Hello, 1983

A big wild boar weighing more than 200 catties produced about 140 catties of pork.

In addition to eating more than 40 catties on the mountain, he left more than 10 catties for the dumb grandpa, and the rest was brought back to the village, and each family also shared more than 2 catties.

A big wild boar, the whole village followed to relieve their cravings.

And Er Zizi's famous saying planting trees and eating meat was remembered by the children and turned into the driving force for them to plant trees.

The felled wood was also carried down the mountain by everyone, and then pulled by horse-drawn carts, transported back to the village, and stacked in the large courtyard in front of the production team.

Rows of shelves have been set up here, the kind with a crossbar in the middle.

The pieces of wood that were transported back began to be put on the shelves, crossed into a cross, and erected diagonally on both sides of the crossbar.

This facilitates ventilation and makes the most efficient use of space. In the future, even if the fungus segment enters the greenhouse, this structure will basically be adopted.

The wood sections that are set up can be used after drying for about half a month.

In the next few days, the idle people in the village joined in this work, going back and forth between the village and the mountains every day, and the pieces of wood that were one and a half meters long were continuously transported back.

Of course, cutting one kind of three is already planned. This month is the golden season for tree planting, so in addition to cutting down trees, it is planting trees, and there is no leisure time.

It was not until the 4th day that work was closed for one day, because this day was the traditional Qingming Festival, and everyone went to the graves to sweep the graves and cherish the memory of their ancestors.

The elementary school that Yang Hongying manages also takes a day off at the right time. She has the final say in the school anyway.

In the morning, Liu Qingshan returned from the mountains, followed by a cheerful mute grandpa.

After the old man entered the door, he first went to see the little fire lying in the yo-car, and his mouth was still babbling, teasing the little baby inside.

It can be seen that the dumb grandpa likes children very much.

A thought suddenly popped into Liu Qingshan's mind: Master is not yet sixty years old, and his body is so strong, if he finds a wife, maybe he can really give birth to a younger brother.

No, there is no problem with Master, but it is hard to find a wife. If a woman is over forty-five years old and wants to have another child, it will be more dangerous.

Is it difficult,

Want to help Master find a young man?

I can only think about this thought in my heart. It is estimated that if I say it, even the master will have to beat him, so let's look at the future opportunities.

On Qingming Festival, according to local customs, dumplings are made, and dumplings filled with sauerkraut are also made.

There is also a particular point about this. Tomb-sweeping Day is to miss relatives who have passed away, and of course it is sad.

Lin Zhi kept the wild boar that she distributed two days ago, so she was going to make dumplings today.

The sauerkraut tank has also been cleaned a long time ago. As the weather warms up, if the sauerkraut water in the sauerkraut tank is not cleaned out, it will stink.

The sauerkraut that was fished out was placed in a large pottery pot and placed in a cool place down the house, with water added to it, and it could still be eaten as it was.

When the dumplings were out of the pot, Lin Zhi finally took out a hedge and placed it behind the pot table, even if it was a tribute to his ancestors.

Sure enough, when everyone was eating dumplings, there were a few crackles from the glass window, and then Lin Zhi ran out happily and gave the cold dumplings on the pot table to the fire fox to eat.

This is learning to knock on the window, right?

Liu Qingshan was also speechless, and a lyric suddenly popped up in his mind: Who is knocking on my window, who is twitching the strings...

After having breakfast and cleaning up, Lin Zhi decided to go to the grave.

But he was stopped by Liu Qingshan: Mother, I'll just take the fourth and the fifth. You can help the eldest sister take care of the chicken coop at home.

It's not that he arranges work for his mother, the main reason is that he knows that if he goes to the cemetery, his mother will definitely be sad.

Liu Jinfeng also understood in seconds, and quickly took over the words: Yes, mother, I take care of Xiaohuo, chickens, and these eggs on the kang, I'm too busy.

Lin Zhi was stunned for a while, but she nodded in agreement.

So Liu Qingshan took the two children out. They didn't plan to go to the cemetery to burn paper, they just brought incense and candle offerings.

At this time, the withered grass on the meadow is completely dry, and the spring breeze is strong. If there is a mountain fire, it will be troublesome.

Unexpectedly, the dumb grandpa also gestured a few times and wanted to go with him.

Only then did Liu Qingshan realize that the dumb grandfather was also from Jiapigou, and he also had relatives buried in the old tomb, so he also helped the master and prepared another offering.

The fourth and fifth were still carrying small baskets with knife heads in them. They discussed that when they came back, they would dig some wild vegetables. They were really two capable little guys.

When I left the village, I saw many villagers who came and went on the road. Those who went early have already returned.

Uncle Pole, Aunt Cuihua, you are early.

Liu Qingshan greeted the three people who came back, while the fourth and the fifth held hands with Zhang Xiaoman.

It can be seen that Zhang Ganzi has undergone obvious changes. He used to be an old errand runner, and he was sloppy.

Now that she has a wife, her clothes and hats look much more regular, but the lazy smile on her face is still the same.

I'm not leading their mother-in-law and recognizing their ancestors.

After finishing speaking, he pointed at Zhang Xiaoman: Although it is not my own, but since she entered my house, she will be treated as a daughter.

I don't want to talk anymore, I have to hurry up and go back to the pig farm to feed the pigs.

Looking at Zhang Ganzi's family of three, rushing to the village, Liu Qingshan's mouth also had a smile: This little day is a good one.

Several people continued to walk forward.

The fourth brother shook the antenna pigtails on his head, his voice was crisp and sweet, reciting poems was like singing, and it was pleasant to listen to:

The grass on the Lili Plain, withering every year. Wildfire... wow, brother, the front is on fire!

Liu Qingshan also discovered that in the direction of the cemetery, thick smoke billowed, and a line of fire was rapidly extending to the distance along the wind.

The dumb grandfather has long since rushed forward.

Fourth and fifth, you go back to the village to call people, don't go to the fire scene!

Liu Qingshan instructed, put the things in his hand on the side of the road, and then chased the master away.

He was unprepared because he was worried that burning paper would cause wildfires.

I can't think of what to be afraid of, but someone accidentally started a fire.

This month is dry and dry. Once it catches fire, it is most likely to burn the company camp. If it continues to burn to the mountain, it will be bad.

Other trees are better, if the larch and the like on the mountain are set on fire, there is really no help.

No, haven't you sang a fire in winter yet?

Liu Qingshan was thinking wildly in his head, but he was running all the way under his feet. Even so, he was pulled farther and farther by the master in front of him.

Running and running, there were a few broken small trees on the road ahead, Liu Qingshan picked one up, he guessed, these should be made by Master.

The trunk of the tree has the thickness of an egg, which is suitable for holding it in the hand. The tree is like a big broom, and it should also be very useful for extinguishing fires.

Liu Qingshan put Xiaoshu on the shoulder and continued to charge forward.

Soon a few more people were thrown, all of them were going to the grave or coming back, and they all carried similar small trees and shovels, and rushed towards the fire.

The shovel should have been brought to fill the grave, but it was unexpectedly used to fight the fire.

People who live near the woods all know the importance of forest fire prevention. In this situation, no one is a deserter.

When Liu Qingshan caught up with the line of fire, he saw that the mute master had already swung the small tree and slapped it on the ground.

However, there is still a cloud of green smoke, and it can be revived at any time.

Liu Qingshan also followed suit, and the small tree in his hand began to beat on the line of fire.

The ground is covered with a layer of withered grass, which burns when it is overheated, and when it is blown by the wind, the moving speed of the line of fire is very fast, similar to the speed of a person running fast.

The only good thing is that this place is all barren, there are no trees for now, and there are few combustibles, so the fire is not big.

Liu Qingshan tried his best to flick the flames, and he didn't forget to look around. When he saw that the people behind him were catching up, he shouted:

Forget about the south and west, keep the north and east!

As soon as everyone heard it, they immediately woke up. In the southwest direction, a few hundred meters away is the dark earth. Even if the wildfire burns to the ground, it will be extinguished, so don't worry too much.

The northeast two directions are close to the mountains and forests, and they should really be guarded.

The fire line has spread more than 200 meters, and six or seven people are obviously not enough. The most hateful thing is that some places that have just been extinguished soon reignited the flames, and the fire continued to spread.

If you take a shovel, go to the front of the reed pond to dig a separation zone. In any case, you can't let the fire pass through the reed pond!

Liu Qingshan shouted again. A few hundred meters to the north, there was a reed field that stretched for a mile or two.

After passing through the reeds, we reached the foot of the mountain, where the vegetation is lush and there are more combustibles. Once ignited, the fire will spread to the mountain, with unimaginable consequences.

It was Zhang Lao Liner and his two sons who took the shovel. Hearing this, they immediately carried the shovel and ran towards the reeds in the north.

There are still too few people. If the whole village is dispatched and an isolation belt is opened, the fire can be controlled.

Looking back in the direction of the village, far away, there seems to be a crowd rushing over.

Liu Qingshan calmed down a little and continued to wave his arms violently. Now his arms have long been numb, and his movements have become mechanical.

While walking, I suddenly felt hot under my feet, I looked down, my good fellow, the cloth shoes on my feet were smoking.

After slashing his feet a few times, Liu Qingshan continued to chase the line of fire, ignoring the burnt holes in his shoes.

Suddenly, I saw a black shadow flashing in front of my eyes, lying on the ground and rolling forward.

The rolling area of ​​the body is relatively large, and the speed is also fast. All the way, the flames are extinguished, and the effect is surprisingly good.

Uncle Rod!

Liu Qingshan saw clearly that the man was Zhang Ganzi and returned.

And this guy seemed to be desperate, he didn't even care about setting himself on fire, and started rolling on the ground.

Qingshan, I'm rolling in front, you're rushing behind!

Zhang Ganzi's roar came, and Liu Qingshan found that there was steam coming from his body, obviously he had planned on the way to run, and he didn't know that he rolled in that ditch.

Uncle Pole, great!

Liu Qingshan also gave a sincere compliment, and then tried his best to put out the remaining fire. The two of them cooperated, and the speed was extremely fast, and soon a section of fire line of more than 20 meters was extinguished.

From the fireworks in front, there was another voice of Zhang Pole: It's all my fault, I was in a hurry to go back, and I rushed back before the paper ashes were completely extinguished, it's all my fault!

Zhang Ganzi's voice, accompanied by the whistling wind, came from the thick smoke and fire, full of self-blame and guilt. This mountain fire was most likely caused by him.

Uncle Pole, don't talk about this first, put out the fire and then talk about it.

Liu Qingshan hurried forward a few steps, the branches in his hand shot at Zhang Ganzi, and Zhang Ganzi's shirt began to burst into flames.