see the yard of the car owner's house blazing brightly, illuminating half of the sky.

Then he saw the owner of the car use a shovel to pick up a blazing fire, and from his yard, he spread a pile every three or five meters, and spread it all the way to the road.

There was a smell of kerosene in the air.

This is made of sawdust or something, mixed with kerosene and ignited, and then sprinkled into piles.

It is said that it is to guide the way for the deceased ancestors and tell them to go home and see, and the future generations will live a prosperous life, so they can rest assured.

Brother, let's go home and cast the lights, shall we?

The little 4th tugged on Liu Qingshan's clothes. The little girl was still young, so she didn't know much, but she only knew how good it was to put the lights on.

By the time Liu Qingshan led the fourth and fifth children home, the mother had already used a broken laundry tub to pack the sawdust mixed with kerosene.

The task of igniting was naturally accomplished by the eldest son, Liu Qingshan.

A match was thrown, and with a whimper, a flame more than one meter high jumped up.

So prosperous!

Really prosperous!

Under the light of the fire, the fourth and fifth youngest blushed and jumped high.

Liu Qingshan pushed the laundry tub with a shovel, and then started throwing lights with a shovel. In his own yard, as well as in his grandfather's yard, and finally all the way to the road, there were blazing fires.

Standing at the gate, Liu Shikui was also muttering, what bless his descendants to prosper and prosper.

After grandpa finished talking, Liu Qingshan took out a schoolbag from the room, and also carried a few magic bullets in his hand, which he brought back from Spring City.

This is fun!

Hai Mingzhu grabbed the magic bullet unceremoniously, and then sent it to Yang Hongying and Liu Yinfeng. Of course, her refreshing temperament quickly became familiar.

Swish swish, the magic bomb lifted into the sky, and the moon complemented each other, immediately attracting all the little dolls in the village.

Liu Qingshan started to turn things out from the bag, a few single-cylinder fireworks, the thickness of a child's arm, even the high-end goods of this era.

Sitting the paper tube on the ground, ignited the lead, and sprayed out fireworks one or two meters high, which spread out to the surrounding, as gorgeous as fire trees and silver flowers, causing the children to cheer.

These little guys were still running around in the fireworks, shouting, jumping, and the fire was shining, reflecting the excited and cheerful faces.

The corners of Liu Qingshan's mouth twitched slightly: This is the atmosphere that a festival should have.

But while laughing and crying, someone suddenly started to cry.

I saw Er Xiaozi crying and slapping the sleeves of his clothes: A hole is burned, and a hole is burned in the new clothes!

The new clothes were burnt out just after wearing them for half a month, and they would definitely suffer from a broom when they came home.

Lin Zhi smiled and dragged Er Zhizi into the room, found a piece of cloth similar to his coat, put it in the clothes, picked up the needle and thread, and ran densely back and forth several times.

When the second child wears it again, if you don't look carefully, you won't be able to see it.

This guy burst into laughter and went out to watch the flowers, but when he got outside, he howled again: the fireworks are all finished.

Don't cry, quickly take your little lantern and find those little friends.

Liu Qingshan stuffed a small foreign whip into his pocket, and Er Xiaozi clutched his pocket tightly and ran away.

The sadness of a child is so short, and the happiness is so easily satisfied.

Liu Qingshan feels that people in this era are a little poorer, but their sense of happiness is generally stronger. In the final analysis, it is because they are easy to satisfy, right?

Those who are content are always happy.

Lin Zhi, on the other hand, held a wicker stick and pulled it on the piles of sawdust, and the small fires became vigorous again.

The firelight reflected on his mother's face, and Liu Qingshan could feel the longing in his mother's eyes.

ah!

Lin Zhi suddenly let out an exclamation, and stretched out her finger to the door.

I saw a fiery red figure in the light, walking slowly towards the yard with elegant steps.

It seems like an elves in the dark night, stepping on the moon and descending to the world.

A smile appeared on Lin Zhi's face: Sanfeng, there is a bowl of Yuanxiao on the shelf. Take it out and eat it. Today is the Lantern Festival!

Liu Qingshan blinked, but still ran into the house obediently, thinking in his heart: Do you want to pour another two or two wines?

Wang Wang!

The big yellow dog in the family barked angrily at the fox. It didn't bark at all, but it was probably jealous at the moment: Lao Tzu faithfully looked after the house and cared for the home, and he didn't even eat the Lantern Festival!

There are more than a dozen yuanxiao in a bowl, and the fire fox stopped eating after eating about half of it, and the rest, of course, was cheaper than the big yellow dog.

Fire Fox raised his triangular head and looked towards Lin Zhi's mother and son.

Its eyes are squinting, giving people the illusion that the fox seems to be smiling.

Lin Zhi took a few steps forward, and stretched her trembling arms towards the fox.

The fox didn't even hide, let Lin Zhi touch the top of its head a few times, and then flicked its big tail, disappearing into the night just like when it came.

In the courtyard, only Lin Zhi and Liu Qingshan's mother and son stared at each other for a long time...