Liu Qingshan couldn't help feeling a little proud when he looked at his own fir forest and tea forest.

Although life in the mountains is not as convenient as the city or as glamorous as the city, it feels so wonderful that this piece of land belongs to my home, that piece of land belongs to my home, and that piece of land belongs to my home.

This may not be as good as the Guangzhou Old Man's Building, but for a native mountain person like Liu Qingshan, having a mountainous land that can be used to grow crops is a very beautiful thing.

At the end of this flat tea forest, there is a small flying stream. If it is in the rainy season with sufficient water, this small flying stream can also be called a small waterfall. On both sides of the small waterfall are stone walls, and the area of ​​the stone wall is not large. Three or four meters away from the small waterfall, it is a steep mud slope full of thorns and shrubs.

Now, Liu Qingshan either climbs up directly from this mud slope covered with thorny shrubs, or walks a long way to reach the top of the mud slope.

In order to save time, of course, I climbed up directly from the mud slope!

With the strength of shrubs and vines, Liu Qingshan climbed the mud slope and soon reached the end of the mud slope - a wider fir forest.

Needless to say, you can imagine that this fir forest is still owned by Liu Qingshan's family. (cover your face)

Moreover, there are a lot of hemp bamboo planted on the lower edge of the fir forest. These hemp bamboos are also owned by Liu Qingshan's family. (Cover your face again)

In fact, whether it is the fir forest or the bamboo, these are not the main ones.

There is only one reason why Liu Qingshan wants to come here.

That is, on the lower edge of this fir forest, there is a winding mountain road about four or five hundred meters long, extremely flat and spacious.

This mountain road seems to have been around since Liu Qingshan has memories. It extends from the left end of the fir forest to the right end of the fir forest.

On the upper side of the mountain road are tall, straight and dense fir trees, and on the lower side of the mountain road are rows of bamboos arranged in a row.

The mountain road divides the fir forest and the bamboo, and looks across the road, creating a sense of beauty of natural winding paths.

I remember that when I was a child, Liu Qingshan liked to sit in the middle of this mountain path, listening to the streams on both sides of the fir forest rushing, and then gathered into a stream in the tea forest at the foot of the mountain.

Either listen to the chirping of birds in the fir trees, or watch the bamboo in front swaying graceful waists in the wind.

The sunlight seems to love this mountain road, and tried every means to pour rays of sunlight down from the fir trees to kiss this curved and flat mountain road.

Unfortunately, its abacus failed.

What it kissed was nothing but the thick fallen leaves of the bamboo and the fir trees fading into the mountain road.

Because the fir trees are too dense, only a few short pine trees grow around the roots of the fir trees. In this way, although there is not much sunlight pouring down from the sky, the forest will not be very dark.

When Liu Qingshan appeared here with the right light, the right mountain path, the right wind, and in the right mood, he felt like he was a child in a trance.

He seemed to see that the young self, carrying a backpack made of a snakeskin bag, was sitting on the ground with a small hoe in his hand, crying, and a broken yam at his feet.

Hi, I don't remember when I was.

I only remember that time, my grandfather took him into the mountain to dig medicine, but he saw a yam in the fir forest. The seedlings were quite thick, and the rhizomes were also large. So when I thought about making chicken with yam, I became greedy, so I took advantage of my grandfather's skin to peel the yam and digging up the yam with anticipation.

The yam was really big. It took him a long time to dig out a large yam.

The yam was dug out, but grandpa disappeared.

At that time, I was young and remembered the way home, but I was not very brave. I fell alone in this quiet forest, and all kinds of cries of birds and beasts came from all around me. He was so scared that he sat in the mountain road, and the yam broke, and then he started crying.

Before crying for a while, grandpa came: "Oh, you little fool, am I here? Where did you go just now? I have been looking for you for so long."

Hearing grandpa's voice, Liu Qingshan opened his tears, looked at grandpa, pointed at the yam that had fallen into two pieces on the ground, so sad that he couldn't say a word.

I really don’t know if he cried because he couldn’t see his grandfather or because he broke the yam.

Seeing this, my grandfather picked up his hoe and yam, put it in his backpack, then gently hugged him with both hands, and picked him up: "Okay, don't cry, will my grandfather cook you chicken when he goes home?"

"Yeah." When he heard that there was chicken, he really stopped crying.

Perhaps, that happened when I was four years old. I hadn’t started school at that time, or it might have happened when I was five years old.

I can't remember it clearly, but I remember it very clearly. After I got home, my grandfather actually killed a chicken, scraped the two pieces of yam he dug, and put them in the pot with the chicken to make soup.

The golden chicken soup was soaked in white yam, just like a snow-white girl wearing a thin piece of golden silkworm. It looked particularly attractive and tasted endlessly delicious.

Thinking of this, Liu Qingshan really felt a little hungry.

Mountain road, grandpa, chicken soup.

He smiled, looked at the beautiful mountain road, raised his footsteps, and walked from one end to the other.

There are so many memories in this mountain road. Every time you take a step, you will remember a lot of things from childhood.

However, he went into the mountain not to recall the past. After finding enough water pipes, he hurried home.

I browsed the plants on both sides of the mountain road along the way and found a lot of vines of yams. Unfortunately, I don’t have a guy in my hands now, otherwise, if I dig two yams and go home to make soup, it would be awesome.

When I got home, I heard that my son had actually gone to the cliff forest in Long Po Wa. My mother couldn't help but get angry: "You said that your butt is fine, so I ran to the mountains. Why are you doing in the mountains? There are female monsters waiting for you in the mountains."

"Mom, why do you speak so badly?" Liu Qingshan pointed to a pile of pipes at the entrance of the courtyard and said, "Look, if I didn't go to Luang Po Wa, how could I find so many long water pipes? Before, the villagers moved their houses and took away the nearby water pipes. After going to Luang Po Wa, they could find many good water pipes."

The so-called Luang Po Wa is the flat and curved mountain road.

The location of the fir forest is called Luang Po Wa, and the location of the tea forest is called Tarot Pond. Although the people in the mountains are not very educated and do not recognize many words, they still give a suitable name to every suitable place in the mountains.

Wu Cuimei looked at the water pipes in a row at the entrance of the yard, and then she smiled: "Hmph, you have done a good thing. With these water pipes, we don't have to use the bucket to carry water in the future. We can use the water pipe to drizzle dishes directly."

"Mom, wait. When I have money, I will buy you a better tube."

Wu Cuimei smiled even more when her son said: "Okay, I'll wait."

In the afternoon, the family fenced together.

This fence is not a technical job. As long as you have a brain and are not stupid, you can do it.

But when Liu Yuanhe, the old guy, saw several women from the other village walking out of the mountain with firewood, talking and laughing, the old habit broke again.

Originally, he should have inserted the bamboo slices in his hand into the field, but when he saw those women, his eyes became straight and he stopped working. The strength of holding the bamboo slices in his hand was loose.

Just so happened that his son was bent over and picked up a new piece of bamboo and was about to hand it to him.

But who knew that the moment his stupid son bent down, the bamboo piece in Liu Yuanhe's hand suddenly collapsed and bounced from bottom to top, just between Liu Qingshan's legs.

"ah!"

This scream made everyone stunned.

Liu Yuanhe came to his senses, Wu Cuimei also stretched her neck from the other end of the fence, and several women carrying firewood stopped and looked over from a distance.

Liu Qingshan fell to the ground with a look of pain, covering the chrysanthemum that had just improved but was suffering from disaster, and tears kept flowing.
Chapter completed!