Chen Xiaofang stood up, looked at Liu Qingshan in the car, and asked without changing his face: "Didn't you see me hoeing the ground? What do I think you are doing?"

As he said that, he rolled his eyes fiercely.

Liu Qingshan smiled and said, "You are so heartless. I have helped you so much. I will meet you and say hello and you won't lose any piece of meat."

"No time." Chen Xiaofang replied, and continued to hoe the ground.

Liu Qingshan asked, "Chen Xiaofang, why didn't you dig bamboo shoots yesterday?"

Chen Xiaofang stopped again, thought for a while, and then replied: "The bitter bamboo shoots are not worth the money now, and there are too many people digging bamboo shoots, so it is difficult to dig too many bamboo shoots. After a day, it is only more than a hundred yuan for a long time, which is not cost-effective."

"More than 100 yuan is also money," said Liu Qingshan. "If you want to dig more bamboo shoots, then we will definitely dig more when we go to a farther mountain tomorrow."

"No." Chen Xiaofang refused without hesitation, "I'd better hoe the ground honestly. In a few days, I will plant peanuts. If you don't plant in spring or harvest in autumn, I don't want to waste the work in the field for that little money. Although peanuts are not valuable, as long as they are managed well, the family will not have to worry about the oil for a year. Although digging bamboo shoots can be sold immediately, no matter how much money is, it is not enough to spend. In this case, it's better to farm the land and manage the crops."

Liu Qingshan nodded and praised, "Well, it makes sense. But, you should start hoeing the ground now, isn't it too early?"

"It's getting late. My grandma is in poor health and I'm the only one working at home. There are so many fields at home and I don't know how to operate a tillage machine, so I have to hoe the ground slowly from now on, otherwise I will have to plant peanuts before hoeing the ground, so I can't get through it."

"Yes." Liu Qingshan nodded thoughtfully, "Then you can do it first, I'll go to the county town."

Liu Qingshan took a large cart of bamboo shoots to the county town, and went to many restaurants and restaurants. After a lot of talk, he even kept the price very low before selling all the bamboo shoots.

It's different now.

As the temperature rises, bamboo shoots have grown.

When bamboo shoots grow, you can see the bamboo shoots, and more people dig them.

This small county town has hundreds of villages. Although not every village has people dig bamboo shoots, in total, there are hundreds of people dig bamboo shoots.

In this way, with more bamboo shoots on the market, the competition will be greater and the prices will be suppressed very low.

Liu Qingshan’s bamboo shoots today are almost all sold at two yuan per pound.

In this way, the bamboo shoots that were dug for a day were sold for hundreds of kilograms, and they were only sold for more than 1,000 yuan.

When he returned to the car and counted the money, Liu Qingshan felt that the work of digging bamboo shoots would end here.

Moreover, without Chen Xiaofang's follower, it seems that digging bamboo shoots is not that interesting.

When he returned home, Liu Qingshan said helplessly: "Oh, it's difficult. Now the price of bamboo shoots is getting lower and lower. I only sold a thousand yuan today."

"That's only sold a thousand dollars for so many bamboo shoots?" Liu Yuanhe felt incredible, "That's hundreds of kilograms of bamboo shoots."

"Yes, what can I do? There are so many people digging bamboo shoots now, and the price of bamboo shoots is getting lower and lower day by day. Today, I can sell them for a thousand yuan, but in two days, I guess I can only sell them for a few hundred yuan." Liu Qingshan said helplessly.

"It's not bad for a few hundred yuan." Liu Yuanhedao, "Look at how many people can earn hundreds of yuan a day now."

Liu Qingshan shook his head: "That's right, but you have to know that if I dig bamboo shoots for a day and sell bamboo shoots for a day, the income from two days is only a few hundred yuan. In this way, it's only two or three hundred yuan a day a day, which is really boring."

Liu Qingshan now doesn't look down on the income of two or three hundred yuan this day.

Although this is still a good income among the ordinary people, it is really a waste for a man with divine power like him.

"If you don't dig, don't dig." Wu Cuimei was very supportive. "Digging bamboo shoots is so hard. If the income is not high, then Qingshan might as well continue to dig your three-fork. Sell it when the price is high, and raise it yourself when it is not high. It will not break. Unlike bamboo shoots, you must sell it if it is digging."

"Yes, mom, what you said makes sense."

"However, there is no hurry to see this three-fork." Wu Cuimei smiled, "Qingshan, look, tomorrow is February 2nd. Although it is not a big festival, this glutinous rice cake cannot be missing, don't you think it is?"

"Well, then what."

"What, then, of course, you have enough lunch, and go to the mountains to pick some bamboo leaves for me." Wu Cuimei said, "When I ask your father to go to your second grandfather's house to grind rice, you will go to the mountains to pick bamboo leaves. This afternoon, we will make glutinous rice cakes."

"Do you make rice dumplings?" Liu Qingshan remembered the rice dumplings Chen Xiaofang gave before.

That girl’s rice dumplings are indeed delicious, soft and not greasy, and they are rich and fragrant. I guess they have put a lot of thought into it.

"What kind of rice dumplings are made?" Wu Cuimei said, "When the Dragon Boat Festival is going to make rice dumplings, we will make some simple ones first, and we will make leaves and glutinous rice dumplings. You can pick more bamboo leaves and come back."

Since my mother issued an order, Liu Qingshan dared not refuse to obey. After eating a few bowls of oil tea, he brought a snakeskin bag into the mountain.

To pick bamboo leaves, you don’t need to go too far. Go up the newly built mountain road, and you can see a lot of bamboo leaves when you arrive at Taro Pond.

The so-called bamboo leaves are not the kind of bamboo leaves that will grow bamboo shoots.

The bamboo leaves in my mother's mouth are a kind of leaves specially used for making rice dumplings. They are the same shape, the same body shape and the same structure.

However, the surface of the real bamboo leaves will have a layer of fine hair, which will feel a little thorny. It is used to make rice dumplings or glutinous rice cakes, which will have a slight impact on the taste.

The bamboo leaves that are to be picked now are scientifically called bamboo leaves.

The saccharomycephala is the leaves of the saccharomycephala of the genus genus of the saccharomycephala of the family.

Although Zhuzhu also has the word "bamboo", it is still different from those bamboos with straight and tall bamboo poles.

Most of the sacred bamboos grow in low and humid hilly areas in the south. Although they are evergreen all year round and are considered relatives of bamboos, in the mountains where bamboos are covered with hillsides, the sacred bamboos, a sacred bamboo, a sacred guy with a low appearance and short head is really inconspicuous.

Although its leaves are very wide, because the poles are small and weak, they look like grass instead of grass, and like bamboo instead of bamboo. I really don’t know how to divide it.

Even though it is indeed a type of bamboo, it is really inconspicuous compared to those bamboos that can produce bamboo shoots.

It can neither produce bamboo shoots nor can it have other uses like real bamboo, such as weaving bamboo flats or baskets. It seems that it is really useless except for wrapping rice dumplings with leaves.

Therefore, many times, when mountain people are opening land, they will especially cherish bamboo that can produce bamboo and have great uses. However, for people like bamboo leaves that cover a wide area and have no big uses, they will not be particularly kind to them. They often put wildfires into them.

So, a wailing sound came from the vast mountains and forests, and a huge piece of bamboo would turn into a stream of blue smoke in the crackling wailing sounds.

However, whenever it is time to use bamboo leaves to make glutinous rice cakes and rice dumplings, people will think of bamboo bamboo again.

The bamboo is sad.

Perhaps because of the longevity of the suffering, the root system of the bamboo is very developed and its vitality is extremely strong. Even if it has been damaged by wildfires, as long as it is spring, the weather is warm and the rain comes, its thousands of descendants will break out of the ground, like ignorant children, looking at the world of flowers on the ground.

This kind of bamboo that has just poked out of the ground has no big leaves, but if it takes a little longer, it will take less than a few months to grow into one another, floating in the wind seeds of countless palm-sized leaves.

Ruozhu is wild. In such a big mountain, no one will ever plant these guys all over the mountains.

They grow freely in the mountains, and their ancestors are comfortable in humbleness.

When Liu Qingshan was a child, he liked to lead his own cows to look for bamboo leaves in the foggy forest.

The tender leaves of the bamboo leaves taste very good, and the beefs at home love to eat them very much.

The cow and the calf were eating tender bamboo leaves leisurely in the huge bamboo leaves. He was lying on the grass beside him, looking at the blue sky and white clouds, and listening to the murmurs of the mountains and forests. When dusk came to an end, the evening breeze blew gently, and the green bamboo leaves danced in the breeze, which was very comfortable.

When I walked to Taro Pond, my eyes were about to look for the bamboo forest, but I accidentally saw a few cows.

The cows stood on the tea forest at Liu Qingshan’s house, leisurely eating the grass on the ground.

Next to the tea forest is a stream, with gurgling streams constantly making noises. On the other side of the stream is a large piece of weedland. Because the terrain is slightly lower and a little muddy, it is difficult to plant, so it is always deserted.

The cows are scalpers, one big one and two small ones. When they heard the movement, they stopped chewing, turned their heads slightly, and looked at Liu Qingshan with their bright big eyes.

Liu Qingshan was stunned.

I just thought of the cows at home before, but I didn’t expect that in a blink of an eye, I actually saw the cows.

This cow is naturally not the one he raised before.

His cows were sold when he was very young.

Then, whose cow is this?

Liu Qingshan turned around and looked at it, and finally found the owner of the cow.

It was a child about ten years old, sitting on a large stone next to the mountain stream that was facing vertically.

The child is a boy with a long hair on his head, sitting cross-legged on a big rock, and a book on his legs, which is fascinating.

"Agui." Liu Qingshan called out to him.

The boy's name is Agui, a child in the village.

Today is Sunday, I don’t have to go to school, so I’ll come to herd cattle.

However, Agui did not hear Liu Qingshan's call and was still focused on reading the book.

Liu Qingshan called out again: "Agui."

"Ah?" Agui then raised his head and looked around in a daze.

After discovering Liu Qingshan's figure, he was shocked again and quickly ran down from the big stone. While running towards Liu Qingshan, he said, "I'm sorry, I'm sorry, Brother Qingshan, I'm sorry."

His hair was really a little long, almost covering his eyes. When he ran, he jumped and didn't look carefully, and he had to think he was a girl.

"What are you sorry?" When Agui ran to him, Liu Qingshan looked at Agui who was panting and asked, "What are you sorry?"

Although Agui has a little unkempt appearance, he is a child after all. In addition, he is a child from the mountains, so his face is always more spiritual and his eyes are particularly clear.

However, because of his dealing with Dashan, his skin was very dark, almost as dark as Liu Qingshan.

Although it is black, it is very clean. There is no pimple on the whole face, and there is no red mark or anything like that.

He raised his head and looked at the tall Liu Qingshan, saying embarrassedly: "Brother Qingshan, I was so immersed in reading books just now. The cow ran into your tea forest and didn't even notice it. Sorry, I'll drive them out now."

After saying that, the little guy ran away without waiting for Liu Qingshan to speak, ran to the cow, picked up a small stick, and shouted that the cow would come out of the tea forest with the calf.

After driving them to the open grass opposite the stream, he ran to Liu Qingshan and said begging: "Brother Qingshan, I'm sorry, I'm really sorry, don't tell my mother. Please."

As he said that, the child's eyes burst into tears and his voice became a little choked.

Liu Qingshan had no intention of blaming him, but now seeing his appearance, he wanted to ask what was going on.
To be continued...