Hello, 1983

Zhang Ganzi's face almost turned into a bitter gourd. He didn't recruit or offend anyone, so he just wanted to touch some small fish in the pond.

He thought that the big dung spoon was not easy to scoop, so he just grabbed it with his hands.

I just found a big old fish, how long it is, and its whole body is browned. It is not easy for the old fish to grow so big, and it must taste delicious.

Zhang pole hurriedly stretched out his hand to grab it, but the old fish was not reconciled.

The pond was full of muddy water. After Zhang Pole grabbed a few handfuls in the muddy water, he suddenly felt a tingling pain in his finger, and after pulling it back, he hung a big turtle on it.

There is an old saying in the countryside, which is called: If you are a bastard, if you bite it, you won't let it go.

After this thing bites, it will die. The more frightened it is, the more dead it will bite. It hurts Zhang Zhan, and grins: "Can you tell me, you are my living ancestor."

Hearing this, the old party secretary was unhappy again, and after Zhang Pole climbed to the shore, he immediately rushed over with a small cigarette pot.

"Don't fight, second uncle, don't fight first, get this thing down for me and then fight."

Zhang Ganzi begged for mercy again and again.

The old party secretary really didn't come to beat him, he asked Zhang Ganzi to squat on the ground, lay the turtle biting his fingers flat on the ground, and then put the pipe pot on the turtle's small tail.

After more than ten seconds of burning, the turtle finally couldn't stand it, opened its mouth, and crawled into the mud pond.

"Where to run!"

Zhang pole stepped on it with one foot and stepped on the big turtle: "Today I have to cut you with a thousand cuts!"

His fingers were still bleeding.

"Uncle Pole, treat the wound first, don't get infected."

Liu Qingshan also came up and helped Zhang Ganzi squeeze the wound on his finger, then asked the old party secretary for some cigarette ashes, pressed it on the wound, and then squatted down and lifted the big turtle upside down.

Really big enough, it looks like nearly two pounds.

Such a big wild turtle is already very rare. You must know that the turtle grows very slowly. In the wild state, it can grow at most 100 grams a year.

Two pounds is one kilogram.

It takes at least ten or eight years to grow so big.

Liu Qingshan took a closer look at the turtle's back, the black inside was yellow, and he counted the "growth rings" on it, and there were as many as sixteen, proving that this turtle was seventeen years old.

"It's not easy to live for so many years, let it go and breed more descendants."

When Liu Qingshan saw the bulge on the back of the turtle, he knew that it was a female. This season, when the turtle was laying eggs, he decided to stock it.

Zhang Ganzi was still a little unwilling: "Dare to bite me, I still want to go home and chop it up to feed the chickens."

"Feed the chicken?"

Liu Qingshan couldn't help but be stunned: Uncle Rod, aren't you as prodigal as you are?

But after thinking about it, I am relieved. Turtle is a fishy thing, everyone can't process it, and there is no oil and water. The rural people rarely eat it.

It will only be used if soft-shelled turtle blood is used in some of the remedies in order to cure diseases.

Thinking of this, Liu Qingshan couldn't help but have an idea: he might be able to engage in turtle farming in the future.

There are not one hundred or eighty ponds on the meadowzi, large and small, scattered everywhere. If the seedlings are artificially bred and then sprinkled into these ponds to grow naturally, there may be a real problem.

In this way, it is even more impossible to feed the turtle to chickens. Liu Qingshan just wanted to continue to keep the turtle stocked, but found that its carapace had been cracked.

It was obvious that Zhang Ganzi had just stepped on his feet with a bit of resentment, and the force was a little too strong, and he trampled the turtle.

There is no way to do this. Even if they are stocked, it is estimated that they will not survive.

So I put the turtle into the big wooden basin I brought: "Uncle Pole, this one is hurt, so I won't let it go. I'll go home and cook it."

Zhang Ganzi was happy when he heard it: "Okay, Qingshan, you can take a few more bites and take revenge for me."

So I continued to fish in the pond. Not to mention, in this pond, large and small, dozens of soft-shelled turtles were found.

The youngest is the size of a child's fist, and there are a few big ones that obviously weigh more than two pounds, which is really rare.

If these big turtles get a big city, they will definitely be able to sell for a good price.

However, they were all picked up by Liu Qingshan and scattered into another large pond not far away.

This move was also praised by the old party secretary. After all, turtles are a symbol of longevity, and when people get old, they can feel the value of life more and cherish it more and more.

As the pool of water in the middle of the mud pond was also drained, the fish in the entire pond had nowhere to hide, and were all exposed to broad daylight.

"Good guy!"

Everyone exclaimed for a while, only to see that in the center of the pond, a dense layer, large and small fish, all helplessly flapping their tails there.

Taking a look, there are at least dozens of big fish thumping there.

They are all big fish two or three feet long, and now you can take them out!

There was a thud, and everyone rushed to the middle of the pond, not to grab the fish. Whoever grabs it counts. These fish will eventually be divided.

Mainly because of the feeling of picking up fish, which is really enjoyable.

Although Zhang Dashuai is small, he moves the fastest and rushes to the front.

Approaching the center of the mud pond, the mud below is getting deeper and deeper, and the disadvantage of Zhang Dashuai's short legs is revealed.

As a result, with a puff, the feet were pulled out, but the boots were stuck in the mud.

He didn't even care about his boots, and kicked forward with his bare feet.

The people in the back were amused, and Da Zhangluo shouted at the top of his voice: "Master, you can just walk in on stilts!"

Liu Qingshan also rushed forward with everyone. He was young and strong and quickly rushed to the front.

He bent down and picked up a big carp that weighed three to five pounds. It felt as if he was the big fat boy holding the red carp in the New Year's picture, and he was so happy that he couldn't close his mouth.

"Be careful, big catfish are very fierce!"

A large catfish more than half a meter long wriggled in the muddy water, with its big flat mouth slightly open, full of dense thorns and teeth, looking at the real murderer.

"Look at me!"

Zhang Dashuai ran over, grabbed the gills behind the fish's head with both hands, and lifted the yellow catfish into the air. Zhang Dashuai laughed:

"It just so happens that the eggplants in the greenhouse have come down, go home and stew the eggplants with catfish, I'm sure you will kill the old man!"

In addition to the big fish, the largest number are all kinds of small trash fish. These dried fish or salted into small salted fish are also very good.

In addition to fish, the aquatic life in the pond is still very rich, and all kinds of frogs are jumping around, and no one pays any attention to them.

There are also snails in the mud, and no one cares.

There is also a black beetle, the size of which is the size of two fingernails.

This thing, locally called "Shui Laoyi" or "Big Turtle Cover", is also something that no one eats.

However, Liu Qingshan's eyes lit up when he saw these old and shriveled water: after decades, this thing is a good thing, and it costs dozens of dollars a pound.

So I picked a bigger one and made a lot of money.

Others were still puzzled, so Er Biaozi asked him, "Sanfeng, what are you doing with the turtle cover, and feeding the eldest sister the chicken?"

"What chicken are you feeding? It's more fragrant than cicada chrysalis when it's fried."

Liu Qingshan replied, and then continued to fish.

"Fried and eaten, where does so much oil come from?"

Er Biaozi sighed in his mouth, anything that was fried in oil would definitely be delicious.

Liu Qingshan thinks about it as well. Many people don't like to eat many things these days. The main reason is the lack of seasoning and oil.

Dozens of people worked together, and quickly cleaned up the fish in the pond and gathered them together, at least five or six hundred pounds.

The huge harvest also made the villagers very excited. Zhang Ganzi pointed to the west with his injured finger:

"There are so many ponds in Dianzi. With the water pump, we can all take time out from now on, enough for us to eat fresh fish for a few years!"

Some people really responded, these days, the price of fish is not cheap at all, and the fish they picked up today could be sold for hundreds of dollars if they were sold.

Just as Liu Qingshan was about to stop it, it would be better to do less of the extinct fishing method like Qingtangzi.

These ponds, because they are on the edge of the rice fields, will also be used as cisterns in the future, so it's okay to clean them up.

If all the ponds on the Dianzi are cleaned up, will the waterfowl that breed on the Dianzi still be alive?

But before Liu Qingshan could make a sound, Captain Zhang snorted:

"Zhang Ganzi, you know that you have a bad idea, you can think of such a desperate thing, do you still want to have a son?"

As soon as he heard the important matter of giving birth to his son, Zhang Ganzi immediately fell silent.

Liu Qingshan couldn't help laughing: it seems that the environmental protection awareness he usually infiltrated has gradually had some effects.

I believe that after two days, after the "Sustainable Development Plan of Wild Vegetables" drawn up by him is popularized, everyone's awareness in this area will definitely be improved to another level.

After what Captain Zhang said, the remaining ponds would not be completely drained, leaving a way for these creatures in the water to survive.

The owner of the car directly drove the small four-wheeler, hung the trailer, and pulled the hundreds of catties of fish back first, and then returned to the village and then slowly divided it.

The other villagers were about to stroll back when they heard Liu Qingshan suddenly say:

"Everyone, don't leave yet. Anyway, your clothes are all muddy, so let's just continue to work and clean up all the mud in the pond."

Dig mud?

The villagers couldn't help but be a little surprised: this job is really exhausting.

Pond mud is viscous and relatively wet, and it is impossible to dig it up if you don't use tools.

The point is, what's the use of the mud in here, isn't it a waste of effort?

"Everyone, listen to me, this pond mud is a good fertilizer, and it just happens to be used in the rice fields."

Liu Qingshan briefly explained that after the pond mud has been dried or retted, the fertility is very low.

Natural fertilizers like this one can be obtained with a little effort, so it's a good deal.

He and Er Biaozi have both discussed that on the paddy field side, instead of using chemical fertilizers, we must strive to build an organic rice base.

Can this thing be used as fertilizer?

These people are also old dealers, but this is the first time I heard about it.

However, if this is said from someone else's mouth, there may be people who doubt it, but once Liu Qingshan said it, it must be no problem.

They now have absolute trust in Liu Qingshan, and they speak better than the branch secretary.

Then do it, when the owner of the car came back with the small four-wheeler, the bucket was full of various tools: buckets, shovels and the like.

The pond mud does not need to be dug too deep, basically it is about one foot, too deep, too many harmful substances are deposited, and it is not suitable for fertilizer.

Everyone threw off their arms and began to clean up the mud in the pond, and then piled it to the shore, and soon piled up small black and gray soil bags.

In the end, they were all shirtless, making them look like mud monkeys.

Liu Qingshan was no exception. When he went home from work at noon, just in time for the fourth and fifth to leave school, they met at the gate.

These two little girls didn't recognize him at all. The little old man tilted his head, looked at him, and asked, "Who are you looking for?"

Liu Qingshan grinned and slapped his teeth and claws, pretending to be scary, and deliberately speaking loudly:

"I'm a clay figurine, specializing in eating children, woohoo!"

"elder brother!"

Shan Xing next to her let out a scream of surprise, immediately destroying the terrifying atmosphere just created.

"Can you recognize this?"

Liu Qingshan put down his hands angrily.

The little fourth grinned, revealing the teeth in his mouth: "Brother, when you made a face just now, the mud on your face fell off."