Before lunch, Liu Qingshan called the boss who delivered cement last time and asked the boss to send him a few bags of cement and some stainless steel pipes.

After lunch, Liu Qingshan brought these things to the pit site.

The pit is close to the mountain, and the mountain next to it is quite vast. The stream is in the gables on both sides next to the mountain. The water vapor evaporates into the air, which will definitely bring enough moisture to this mountain. Therefore, it is best to build a sunshade for the growth of cinnabar roots.

Building a sunshade, whether complex or simple, requires poles that support the sunshade net.

Among them, the poles that lie under the sunshade net can be made of bamboo, but it is better to use vertical poles buried in the ground with longer service life.

After all, either you don’t do it. Since you have to do it, you naturally have to do it better.

However, because we are uncertain whether we will continue to use the sunshade in the future, it is not necessary to create the best sunshade. After all, if we do not plant cinnabar roots later, the sunshade will appear redundant and may become an hindrance.

Therefore, bamboo is enough for the horizontal bar of the awning, but for the vertical bar, steel pipes are still required.

Vertical poles can not only be used to build awnings. After the awning is removed, vertical poles will neither become a sunscreen, but may also have other uses, such as crawling plants, erecting water pipes, erecting wires, etc.

To make steel pipes a vertical pole with a long service life, cement and sand must be used.

Before this, Liu Qingshan first dug a few holes in the field, then mixed the cement sand, then poured the cement mortar into the soil pit and buried the steel pipes.

These jobs seem to be a lot of work, but they are nothing for Liu Qingshan.

In an afternoon, he not only prepared the awning, but also moved all the cinnabar roots that were originally placed in the patio here.

At the same time, water pipes were used to connect water from the top of the stream and sprayed and watered the cinnabar roots directly.

The patio has been emptied. Liu Yuanhe looked at the patio that was covered with moss on the ground and felt a little lost: "Actually, it's good to put those cinnabar roots here."

At least in this way, you don’t have to face the smooth and greasy moss in the patio every day.

Liu Qingshan disagreed: "No, since I decided to continue digging cinnabar roots, I must manage them in a unified way. It is impossible to put some at home and some in the field. This is too troublesome to manage."

Liu Yuanhe looked at the empty and dirty patio and said oh.

Then he said, "Look at the empty patio of our house, it doesn't seem very hygienic. If there is a pot of bright red cinnabar roots placed in the patio, it will feel much more comfortable in an instant, don't you?"

This means that you bastard, after you get rid of the cinnabar roots, you will get me a pot of big ones back.

Liu Qingshan said funny: "Dad, you didn't dislike them very much before, and you even thought they blocked the light from the main hall."

"Haha, that's what happened before. Now after watching these little red fruits for a few days, I still think they are very beautiful and festive. Every day when I see the little red fruits, people will be happy."

When Liu Qingshan heard that his father, who had always been stubborn, had his attitude subtly changed by the cinnabar root, he instantly felt that the decision to dig cinnabar root was very correct.

If even my dad's natural slut can be changed by the lovely and festiveness of cinnabar root and a love heart, then there is no need to say anything else.

Although cinnabar roots have not been sold yet, Liu Qingshan has a good premonition that these cinnabar roots will definitely not worry about selling them.

However, the premise is that he can take good care of these cinnabar roots.

As long as they maintain their elegance and agility, it will not be difficult to sell at a good price.

Even if a large cinnabar root is sold for 100 yuan, he will dig a hundred trees, which will be 10,000 yuan.

Not to mention, the price of cinnabar root changes due to different appearance and shape. The bigger the cinnabar root, the higher the price.

By then, by the end of the year, if you sell the cinnabar root and the flowers of the year, you will definitely make a small profit.

Although you can earn thousands of dollars a day by digging yams and bamboo shoots before, that is not the case before. Now, when you dig yams and bamboo shoots, you probably won’t have a thousand dollars a day.

One is because the market is full, the price is affected, and the other is because the inventory in the mountains is sharply reduced, the harvest is affected.

According to the previous ratio, the villagers dig twenty kilograms of yam a day, and he can dig two hundred kilograms a day. Now the villagers dig a few kilograms of yam a day, even if he uses all his skills, he will probably only dig twenty or thirty kilograms.

Twenty or thirty kilograms of yam are only three or four hundred yuan, which is really not worth it.

Therefore, we should still focus on the cinnabar root that can make a long-term plan.

Cinnabar root is different from bamboo shoots and yam. Cinnabar root cannot be profitable once it is dug back, and it is naturally somewhat insufficient compared to the immediate returns of yam bamboo shoots.

However, this shortcoming is the advantage of cinnabar root. It can be used as a long-term investment. Even if it cannot be sold, there is no need to worry about it breaking or depreciating.

As long as it is still growing, its value will only become higher and higher, and will not become lower and lower like the yam and bamboo shoots that have been left for a long time.

Another point is that the cinnabar root is mine and cannot be taken away by others.

In this way, although you cannot see the profit immediately after digging cinnabar roots, Liu Qingshan is still full of passion.

Early in the morning, he went out before dawn.

Wu Cuimei had just gotten up and saw her son going out with a tool and a flashlight on his phone. She couldn't help but shout, "Qingshan, what are you doing? What time is this? Why are you doing so early?"

"Mom, I'm going to go into the mountain to dig cinnabar roots." Liu Qingshan turned around and looked at his mother and smiled. "My father gave him a far place and it took more than two hours to walk, so I want to set off early. In this way, it will take longer to dig three forks in the mountain, so I can dig more."

Seeing his young son working so hard, Wu Cuimei felt a little uncomfortable.

There are many boys of similar age to Qingshan in the village, and most of them have gone out to work. However, the parents of these people complained that after they come back from work, they have to sleep until three o'clock in the day before getting up for breakfast.

But what about her son? Before dawn, he was about to enter the mountain with a flashlight. How could this not make her, a mother, feel distressed?

"Qingshan, why don't you wait first, mom cooks you a pot of hot tea, drink it before going into the mountain." Wu Cuimei reminded with heartache, "It's winter now, and the mountains are cold. Drink more tea and your body will be more comfortable."

"Mom, no need. I just drank the oil tea cooked in the thermos pot yesterday morning. It's all the same. Don't worry, I'm in good health. I have to take a detour when I see the coldness in the mountains."

Liu Qingshan smiled, turned around and merged into the dark night.

Wu Cuimei looked at the light gradually moving away, feeling uncomfortable.

This kid is so hard.

I really hope that God will open his eyes to see how hard her son works and how hard her son is. Never injure any more harm to her son.

For example, encountering a wild boar, or encountering a big cat or something.

Don't do this.

Wu Cuimei stared at the dark night sky and prayed silently.

She had no choice but to go into the mountain with her son, so she could only pray.

After thinking about it, he quickly turned around and came to the main hall, pulled out three bamboo incense from the divine platform, lit it with a lighter, inserted it into the incense pot, then folded his hands together, and said to the divine platform: "Qingshan's grandparents, great grandma, and ancestors of the old Liu family, you must bless Qingshan to make him safe and healthy, and never encounter any danger. Our family is just a single seedling, so he must not have anything to do."

When Wu Cuimei thought about the fact that her son was almost stabbed through the butt by a wild boar, she felt chill all over.

If the wild boar was a little more fierce, his son would probably have to be a eunuch.
Chapter completed!