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"Which hilltop are you from? This is our territory in Jiapigou. Why don't you know?"

Despite his short stature, Dashuai Zhang has a loud voice, and he speaks in a rude and aggressive tone, with a hint of gangsterism.

The other party was also very aggressive. A dark man in his thirties shouted back:

"We are from Dingjiagou. I am Ding Laohei, and I live in the mountains. If you follow your theory, then these forests are our territory. It's because your hands and claws are too long that you can fish them across the border!"

At the beginning, the commune divided the hills for each brigade in order to avoid similar disputes.

You must know that the local folk customs are fierce. When these villagers and mountain people fight, they all start as a village. Large-scale fights with weapons are not uncommon, and there are many deaths and injuries.

Because Dingjiagou is a small mountain village in the woods, they were not given a specific territory to divide, so the current situation emerged.

Dashuai Zhang's violent temper was immediately ignited: "What a bastard, it doesn't matter whether you are Ding Laohei or Ding Laobai, you are acting arrogant, right? I have to kill you today so that I don't have to quarrel with you everywhere!"

Ding Laohei was on the mountain all day long. He was a ruthless character who dared to go against the wild boar and wrestle with the blind man. Of course he was not afraid.

I saw him taking off the backpack behind him and taking off his coat in a few moments, revealing the dark and strong muscles on his body, just like Black Li Kui.

Bang bang bang, he slapped his pectoralis major twice hard: "Come on, come on, you little naughty boy, I'll give you one hand!"

One of his companions next to him also added with a smile: "Xiao Zizi, is your nickname Jiapigou Wu Dalang? Do you want to go back and stand on two stilts and fight with us again?"

The guy who spoke looked like a skinny monkey, with a black mole on his face and a tuft of black hair on it, which made him look a bit wretched.

These words were really hurtful, and even those little kids heard it. Er Mangzi, despite his usual wiping of tears, was now full of energy.

While imitating an adult, he rolled up his arms and sleeves, and yelled: "I'm not afraid of you, I'm a little hero who caught a spy. If there are grenades now, I won't blow them up and make you cry for father and mother!" "

That's right, the mountain boy has been so cool since he was a child.

Not saying a word in front of Zizi, Dashuai Zhang was so angry that veins were popping on his head. He threw off his clothes and rushed towards the big black man opposite.

The big black man looked at the little man with a look of disdain. He stretched out a big hand and grabbed Zhang Dashuai, preparing to lift his opponent into the air like a chicken to play with him.

Although Zhang Dashuai is small in stature, he is not weak in strength at all. After all, he learned both skills from his mute grandfather and has rich fighting experience.

He dodged the opponent's big hands like cattail leaf fans, and crashed into the opponent's arms with his whole body. Then he hugged the opponent's ankles, pushed his head forward, and pulled back with both hands.

With a muffled thud, the big black man was knocked to the ground, and the two of them rolled back and forth on the grass.

They were fighting one on one, and it was difficult for others to reach out, so they could only shout and encourage from the side.

Falling to the ground, the black man's height advantage was gone. Instead, he was attacked by Dashuai Zhang. He received several punches in the face, which soon turned into panda eyes, and he suddenly screamed with anger.

Of course, Dashuai Zhang didn't gain much either. He was also punched several times and his nosebleeds ran all over his face.

However, for such a small person, he is proud to be able to compete on par with his opponents.

"Don't fight for now. If you have time, let's pick up more mountain products. Wouldn't it be better to buy a few more coins?"

A voice suddenly sounded. The mountain people on the other side of Dingjiagou saw that it was a young man on the other side of Jiapigou, so they didn't pay much attention to it.

As for the two people on the ground, they have long been jealous, and they will not give up easily.

Liu Qingshan also shook his head slightly: It seems that he can't persuade him anymore.

So he walked closer and yelled again: "Handsome uncle, and this black guy, stop fighting!"

He reached out and grabbed Dashuai Zhang, who was riding on the big black man, and threw him behind him. He used his hands very skillfully. Dashuai Zhang took two steps back and stood firm.

Shaking his head and wiping his nose, the back of his hands was bright red. Marshal Zhang was unwilling to comply, but gritted his teeth and tried to rush forward.

The big black man also got up, feeling the stinging pain on his face, which made him furious, and he rushed forward regardless.

"Stop!"

Liu Qingshan was standing in the middle of them, waving violently with both hands. The people next to him felt their eyes blurred, and then they saw the black man and Marshal Zhang retreating.

They retreated several steps in a row, and finally fell into a squat squat, all sitting on the ground.

After this fall, both of them woke up, and together with the others, they all looked at Liu Qingshan in shock.

"Uncle handsome, making money is the last word, fighting is pointless."

Liu Qingshan first reached out and pulled Dashuai Zhang up.

Dashuai Zhang also murmured in his heart: Qingshan has only been practicing with the mute for more than a year, and his ability has improved suddenly. If the mute was willing to teach me, then now I will definitely be able to walk sideways in the forest, punch and kick tigers. Black bear, that's nothing.

Liu Qingshan walked up to the big black man again and stretched out his hand to pull him:

"Brother Hei, peace is the most important thing in everything. There are so many wild products in the mountains, why bother fighting over them!"

Ding Laohei grabbed Liu Qingshan's hand and stood up from the ground. He had to admit in his heart that he was definitely no match for this young man.

However, he refused to be convinced and muttered: "There are many mountain products, and there are many people who harvest the mountains. The commune did not allocate land to us in Dingjiagou."

This is true. If Liu Qingshan hadn't drawn up the plan, the resources in the forest would have been over-consumed, and within a few years, there would be nothing left to harvest.

The people in Dingjiagou also all started shouting: "Yes, we don't farm in our village, we live by mining the mountains every year. Now all the brigades are going up the mountain to compete with us for food, so what? Are you still alive?”

This makes sense. It is not all because of the other party's arrogance. There is a difference between the mountain people and the villagers below. The mountains are full of ditches and bumps, making it impossible to farm.

Now that mountain goods have become valuable all of a sudden, and they are grabbing more and more food, their life is not easy.

Liu Qingshan also understood this truth, and suddenly an idea came to his mind, and a smile immediately appeared on his lips:

"Brother Hei, and everyone in Dingjiagou, there is actually a kind of mountain product that is most suitable for you to harvest. Even the old and young in your village can do this work while sitting on a small bench."

When the mountain people in Dingjiagou heard this, they started talking again:

"What kind of wild beast are you talking about?"

"If it's as easy as you said, then you can make money just by sitting down. If there is such a good thing, why don't you do it yourself?"

"If you have no hair on your lips, you can't do your job well."

It sounded like the villagers in Jiapigou were unhappy. They usually trusted Liu Qingshan so much that no one was allowed to question him.

Liu Qingshan was not annoyed at all: "Of course there is such a good thing. What I just mentioned is the ground vegetables. These are the most suitable for you people in the mountains to pick. Get up in the morning, walk around, and one person can pick a basket and go home. Don’t miss your meal.”

Ground vegetables?

Of course the mountain people in Dingjiagou knew it, but something seemed wrong.

The tuft of hair just now was the first to react and shouted at the top of his lungs:

"The land vegetables you mentioned are not even in the acquisition catalog. We have worked hard to pick them back, but no one will take them by then. Where are you, silly boy?"

That's right. Only then did the others react, and they suddenly became furious and gathered around Liu Qingshan: "What kind of peace of mind do you have, kid?"

But Liu Qingshan was not panic at all: "If others don't accept it, I will accept it."

"Who are you?"

This guy with a bunch of hair really has a bad mouth.

"Our wild vegetable factory in Jiapigou is run by Brother Qingshan!"

The little kids all shouted. In their minds, Brother Qingshan is their idol and no one is allowed to question him.

A tuft of hair blinked. They had also heard about the wild vegetable factory in Jiapigou. In the past few days, there were still mountain people going to the wild vegetable factory to sell mountain products.

In this way, it is really possible to harvest ground vegetables.

So, a dry smile burst out of this guy's face: "Hey, what's the purchase price? It's a lot of trouble to pick vegetables."

Liu Qingshan smiled: "The price is at least double that of black fungus."

What, so valuable!

The eyes of those mountain people in Dingjiagou were gleaming. The average price of fungus is ten yuan per catty. That does not mean that dried fungus can be sold for twenty yuan.

My mother, this is the time to get rich!

For people at the foot of the mountain, it may be a little difficult to pick vegetables, but for mountain people like them, just like Liu Qingshan just said, they can pick a basket when they get up early and take a walk.

A tuft of hair even smiled brightly: "Brother, thank you for showing us a way to make a fortune in Dingjiagou. When you have time, come to our place and I will entertain you well."

He seemed to be the leader of the group. After a few polite words to Liu Qingshan, he waved his hand:

"Let's go, let's go back and leave the woods here to our friends in Jiapigou."

Ding Laohei, who was fighting just now, said angrily: "The little guy and I haven't decided whether we will win or lose yet. Let's wait and see."

A tuft of hair jumped up and slapped him on the back of the head, lecturing:

"Old Hei, if you have the strength to fight, why don't you pick more ground vegetables?"

The big black man scratched the back of his head: "It seems to make sense, let's go."

After taking two steps, he turned back and waved to Liu Qingshan: "Your name is Qingshan, right? If I come to you for a drink someday, you are better than me."

Watching a large group of mountain people from Dingjiagou disappear into the woods, Liu Qingshan also smiled and waved: "Let's not be idle anymore."

But the villagers were a little worried: "Qingshan, you harvest the vegetables, can you sell them?"

Dashuai Zhang had two balls of young grass stuck in his nose, and he spoke in an angry voice: "The purchase price is still so high, we can't let those guys in Dingjiagou get used to us."

"It's okay, don't worry, everyone, I will definitely find a market." Liu Qingshan felt particularly confident when he thought about the phone call his French friend Leo made to the village a few days ago.

He was still in the capital at the time, and the old party secretary answered the call. It took a lot of effort, and it was not until a translator was hired there that the communication was clear.

Since Qingshan said so, of course everyone believed it and continued working.

Liu Qingshan saw that Dashuai Zhang's face was still covered in blood and asked him to find a place to wash it off.

Dashuai Zhang didn't care: "Nothing's wrong, let's go home and take a shower together."

Taking a shower is also a rule set by Jiapigou: no matter how tired you are when you come home from the mountains, you must take a shower to prevent bugs or other parasites from infecting your body.

Da Zhangluo, who was standing next to him, joked with a smile: "Commander, you look like Wu Dalang has just been given poison by Pan Jinlian, bleeding from all his orifices."

Then he brought up Wu Dalang again, and Marshal Zhang certainly couldn't stand it: "Believe it or not, I'll punch you in the nose too, and make you look like Guan Gong!"

Looking at the fight, Liu Qingshan's mind also had a picture:

Marshal, come on, it's time to take medicine...

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, spreading crimson lightning, accompanied by rumbling thunder.

It was like the roar of a god, 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 to the mortal world.

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

The city was full of broken walls and ruins, 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 were once 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 deeply 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 left, looking alone at the mottled stones in front.

There, a figure was lying.

This is a 13 or 14-year-old boy, with tattered 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 tattered coat from all directions, attacked 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 make it fly in an instant.

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

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