Hello, 1983

Several large carriages took the wicker sticks back to the village and distributed them to each family. They simply repaired the branches and removed the stalks, which could be used as racks.

In addition to the racks, Liu Qingshan also harvested dozens of Yang pull pots. After returning home, he took it out from his shoulder bag, slammed it, and threw it on the kang.

When it was time to eat, I baked it directly with salt in a wok, put it in a small half plate, and served it on the table.

When Liu Shikui saw it, his eyes lit up: This drink is just right.

The fourth and fifth have also eaten it, and they directly pinch one with their small hands and eat it.

After being baked in the pot for a while, there were cracks on the surface, and it was opened with a gentle break. Inside are golden-yellow worm pupae, which are fragrant and sweet in the mouth, with a hint of saltiness.

Sister, you can eat too.

Liu Qingshan smiled and grabbed a handful for Yang Hongying.

Yang Hongying looked at him suspiciously: Sanfeng'er, why do I think your smile is a little weird, like...

Like a fox.

The little elder took over the conversation.

Liu Qingshan wiped his face: How can I be such a loyal and honest person, how can I get involved with the fox.

Yang Hongying pouted, picked up a Yang pull can, and learned to eat one, um, it tastes really good.

After eating a few in a row, he asked: What is this made of, I have never eaten it before.

She probably didn't know what it was about spicy, so Liu Qingshan said twice:

It's nothing, this is the chrysalis. When the spring comes next year, a colorful caterpillar will crawl out of it.

While talking, he looked at Yang Hongying jokingly, waiting to see her change in color.

Unexpectedly, Yang Hongying snorted, picked up another one, and ate it: I've eaten ant eggs and bee pupae before, but none of them are as delicious.

This time, it was Liu Qingshan's turn to be stunned: Sister, you are too sturdy!

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The next day, each family began to put racks in the greenhouse. They were all veterans of farming. This little work is naturally not a problem. Who doesn't serve the small garden every year?

The only difference is to be a little careful not to poke a hole in the plastic sheet with a wicker stick.

Liu Qingshan's family is no exception, they are all busy in the greenhouse: Liu Qingshan is in charge of inserting frame bars, which are tied together in groups of four.

If it is in the open air, it is necessary to help a cross bar to connect and fix it.

It is saved in the greenhouse, there is no wind or waves, and there is no need to worry about blowing the cucumber rack down.

This wicker stalk has not been dried, and it will definitely sprout in a few days.

Lin Zhi was responsible for tying the cloth strips to the frame. She knew that the vitality of the wicker was extremely tenacious, and it could basically survive in the soil, not to mention the temperature and humidity in the greenhouse were very suitable.

That's just right for cold salad, and I eat it in winter and go to the fire.

Liu Jinfeng recently felt a little unappetizing, and the wicker buds were a little bitter. After blanching in water, they tasted fresh and should be quite suitable for her.

When Liu Qingshan heard it, his heart moved: What are you eating wicker sprouts? It's so bitter. At that time, I'll get eldest sister some prickly sprouts.

Thorn old bud is a very delicious wild vegetable in the mountains, but it will not germinate until spring.

By that time, my teeth will be greedy.

Liu Jinfeng also joked with his brother.

Liu Qingshan is not joking: Sister, what I said is true, it won't take a month, I'm sure I will let you eat the old thorn buds.

They were chatting while they were working, and they wandered over, and he gave guidance to each household, and finally came here.

After helping to finish planting the rest of the stalks, he looked at the cucumber seedlings that were already more than a foot tall, and said happily: This is almost blooming, and then we have to teach everyone to pollinate manually.

At this moment, the cucumbers grown in greenhouses are not the kind that can be parthenocarpic.

So it must be pollinated.

I don't need to think about it for the time being, I don't have it at all, so I can only use a small plush brush to manually pollinate one flower at a time.

This process, one after another, has to last for a period of time, which is too troublesome.

Liu Qingshan pondered for a while: Is it possible to pollinate naturally? Unfortunately, no one keeps bees in our village. Otherwise, if we put a box of bees in a shed, everything will be solved.

Yeah, I'm going to find the uncle of the boss. His eldest daughter is married to the forest guard brigade. Her parents' family is a beekeeper, and they cut linden honey every year.

Datou was also very inspired and ran away in a hurry.

After Liu Qingshan and the others finished building their own greenhouse, they had to put the grandfather's one on the shelf as well. When they entered the grandfather's greenhouse, they saw Liu Shikui holding a small watering can and watering a row of flowerpots.

This rose season is opening really well.

Liu Jinfeng leaned over to a large pink rose and took a deep breath. A faint aroma entered her nose, making her unable to help but close her eyes and ponder it for a long time.

Liu Shikui had a peaceful smile on his face: With this greenhouse this year, these flowers are blooming.

In the countryside of these years, it is rare to grow flowers in the house. The reason is that the house is not warm, and it is freezing cold in winter, and the flowers are frozen to death.

Grandpa, the family is prosperous, so the flowers will be more prosperous.

Liu Qingshan saw that the pots of Clivia were also lush, and the leaves were dark green and shiny, so he quickly took over the conversation.

Listening to this, the old man nodded his head with joy, and Liu Qingshan was also inspired: it seems that in the greenhouse, some nectar flowers must be planted in moderation, so that vegetables and bees can be grown without delay.

By the afternoon of the next day, Uncle Boss and the others happily used a carriage to pull back more than 20 bee boxes and distributed them to each household.

According to Da Zhangluo, who went with them, they said: the owner of the car owner was reluctant at first, but the uncle of the boss stared at him and wanted to bring his daughter back.

This is the father-in-law's husband, it's a bull fork.

Liu Qingshan also happily moved the beehive into the greenhouse. After opening the small door in front, he was relieved to hear the buzzing inside.

Because the climate here is cold in winter, the bee colony is also very difficult to survive in winter, and the number will plummet by more than half.

If there is no honey to be harvested, there is no food to eat, and the beekeepers have to regularly feed some sugar water or something. When the spring comes next year, there is basically no one out of ten.

However, their lives are also tenacious enough. As long as the climatic conditions are suitable, they will reproduce in large numbers and restart the cycle of life.

On the second day, when I entered the greenhouse again, I found that a small number of bees flew out and moved.

They were humming, busy on those reserved little flowers of peppers and tomatoes, and they were a bunch of hard-working little guys.

The vegetables in the greenhouse, under the eager expectation of the villagers, grew up little by little. By December, the celery was nearly a foot tall, the leeks were also a bunch long, and even the cucumbers were growing small. Cucumber twist.

The smiles on everyone's faces became more and more, and when there was nothing, they gathered together to study and discuss.

How long does it take for this dish to cut its head?

How much can you sell for a pound?

Is there anyone willing to pay for it?

After a few more snowfalls and the temperature dropped to minus 20 degrees at night, the stoves began to heat up in the greenhouse.

Some people simply built a simple wooden bed in the greenhouse and slept directly in the greenhouse.

This is much warmer than sleeping in the house.

At this time in previous years, the winter leisure time has long been entered, and the local saying is called Cat Dong'er.

This year is a bit hectic. Whether it is a pig farm or a greenhouse, there is a lot of work to do.

Although I can't relax, but watching the vegetables in the greenhouse grow taller day by day, no one is tired of making noise.

When a peasant, who is afraid of being tired, they are afraid of poverty!

This month is also the happiest time for children, because as soon as December begins, it is time to kill pigs!

It takes a lot of the morning to kill New Year pigs here, basically a month or two in advance, because after the weather is cold, the fat pigs in the pigpen will basically not grow fat.

The food eaten every day is not enough to resist the cold consumption, so feeding it again is a waste of food.

Of course, there is another situation in the pig house in the greenhouse. Those piglets have grown into half-adults, and they grow meat every day.

The captain's aunt weighs it from time to time. According to her, on average, a pig can gain about a pound and a half every day.

According to this trend, a large number of slaughtered pigs will be released just before the Spring Festival. Except for the reserved breeding pigs and sows, the rest can basically be sold.

On December 4th, early in the morning, Liu Qingshan went to the mountain for a morning exercise and invited Master back, because today his family wanted to kill pigs, and the Jiapigou family also used the knife.

There is actually a particular point here. Generally, everyone is not very willing to kill pigs first.

When pigs are killed in the countryside, neighbors, relatives and friends, as well as the rich and powerful in the village, all have to call for help, and eat pork by the way, and there are several tables at a time.

Think about it, everyone has been boiling this stomach for almost a year, and the oil and water have been boiled dry long ago, and it is hard to eat pork.

After eating a few of them one after another, I was basically able to withstand the food, so the owner who killed pigs later could save some money.

Liu Qingshan doesn't care about this.

After breakfast, many villagers strolled to his house, and a large wooden case had been set up in the courtyard. This is the guillotine of the big fat pig.

It happened to be Sunday, and many little kids also came to watch the fun, and the fourth and fifth were also busy, lighting cigarettes and handing fires to the guests who came.

The little children were all jumping and dancing, and the four tigers were still muttering: Children, don't cry, you will kill the pigs in the twelfth lunar month.

Next to him, there are two scorpions: Children, don't be greedy, after Laba is the New Year!

Killing pigs and Chinese New Year are probably the things they look forward to the most.

Of course, it was Zhang Dashuai who handled the knife. He wore a furry dog-skin hat on his head and a slap-wide strap around his waist. He was majestic and murderous.

There was a greasy leather scabbard on top of the strip, and inside was the battle-hardened butchering knife.

This knife, I don't know how many pigs it stabbed, it is estimated that even if the second senior brother saw it, his legs would tremble.

On the big stove outside, a pot of boiling water had already been boiled, and everything was ready. Zhang Dashuai took off the dog skin hat and hung it on the grill, revealing a bright bald head.

He slapped the belt on his waist, and he shouted, Move the knife!

Liu Qingshan couldn't help but want to laugh when he saw it: Why is this a bit like Mr. Bao shouting at the guillotine?

Ahhhhhh!

He couldn't help but sneezed a few times, rubbed his nose, and thought to himself: who is talking about me?

Just when Liu Qingshan was busy killing pigs, he didn't know that someone was really looking for him, and they were going crazy.