Goldfinger is a bit strange

After listening to Liu Qingshan's brief description of freshwater pearl farming, Hai Mingzhu immediately became excited: "Okay, okay, I like pearls the most, let's raise them!"

Liu Qingshan blinked: This girl is called Mingzhu, maybe she can really make a fortune with this.

You can say that a name is just a mark, but many times, it seems that there is a destiny in the dark.

Hai Dagui is more cautious, thinking for a while and said: "It's just that this cycle is relatively long, it will take at least two or three years to get a profit. In those two years, we will starve to death, and the villagers will definitely rebel against me as the team leader."

You are the production team leader, leading the villagers to steal the car, are you the team leader or the bearded man?

The poor and remote places produce unruly people. The more remote the place, the more fierce the people are. Hai Dagui should be a representative of this kind.

It is not so easy to find a project that can be effective in a short time.

After some consideration, Liu Qingshan said, "We are about to start a project with the Agricultural University of Chuncheng to artificially cultivate black fungus."

"If the fungus is cultivated, you can directly grow fungus segments in the forest, which can basically reach the quality of wild fungus."

"When the fungus is dried, it will be light and easy to carry out of the mountains if carried manually."

"In the short term, we will do this project. In the long term, it will be freshwater pearl farming, but you have to send technicians to learn. I heard that the Miyun Reservoir in the capital is good for this."

A lot of brain cells were wasted, but at least it was an explanation to Hai Dagui.

Professor Wang should be able to see results in one or two months, because this thing itself is not a high-tech thing, and it can be made in a handicraft workshop.

And Liu Qingshan also provided Professor Wang with some ideas based on his experience, so that he could get started directly.

With these two short-term and long-term projects, Hai Dagui was finally satisfied and happily drank wine with Liu Shikui and the dumb grandfather.

After drinking, he and the dumb grandfather supported each other and went up the mountain.

Liu Qingshan was worried and insisted on sending them off, but was chased back by Hai Dagui: "If you are bored, go and accompany my granddaughter."

Grandpa, can we not mention this!

Liu Qingshan was so scared that he didn't dare to go home. He went straight to find Datou. Datou's partner had been sent back long ago. The two brothers talked about building a greenhouse in the spring.

It was not until after nine o'clock in the evening that Liu Qingshan went back to his grandfather's house to sleep.

The next morning, he went up the mountain as usual. When he walked to the front of the wooden door, he found two figures flashing in the morning light.

It was the dumb grandfather, who was fighting with Hai Dagui, and Liu Qingshan stopped by to watch.

Although Hai Dagui was old, he had a strong energy in his every move. For a while, he was on par with the dumb grandfather.

Liu Qingshan now finally believed that Hai Mingzhu was not exaggerating when he said he was not his opponent.

After all, he has been practicing martial arts with his grandfather since he was a child. He, who has just started martial arts, can't catch up with him.

This is because the mute grandfather uses secret medicinal wine every day to help him strengthen his body, otherwise he would be even more useless.

They came and went in the field, and they sparred for more than ten minutes before both sides stopped at the same time.

Hai Dagui laughed: "I admit defeat, you are old."

The mute grandfather still had a silly smile on his face, as simple as a farmer, without a trace of the so-called master style.

Liu Qingshan also saw some tricks: the two seemed to be tied, but Hai Dagui's head was steaming with white mist, just like a steamer.

As for the mute grandfather, everything was normal, and it was obvious that he didn't try his best.

Such a comparison, the difference was immediately determined.

After watching the excitement, the next thing was to be watched by others as excitement.

Hai Dagui watched the entire process of Liu Qingshan's practice, including the part where he and Xiao Xiong were beaten by the master, and he didn't miss it.

Finally, the dumb grandfather brought out a large bowl of medicinal wine as usual. Liu Qingshan drank half of it and fed the remaining half to Xiao Hei.

The bear kid held the bowl and gulped it down. He was used to drinking and was not afraid of the bitterness.

"You are really good to your apprentice. You are closer to him than your own grandson."

Hai Dagui was envious and patted the little bear at last: "The little guy also got the benefit."

The dumb grandfather just smiled without saying anything. Liu Qingshan also smiled at his master: Isn't it equivalent to a grandson?

So they went down the mountain together. Today is the fifteenth day of the first lunar month, the traditional Lantern Festival. As usual, they made dumplings in the morning.

When they came back, the family had already made the dumplings, set off two strings of firecrackers, and started to eat.

The dumplings were stuffed with celery, meat, leeks and eggs. A total of two pots were cooked.

Liu Qingshan found that Hai Mingzhu's appetite was really not small. Anyway, it was good enough for the three sisters, the eldest sister, the second sister and the eldest sister, to match her.

"If someone marries this woman, the family will be destitute."

Liu Qingshan began to worry about it.

But he could understand it because he was the same. They were both martial artists, so who was laughing at whom?

After dinner, Liu Qingshan got busy. On the fifteenth day of the first lunar month, of course, he had to make ice lanterns.

But these lanterns were not lit at home, but sent to his father's grave.

On the fifteenth day of the first lunar month, sending lanterns to deceased ancestors is also a local custom.

Making ice lanterns is relatively simple. Find a clean bucket, fill it with cold water, and then put it in a shady place. The water in the bucket will slowly freeze.

Generally, the edge of the bucket starts to freeze first. When it is more than an inch thick, pour out the unfrozen water in the middle.

Because buckets like Feederlo are thinner at the bottom and thicker at the top, you can just turn them upside down and buckle them, and the hollow ice lump inside can be taken out.

When the time comes, light a candle inside the ice lump, and a crystal ice lamp will be ready.

After dinner, Liu Qingshan hugged Bing Tuozi and carried a white candle in his pocket, and followed the villagers for a walk to the cemetery.

As long as the household is not impoverished, lights will be sent to every household.

When we arrived at the place, the sky was dark, and the bright ice lanterns were lit, and the stars in the cemetery became brighter.

Liu Qingshan stood in front of his father's grave, muttered softly, and then followed the others back to the village.

After walking for more than a mile, he looked back and saw stars lit up like a dream.

This little light seems to penetrate into another world, dispel the darkness and bring light...

Back in the village, every house was brightly lit, and the children had already started wandering on the road carrying small lanterns.

Occasionally, some thoughtful people would hide the New Year firecrackers and put them under the kangqin at home to prevent moisture from returning, and then keep them until this time.

The crisp sound of the little whip made the other children jealous.

Most children can't resist the temptation of firecrackers. They have already burst into flames. How can they stay until now?

"Throw the lanterns!"

The children shouted, and they saw a blazing fire in the yard of the car owner's house, lighting up half the sky.

Then I saw the owner of the car using a shovel to pick up a blazing flame, and spread it every three to five meters from his yard to the road.

The smell of kerosene began to smell in the air.

This is done by mixing sawdust with kerosene, lighting it, and then spreading it into piles.

It is said that it guides the way for the ancestors who have passed away, telling them to go home and have a look, so that future generations will live a prosperous life, and they will feel relieved.

"Brother, let's go home and scatter lanterns, too?"

The little old boy tugged at the corner of Liu Qingshan's clothes. The little girl was still young and didn't know so much. She only knew how nice it was to shine a bright light.

By the time Liu Qingshan led his fourth and fifth sons home, his mother had already filled a broken washtub with sawdust mixed with kerosene.

The task of lighting the fire was naturally completed by Liu Qingshan, the eldest son.

Throw a match up, and with a puff, a flame more than one meter high shoots up.

"So prosperous!"

"It's so prosperous!"

Under the light of the fire, the fourth child and the fifth child had bright red faces and kept jumping high.

Liu Qingshan pushed the washtub with a shovel, and then began to scatter lanterns one after another. There were blazing fires in his own yard, his grandfather's yard, and finally all the way to the road.

Liu Shikui stood at the gate, mumbling something about wishing his descendants prosperity and a prosperous life.

After grandpa finished talking, Liu Qingshan took out a schoolbag from the house and carried a few magic bullets in his hand. These were all brought back from Spring City.

"This is fun!"

Hai Mingzhu unceremoniously grabbed the magic bullet and gave it to Yang Hongying and Liu Yinfeng. Of course, her cheerful temper made them familiar with them quickly.

Swish, swish, the magic bullet rose into the sky, shining with the moon, and immediately attracted all the little children in the village.

Liu Qingshan started to dig things out of his bag. Several single-tube fireworks were as thick as a child's arms, and they were considered high-end goods of this era.

Sit the paper tube on the ground, light the fuse, and then the fireworks will shoot out one or two meters high and spread out in all directions, as gorgeous as fireworks and trees, making the children cheer.

This group of little guys ran around in the fireworks, yelling and jumping around. The bright light of the fire reflected their excited and cheerful little faces.

The corners of Liu Qingshan's mouth turned up slightly: This is the atmosphere that the festival should have.

But while they were laughing and shouting, someone suddenly started crying.

I saw Er Mangzi crying and flapping his sleeves: "It's a hole, it's a hole in the new clothes!"

These new clothes were burned out after just half a month of wearing them. I'm sure I'll get broomsticks when I get home.

Lin Zhi smiled and dragged Er Mangzi into the house, found a piece of cloth similar to his coat, put it under the clothes, picked up the needle and thread, and ran back and forth several times.

When Er Mangzi puts it on again, if you don't look carefully, you won't be able to tell.

This guy broke down in tears and laughed, and went out to watch the fireworks again, but when he got outside, he started howling again: The fireworks are all finished.

"Don't cry, take your little lantern quickly and go find those friends."

Liu Qingshan stuffed a small foreign whip into his pocket, and then Er Mangzi clutched his shoulder bag tightly and ran away.

A child's sadness is so short-lived, and his happiness is so easy to satisfy.

Liu Qingshan feels that people in this era are a little poorer, but they generally have a stronger sense of happiness. In the final analysis, it is because they are easy to be satisfied, right?

He who is content is always happy.

Lin Zhi, on the other hand, took a wicker stick and pulled it on the piles of sawdust, and each small fire started to flourish again.

The firelight reflected his mother's face, and Liu Qingshan could feel the longing in his mother's eyes.

"ah!"

Lin Zhi suddenly let out an exclamation and pointed out the door.

In the light, a fiery red figure was seen walking slowly towards the yard with elegant steps.

It's like an elf in the dark night, stepping on the moon and descending into the world.

A smile appeared on Lin Zhi's face: "Sanfeng, there is a bowl of Yuanxiao in the bowl rack, take it out and feed it, it's the Lantern Festival today!"

Liu Qingshan blinked, but still ran into the house obediently, still thinking in his heart: Should I pour another two taels of wine?

Woof woof!

The big yellow dog at home barked at the fox angrily. It didn't bark at first, probably because it was jealous: I was loyally guarding the house, but I didn't even get to eat Yuanxiao!

There were more than a dozen Yuanxiao in a bowl, and the fire fox stopped eating after eating almost half of it. The rest, of course, was cheap for the big yellow dog.

The fire fox raised its triangular head and looked at Lin Zhi and her son.

Its eyes were narrowed, giving people an illusion: the fox seemed to be smiling.

Lin Zhi took a few steps forward and stretched out his trembling arms to the fox.

The fox did not hide, and let Lin Zhi touch its head gently for a few times, then shook its big tail, and disappeared into the night as it came.

In the courtyard, there were only Lin Zhi and Liu Qingshan mother and son, staring for a long time...

March, early spring.

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The gloomy sky was gray and black, revealing a heavy depression, as if someone had splashed ink on rice paper, and the ink soaked the sky and smudged the clouds.

The clouds overlapped and blended with each other, diffusing crimson lightning, accompanied by rumbling thunder.

It was like the roar of the gods, echoing in the world.

Please download the Aiyue Novels app and read the latest chapters for free without ads. The bloody rain, with sadness, fell into the mortal world.

The earth was hazy, and there was a ruined city, silent and lifeless in the dim blood rain.

The city was full of broken walls and ruins, and everything was withered. Collapsed houses could be seen everywhere, as well as blue-black corpses and pieces of meat, like broken autumn leaves, withering silently.

The streets that used to be bustling are now bleak.

The sandy road that was once crowded with people is no longer noisy.

Only blood mud mixed with pieces of meat, dust, and paper remained, and it was indistinguishable from each other, which was shocking.

Not far away, a broken carriage was stuck in the mud, full of sadness, with only an abandoned rabbit doll hanging on the shaft, swaying in the wind.

The white fluff had long been soaked into wet red, full of gloom and weirdness.

The turbid eyes seemed to have some resentment, and looked at the mottled stones in front of them alone.

There, a figure was lying.

This was a thirteen or fourteen-year-old boy, with tattered clothes, full of dirt, and a broken leather bag tied around his waist.

The boy squinted his eyes and did not move. The biting cold penetrated his worn-out coat from all directions, swept through his body, and gradually took away his body temperature.

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Following his gaze, a skinny vulture was gnawing on the rotten corpse of a wild dog about seven or eight feet away from him, and sometimes vigilantly observed the surroundings.

It seemed that in this dangerous ruin, the slightest movement would instantly take it into the air.

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After a long time, the opportunity came, and the greedy vulture finally completely submerged its head into the abdominal cavity of the wild dog.

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