However, after spending time with my son for a long time, I suddenly couldn't bear it. If possible, I really want my son to stay at home all the time.

However, she also knew very well that children, when they grow up, always have to fly by themselves. How can young people live a good life in the future if they don’t take advantage of the good times now?

Liu Qingshan looked up at his somewhat disappointed mother, nodded, and said in a deep voice: "Well, yes, I'm going to work outside. Mom, don't always quarrel with my dad at home."

Liu Yuanhe, who had just cut the green onions, felt uncomfortable when he heard his son say he was going to go far.

Although the father and son quarreled every day at home, no matter what, the father and son are father and son, and no matter how many times they quarrel, they are father and son.

The son suddenly said he was going to work in another place. He, a father, could not have had any emotional changes.

He stood there in a daze and asked with a strange discomfort: "When will you set out? Are you still going to the construction site?"

Wu Cuimei also locked her brows and said worriedly: "Qingshan, no matter what work you do, it would be best if you can get closer to home."

Upon hearing this, Liu Yuanhe quickly followed and said, "Yes, if you are closer to home, you can come back whenever you want to come back. If you miss your mother and the oil tea at home, you can come back. You see, you have bought a car now, which is very convenient. If you are close to home, it is best to drive an hour to go home."

Seeing that my parents looked a little sad and were reluctant to leave their words, Liu Qingshan's goal was achieved.

He suddenly laughed: "Haha, Dad, Mom, I'm kidding you. I won't go to work. I won't go to work in other places anymore. I'll work in our village."

The reason why he just said he was going to work was actually because he wanted to see how his parents reacted.

Unexpectedly, the couple still couldn't bear to part with them. Haha!

"Don't go to work?" Wu Cuimei's sadness swept away, and instead she was puzzled, "Qingshan, if you don't go to work, what are you doing at home?"

"You can do whatever you make money," said Liu Qingshan. "Such a big forest and so many mountains, there are so many things that can make money."

"But everyone else is going to work." Wu Cuimei said worriedly, "Young people should go out and try it out. What future can you have when you stay in this mountain like this?"

Liu Qingshan was speechless: "Mom, who said that you would be out of luck if you stay in the mountains? When I went home last year, I didn't have much money, but after working hard for several months, I even bought a car. It turns out that as long as I work hard, I can make money at home."

That's right, but Wu Cuimei still thinks that young people should work hard in big cities.

After all, there are many girls in big cities, so the chances of finding a partner are higher.

She expressed her thoughts.

This idea made Liu Qingshan reluctant to agree: "Mom, don't think about it. As long as you have the ability, you can find a wife no matter where you are."

"But, if you go to a big city, there will be more opportunities." Wu Cuimei advised.

Liu Qingshan was amused and crying: "No matter how many opportunities there are, I can only marry a wife. Mom, I have decided not to persuade me. After dinner, I will go to the mountain to work."

"What kind of work should I do in the mountains today?" In Liu Yuanhe's concept, the first lunar month is still the New Year, and it is only in the second month of the lunar calendar that the New Year is over.

So, what can I do when I go to the mountain during the New Year?

Liu Qingshan said: "Well, the cinnabar root sold well at the end of last year. I will dig some more. In this way, by the end of the year, I might make another profit."

However, Liu Qingshan’s goal this time is clear. He will not dig when he sees cinnabar roots like before. This time he will dig selectively, only dig the big ones, and only the small ones will stay in the mountains first.

When I was selling cinnabar roots at the end of last year, Liu Qingshan had already tasted the sweetness of the large cinnabar roots. This large cinnabar root can support more than ten small cinnabar roots. So, either if you don’t dig, you will dig the big ones.

After dinner, Liu Qingshan brought the tools into the mountain.

Although it is still the first month of the year, in such a warm climate like spring, spring always comes particularly early and more obvious.

As soon as he walked into the mountains, or as his eyes were exhausted from the red tape, Liu Qingshan had already discovered the traces of spring as soon as he left the village.

The tender green moss on the old walls, weeds sprouting from the roadside, or the morning breeze with the smell of mud...

All of this is the mark of the arrival of spring.

Spring in the mountains is different from spring in the city.

The biggest change in spring in the city is probably the change in people's clothes, while the biggest change in spring in the mountains is hidden in every corner.

Because I am familiar with the mountains that are extremely familiar with, it is difficult to notice that if I don’t look closely, it is still a bit cold in the first month of the year, and spring has actually come.

It comes quietly.

The reason why it is said to be quiet is that the spring thunder has not arrived yet.

People always think that spring thunder is a firecracker for welcoming spring, but it is not.

Spring has already arrived when the two words "Spring Festival" appeared in the mountains in various forms.

The fiery red door couplet is spring, the firecracker paper coats spread all over the floor are spring, and even the red envelopes held in the children's hands are spring.

The Spring Festival is the beginning of spring.

Just like this mountain, whenever you see a new sprout, it will be spring.

People's spring lies in the warming climate, and the spring in the mountains lies in the replacement of new clothes.

When they fade away the dark green of autumn and winter and change into a little delicate blue color, spring has already settled in these mountains.

Liu Qingshan walked all the way to the mountains, and all the new greens were filled with all kinds of new greens.

Apart from the tender yellow and bright green, the sky on the top of the mountain is no longer as high as autumn and winter.

The blue sky seemed like a huge piece of jade, crystal clear, round and gentle, as if it was right in front of you, and you could touch it with your hand.

It looks like a beautiful jade, and it looks like a mirror.

And the rising sun, which had just emerged from the top of the mountain in the southeast, was the shy beauty in the mirror. She applied light rouge, lowered her head and smiled slightly, with a happy face.

Her gentle eyes floated gracefully on the hillside and in the fields. In the world, it seemed that only her charming smile was left.

The branches of the wintersweet trees at the end of the village are as strong and powerful as steel and iron cast. On the steep and powerful branches, the wintersweet flowers that are proud of frost and snow are as rare as morning stars. The tender yellow shadows smile under the gentle gaze of the rising sun, and mischievously accompanied the loquat flowers dotted among the dark green leaves of the loquat trees beside them.

As the breeze passes, the faint fragrance of wintersweet is like the slight sound of nature coming from the distant sky, appearing and disappearing.

The gray-yellow path is melodious and twisty, hiding among the weeds and shrubs that are exploring the roadside, and it is also looming. It is like a deep strip of cloth silenced on the hillside, imprisoning the new green of this mountain on the hillside, as if afraid that spring will run away.

On the uneven road surface, some stones of various colors will occasionally appear. When you step on them gently, it will make a subtle sound, as if you are breathing or chanting.

Echoing this shallow chant is the mountain spring that warms up unconsciously. The shallow spring water is tender and soft, and the delicate trickle of flowing gently contains a ray of shyness that makes people fascinate.

In the clear water, it seemed a little monotonous, a little lonely, and a little deserted. I searched carefully for a long time, but I didn’t see any traces of fish and shrimps playing and having fun.

When the water is clear, there will be no fish, and I don’t know whether it is true or false.

However, there was no bleak look on both sides of the stream. The grass vines staring at the trickling stream on both sides were the grass and vines that were reviving in spring. They embraced the slowly flowing streams on both sides, making the streams of this mountain a clear and graceful poem.

In fact, it is more like a fresh and melodious mountain tune, and also a hymn of spring.
Chapter completed!