Hello, 1983

Looking at the big sika deer in front of him and the dozens of deer not far away, Liu Qingshan couldn't help grinning: Hey, are you here to eat big again?

A heavy snowfall blocks the mountains and forests. If the deer want to forage, they have to pick up the snow and find the moss and hay under the snow. Of course, it is more laborious.

It's better to eat ready-made, so the big sika deer brought the deer to the tooth sacrifice again.

Don't look at Liu Qingshan's chirping, as if he was reluctant, but in fact, his heart blossomed with joy.

The more frequently the herds come, the closer they are to being domesticated.

As usual, I sprinkled some large grains of salt, and this time I collected an extra dustpan of rice. The wild deer seldom can eat food, and they almost overwhelmed.

Soon, the fourth and fifth children also heard the news and got out of the quilt, dressed neatly and ran out.

The two little guys both put on winter clothes, put on cotton jackets and cotton trousers, with woolen knitted hats on their heads, and cotton hand stuffers on their hands, just like two little cotton balls.

Big deer!

Xiao Lao Si cheered and hugged the long face of the sika deer.

With these two little guys taking care of the deer, Liu Qingshan didn't need to worry about it, and ran up the mountain in a hurry.

The earth is white, and the mountains and forests in the distance are dark and long. The scene is very vast, as if the whole person's mind has become pure and open.

Oh oh oh!

Liu Qingshan couldn't help opening his throat and let out a long howl.

oooooooo...

There was really a response, which made Liu Qingshan shudder.

Howling in the snow is really scary to hear.

Fortunately, Master's unique whistle sounded again soon, and the wolf howling stopped abruptly.

Liu Qingshan couldn't help but fascinated: When will he be able to become the king of this mountain forest like Master did?

After running all the way to the woodcut, the master had already woken up, and the open space in front of the woodcut had been cleaned.

Liu Qingshan brought the food, oil, salt and other daily necessities to the house. As a result, Xiaohei, the little bear, hugged his thigh as usual. Liu Qingshan patted its head and asked, Master, when it comes to winter, not all bears are hibernating?

The mute grandfather gestured with a smile: he hid in the cave to sleep if he didn't eat or drink, but only the fools hibernated.

Hi, that's the truth.

After returning to the village after going down the mountain and having breakfast, more than 20 villagers gathered in the west of the village.

Several large carriages came, with bundles of rope and special tools for cutting reeds.

A sickle is also used to cut the reeds, but it is much larger than the common sickle used to cut wheat and millet.

The handle of the sickle is more than ten feet long, and it can only be lifted by holding it with both hands.

The head of the sickle in front is also nearly two feet. Because the reed is relatively light, it sweeps a large area.

This knife, has a special name, called the big samarium knife.

Liu Qingshan took it and tried it, feeling a bit like a death scythe.

Everyone jumped on the carriage and went straight to the meadow in the west. The carriage traveled more than two miles, and could not get in any further. People carried all kinds of household items and ran to the big reed pond in front.

When there is a heavy snow, the ground freezes, and you don't have to worry about sinking when you walk on it.

Crunching, walking 100 meters on the snow, there is an endless reed field in front of it.

Playing with a big samarium knife is really not a job that ordinary people can do. In the Jiapi ditch, the best one is Zhang Dashuai, who is short in stature.

I saw that he threw off his arms and slashed down with a slash. The blade of the blade was against the snow skin, and with a rustling sound, a piece of reed fell in response.

The reed stubble left is neat and tidy. If you measure it with a ruler, it must be even on one side.

Shua, Shua, Zhang Dashuai is knife after knife, the direction of the reed falling is exactly the same, and it is neatly spread on the ground, which is also convenient for the people behind to tie it.

Even the good guys in the village were convinced, and if they were replaced, maybe after the big samarium knife was swung, it would stab into the snow shell, which would not only affect the speed, but also easily damage the blade.

At the beginning, only a few people separated and played the big samarium knife. Others could only watch first, and wait until the front cut the piece before it was their turn to play, so they chatted in the back.

Da Zhangluo opened his mouth first: You know why Dashuai is so good at playing the big samarium knife, just because he has a low chassis and doesn't need a cat waist. If you want Dashuai to cut reeds on stilts, you must also have to waste.

Everyone laughed, Dashuai Zhang waved his knife, and his mouth was not idle: Da Zhangluo, you don't need to be stupid, I'll slap the grass and hit the rabbits in a while, cut your ankles, and call me directly. You go home on stilts!

As soon as he finished speaking, he heard a hula from the reeds in front of him, and a group of big birds flew into the air.

pheasant!

Someone shouted.

Liu Qingshan looked up and saw that it was indeed a group of colorful pheasants, more than a dozen of them, flapping their wings, but they couldn't fly very high.

Come on a few who can run, chase the pheasants with me, and improve the food in the afternoon!

A shout sounded, and it was Zhang Shuzi who took the lead in chasing in the direction the pheasants flew away.

Immediately behind, five or six and a half young men followed. Anyway, it was not their turn to work yet, in case they did arrive.

Liu Qingshan had done this kind of thing before, and it was a little itchy, and he also jumped out.

The most important thing is that he is going to catch a few live ones back to see if he can enrich the new breeds for the eldest sister's chicken farm.

Breeding laying hens is just the beginning, and will gradually turn to special breeding in the future: pheasants, quails, half a catty of sand, flying dragons...

The more Liu Qingshan thought about it, the more he got ahead, and the pace under his feet seemed to be much lighter.

Are pheasants good to chase?

Of course, it's not good. Although the flying ability is a little worse, it has long wings after all. Moreover, people run on the snow, one foot deep and one foot shallow, which consumes a lot.

So can the pheasants be driven?

Of course, it can be pushed up, as long as you have enough energy, don't run too fast, keep chasing the pheasants, and don't let them fall to the ground to rest, then they will definitely be pushed up.

There is an old local saying: A pheasant can't fly three knots.

How far is a section of land, this is not certain, generally speaking, it looks like three or five hundred meters.

Because in their place, at intervals, several rows of trees are planted in the field, called tree belts, which are used as windbreaks, and the distance between the two tree belts is a field.

Running and running, Liu Qingshan unknowingly caught up with Zhang Bizi, and soon overtook him.

Qingshan, don't let the pheasant land!

From behind came the voice of Zhang Guizi panting.

Liu Qingshan nodded, and then shouted: Don't move, police!

Behind him, Zhang Zizi was stunned for a moment: What does this have to do with the police? Are pheasants also afraid of the police?

In this way, Liu Qingshan took the lead, running, screaming in his mouth, so frightened that the pheasants flying in front didn't dare to stop at all, and fluttered his wings to fly forward.

After running out for more than two miles, the pheasant could not fly a little and was forced to land.

Just wanted to take a breath, but Liu Qingshan caught up behind him, accompanied by a strange cry, so frightened that the pheasant took off again.

This time, the pheasant flew even harder, and within 500 meters, it made another forced landing.

Liu Qingshan rushed to the horse and looked around, but he saw white snow and sparse weeds, and there was no sign of pheasants.

After further searching, I finally found the clue.

Liu Qingshan couldn't help laughing at the long feathers on the tails of a few pheasants exposed outside a snow shell: Now the fox's tail is exposed.

No, it should be said that the pheasant tail is exposed, haha!

The situation in front of me can best be described in one sentence: the drill bit ignores the glutes.

It seems that ostriches also have this habit. Is this a common problem with birds?

While thinking about it, Liu Qingshan put his hand into the snow shell. This should be a ditch or something, so the snow is relatively deep.

Soon he could feel the fluffy pheasant, with a hint of warmth, and he could even feel the pheasant's rapidly quivering heartbeat.

Come out!

Liu Qingshan pulled the pheasant out of the snow, it was a male.

This guy is quite fierce, he stretched out his mouth and pecked Liu Qingshan's arm violently, struggling to the death.

He was wearing a padded jacket, of course he couldn't peck through it. Liu Qingshan held the two wings of the pheasant, twisted it lightly, pinned the two wings together, and then threw them on the snow, the pheasant was only left to flap. .

At this time, Zhang Guizi also came. This guy is obviously also a veteran of pheasant. When he saw Xuehuzi, his eyes lit up and he opened it directly.

After all, when the pheasant digs into the snow, it will still leave traces on the surface.

What Zhang Guizi took out was a female one. The feathers on her body were not bright at all, and her body size was also smaller.

He also pinned the pheasant's wings on, and then continued to dig out the pheasant excitedly, and said with a whimper:

Qingshan, you should run fast, or else the pheasant will slow down, and it will take a while.

After they took out four or five pheasants, the large army behind them caught up and they all got started.

All hands and feet, all pheasants were caught alive, a total of twelve, and even their nests.

Enjoyed, go back and cook a big pot, we, more than 20 people, open our stomachs to eat!

The big head also seemed very excited, feeling the greedy worms in his stomach began to growl.

I've eaten something stupid, I'll take it back and keep it.

As a result, what Liu Qingshan said, told everyone to immediately feel cold. If it was someone else, this group of young people would definitely not agree, but now that Xiaoshanzi has established a prestige in the village, everyone will not say a word.

You can't eat pheasants, let's stew pork, I'll pay, you can ride a bicycle to the commune, and buy a few pounds of pork.

Liu Qingshan took out a five-yuan bill from his pocket, commonly known as a steel worker, and handed it to the big head.

Big head scratching his head: Sanfeng'er, how can I ask you to pay for work in the cooperative?

Even if I paid for these pheasants.

Liu Qingshan knew that Datou was dead, and directly stuffed the five yuan into his pocket, then each carried two pheasants, lifted them upside down in the air, and returned triumphantly.

There are not so many people here for the time being, so Liu Qingshan simply called these half-boys directly to help send the pheasants home first.

The wings are twisted for a long time, the blood is blocked, and they are easily damaged.

Sister, what did I bring you back?

Liu Qingshan shouted from under the window, and Liu Jinfeng ran out in a hurry.

When she saw the pheasants that everyone was carrying, she shouted, I'll boil water to remove the pheasants, and stew them to treat you strong laborers.

Sister, do you really eat?

Liu Qingshan glared at him.

Isn't pheasant eaten?

There is nothing wrong with this. At this time, people don't even have the idea of ​​artificially feeding laying hens and broilers, let alone raising pheasants.

Sister, I mean, let's keep it first.

Sanfeng, you're stupid. Pheasants can't lay a few eggs a year. They're so small and their meat is too hot. It's better to raise little stupid chickens.

When the big head behind him heard it, he hurriedly handed the steel-making worker back: Sanfeng'er, let's still stew wild **.

————————————

Each one is updated enough. If you are satisfied with it, just give it a ticket. It is very important to read the data. Whether you can make a good recommendation next week and whether it can be put on the shelves depends entirely on the support of the readers. !