Goldfinger is a bit strange

After organizing Zhang Gangzi's marriage, a long-standing problem was solved.

The villagers began to get busy again, and several working groups were organized to do their own things.

Building new greenhouses and cultivating rice fields are naturally the two most important events.

Therefore, Liu Qingshan's trip to Spring City would have to be delayed for a few days.

After all, farming season waits for no one.

Everyone already has experience in building greenhouses, and Datou is in charge of steadily carrying out the preliminary work of leveling the land.

As for the skeleton and the like, while still waiting for news from Professor Wang, Liu Qingshan thinks that it is best to do it in one step, and it is better to use a steel skeleton.

He didn't have to worry about the greenhouse, so these days, he mainly followed Captain Zhang and others, busy with the renovation of the paddy field.

It is already late March, and the temperature has risen significantly, with temperatures reaching over ten degrees above zero during the day.

The grass and trees are also sprouting quietly. Looking from a distance, the wicker bushes can no longer bear the loneliness and are the first to wear a goose-yellow dress.

There is also some new green on the meadow, and the vibrant spring finally comes to the northern land with light steps.

"Qingshan, the meadows here are of no use. We might as well turn them into rice fields, so as not to occupy the original cultivated land."

Captain Zhang pointed to the endless meadow ahead and said.

The car owner next to him also nodded repeatedly: "I think it will work. The fields are originally low and dry fields cannot be planted, but it is suitable to convert them into paddy fields."

"Well, no one is in charge of this meadow. You can just go anywhere."

Everyone also supported it. They thought, since there is ready-made wasteland, why occupy the original cultivated land? Wouldn't it be better to get more food?

Traditional farmers have the strongest sense of land.

As long as there is wasteland, they would like to cultivate it into fertile fields. They are really afraid of hunger and poverty.

Wetlands must be protected, but now Liu Qingshan can't find any basis to convince these folks.

Because by the time the higher-ups realized this problem, everything was almost destroyed, and it was already too late to think of protecting them.

Liu Qingshan remained silent, just looking at Caodianzi in trance.

In the sky, from time to time there are groups of waterbirds returning early, passing by in groups, adding a bit of vitality to this swamp.

"Quack!"

This is the cheerful cry of wild ducks.

"Ugh, vomit, vomit!"

This is the excited call of various small sand gulls.

"Quack!"

In the southern sky, the wild geese arranged in a herringbone shape also gradually lowered their flight altitude and landed in the reed marsh.

A smile gradually appeared on Liu Qingshan's face: "Listen, how happy they are to scream, yes, they are home, who wouldn't be happy?"

The people around me were a little confused: isn't it like this every spring? 7K妏揩

But they didn't know that the scene in front of them of these migratory birds returning north would no longer be seen here in a few decades.

While everyone was looking at him in astonishment, Liu Qingshan suddenly opened his arms, as if to embrace the endless wilderness ahead.

A low and desolate song sounded from his mouth:

"The geese are flying towards the south, flying over the reeds. The sky is clear. Wherever the geese go, I feel like my hometown in the north..."

The so-called hometown is a place where children are born and raised. Migratory birds breed in the north, so this is their hometown.

It was the first time for the villagers to hear this song, and they were entranced for a while.

Only Er Biaozi was thoughtful: Hometown, if my hometown is all cultivated into rice fields, why would I call it home?

Suddenly, he understood Liu Qingshan's thoughts.

After the song ended and before Liu Qingshan could speak, Er Biaozi turned back, pointed to the reclaimed land to the west of the village and said:

"These are low-lying lands with low yields. It is better to transform them into paddy fields."

Thinking about it, he added: "It is also convenient to get water. Water can be diverted from Dianzi, and it is not far from Xiaosong River."

"But……"

Captain Zhang still wants to say something.

But Liu Qingshan said: "Let's keep this meadow for future generations, so that they can hear the wild ducks and see with their own eyes the geese lining up in a herringbone formation in the sky, instead of just reading about it from books. Isn’t it good to read such words?”

After hearing this, everyone fell silent, and no one mentioned the matter of reclaiming the meadow.

Everyone walked around in a circle and started to turn towards the village. From a distance, they saw a group of children carrying small baskets and digging wild vegetables in the fields.

"elder brother!"

Accompanied by two cordial calls, the fourth and fifth sons ran over panting.

"Brother, look at the mother-in-law I dug."

"Brother, this is the shepherd's purse I dug."

The two little girls rushed to report.

Liu Qingshan stroked their little heads lovingly: "Cai Feng and Shan Xing are really capable. Go home at noon and ask your mother to fry some egg jam and taste the fruits of your labor."

The two little girls nodded together, then ran back and gathered with their friends.

"Hey, I need to take some Po's Ding. I'm going to get angry in spring and my gums are swollen."

Captain Zhang also smacked his lips. He was quite busy during this time with so many things going on.

Liu Qingshan also chuckled: "Just like this meadow, if it were turned into fields, where would we dig wild vegetables and graze cattle?"

Everyone looked in the direction of his finger, and saw a large group of eye-catching black and white cows moving slowly towards this side.

"Yes, this is the reason, or Qingshan is knowledgeable."

Captain Zhang gave a compliment and his mind calmed down. He was a little confused just now, but now he seems to understand a little bit.

The group of people continued walking and passed a wicker bush in front of them. They saw a group of boys. They were looking around. When they saw someone coming, they immediately gestured to them to go around.

"These wild boys must be hunting birds in the bushes again!"

The car owner muttered and prepared to go around.

Unexpectedly, Liu Qingshan and Er Biaozi walked straight over.

"Haha, after all, he is a young man, and he has a lot of fun."

The owner of the car couldn't help but shake his head and smile. For hunting birds, let alone children, if the adults in the village were free, they would go out for a walk with a string of clips hanging on their waists.

It’s rare to come back empty-handed. Shooting a few mountain birds and having a tooth ceremony at home is a great temptation in this era when meat is rarely eaten.

Just like the chickens in the wicker bush, they are so stupid that they don't know how to escape when they see the clamps around them. Clip on.

If it were a big clamp that could hit oil cans and the like, it would be a beautiful sight to create snot bubbles.

The name of the oil-pulled pot is not for nothing. It smells so good that you want to bite your tongue off.

"Brother Qingshan, you and Brother Biaozi will lead us to hunt birds."

When Liu Qingshan and the others came closer, the kids even called out invitations.

These are all thirteen or fourteen years old and go to primary school or junior high school in the commune.

Those like Er Mangzi and the others who are too young can only follow along and fool around. When the time comes, they will be very happy if they can get a bird's leg or something.

Liu Qingshan looked at these young men. They all had bird clips tied around their waists.

In these days, most of the boys in rural areas who didn’t have a few sets of clamps made them themselves from wire.

As for bait, it’s usually white straw worms.

In this month, when the adults are preparing the land, they have to dig back the remaining stubble from the corn and sorghum.

The little kids picked out the little white bugs one by one and put them into small plastic bottles.

When the clamp is removed, tie a small insect to the bottom of the clamp. The insect is still alive and squirms back and forth, attracting birds to peck at it.

Then the message will be touched, the clip will snap, close quickly, and the bird will be caught.

The traps were placed in advance, and then a large group of children started walking the birds.

This is true bird walking, which is to drive groups of migratory birds to the place where the traps are buried.

After half an hour, you can go and count the harvest. If you are lucky, you can catch more than ten in a day, which will definitely satisfy your craving.

When Liu Qingshan was a child, and even during his junior high school years, he and his friends often hunted mountain birds.

Especially around the Xiaoman period of the lunar calendar, the harvest is the largest. According to the local farmer's proverb: Xiaomanniao comes to complete the harvest.

But now, Liu Qingshan said that he would never do such a thing again, and he also wanted to persuade these little kids in the village not to do it again.

So he said cheerfully: "The tiger's son and the dog's remnant, have you beaten them yet?"

A tough-headed young man replied: "Brother Qingshan, we have just arrived, and we haven't caught you yet."

"I just saw a large group of skewered chickens. I'm sure I'll get something today. I'll give you two of them, brother Qingshan, and tell your Caifeng and Shanxing to try them."

These young men are very close to Liu Qingshan.

These days, we don’t pay much attention to the mountain birds we catch. They basically throw them into the pit and burn them until they turn black and taste like burnt food.

With someone so close to him, it was hard for Liu Qingshan to just kick him out.

He also knew how tempting it was to hunt birds, and if he tried to stop it, it would be counterproductive.

So Liu Qingshan smiled and said: "Tiger, dog remnant, please don't shoot birds in the future."

"What?"

The expressions of several young men fell, and Gou Shengzi continued to argue: "Brother Qingshan, the skewered chicken tastes delicious."

Liu Qingshan knows that it is useless to popularize the knowledge of protecting birds to these little guys now. Nothing can withstand the attraction of bird meat to them.

So he put on a straight face and decided to scare these teenagers:

"You don't know yet. The newspapers said that these migratory birds flying from the south carry a virus called bird flu. If you eat them, you will die!"

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Several teenagers were immediately shocked, and Gou Shengzi was so anxious that tears welled up in his eyes:

"Last Sunday, I shot two kenaf seeds to eat!"

Liu Qingshan had to comfort him again: "It's okay. If there is no reaction after three days, it proves that you are not infected. Just remember not to eat it in the future."

After finishing speaking, he felt that scaring children was not a long-term solution after all. It seemed that he had to find something for the children to do.

It happened that he also had a plan in mind, which he was going to implement in the spring, so he led the children to the village and said as he walked:

"When I have another vacation from now on, I will call the children in the village and I will lead you all to plant trees."

This is also Liu Qingshan's plan. Every spring and autumn, he will carry out a large-scale afforestation to create clear waters and green mountains. You can't just talk about it, you have to rely on your hands to create it.

Gou Shengzi was no longer afraid now, and said excitedly:

"Brother Qingshan, when I was watching TV the past few days, I saw children in the city going to the suburbs to plant trees on Arbor Day, and they were praised. How glorious!"

Liu Qingshan patted his small shoulder: "Yes, planting trees is the most glorious."

Gou Shengzi almost had snot bubbles in his nose, so he wiped it hard under his nose with the back of his hand:

"Brother Qingshan, let's plant more trees, and then we can attract more mountain birds. When there is no virus next year, we can kill more birds to eat!"

Yes, the eyes of other teenagers also lit up, and they looked at Liu Qingshan with a little more admiration, as if to say: Brother Qingshan is still the best!

Is that what I mean?

Liu Qingshan couldn't help scratching the back of his head, looking at these excited teenagers, feeling angry and amused:

Okay, if you have the ability, plant trees to attract phoenixes, and you will be awesome if you can catch them!

March, early spring.

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

The clouds overlapped and blended with each other, spreading crimson lightning and rumbling thunder.

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

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

The city was in ruins, everything was withered, collapsed houses could be seen everywhere, and blue-black corpses and pieces of meat were seen everywhere, like broken autumn leaves, silently withering.

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 fur had long been soaked into wet red, full of eerie and weirdness.

The turbid eyes seemed to have some resentment, looking alone at the mottled stones in front.

There, a figure was lying.

This was a thirteen or fourteen-year-old boy, with ragged clothes and 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 shabby coat from all directions, swept through his whole 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, and sometimes vigilantly observing the surroundings.

It seems that in this dangerous ruin, the slightest movement will cause it to take off instantly.

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After a long time, the opportunity came, and the greedy vulture finally completely buried its head in the belly of the wild dog.

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