The cedar forest in Longbowa is located on the mountainside, but in fact, that piece of mountain belongs to Liu Qingshan's family from the foot of the mountain to the top of the mountain.

At the foot of the mountain is the location of the taro pond, although there is also wasteland, but the terrain is a little short, and the lighting is often insufficient, and the quality of oranges will be slightly lower.

Although Liu Qingshan didn't say that he wanted to plant oranges, in his heart, he actually wanted to give his father an orange grove.

It's not that I want my dad to show off to others, I just want to use what I can to help my family realize their dreams.

Owning a large orange grove has always been a dream for my dad. Although he is not arrogant enough to spend money to help his father buy an orange grove, he can do it himself.

"Why don't you open the piece at the foot of Long Po Wa Mountain. Liu Yuanhe was a little puzzled, "That piece of land is also very big." ”

Liu Qingshan thought for a while and replied: "Well, in fact, I think so, if you open up the wasteland, you will inevitably cut down all the wild trees in the mountains, if you bring all those wild trees home and burn them as firewood, it seems to be a waste of a little, so I thought, just dig a charcoal kiln next to the mountains to burn charcoal, so that when the mountains are cleared, charcoal will also be available, wouldn't it be the best of both worlds?"

When he heard that he wanted to open up the wasteland and burn charcoal, Liu Yuanhe was a little unhappy. This is obviously to exhaust his old bones.

He frowned and said: "You said that it is okay to open up the wasteland, but you can do it if you like to burn charcoal, and I will not participate." I'd rather burn all the wild trees in the ground than burn charcoal. ”

Liu Yuanhe used to burn charcoal.

To be honest, this job is really not something that ordinary people can do.

To burn charcoal, you first have to dig a cave in the mountain where people can stand and enter, and you have to dig a lower fire hole next to the cave. Although it was fortunate to dig a mountain and open a cave, it was nothing compared to the next steps and procedures.

After digging the charcoal kiln, you have to cut down the trees. Half of it is an arm-sized piece of wood, and a little larger is fine, but it may be difficult to char if it is too large. After cutting down the wild trees, they carried them to the front of the cave and arranged them according to their size.

The smaller the wood, the farther away from the fire hole, and the larger the wood, the closer it is to the wood, so that the small wood can be prevented from being burned to ashes.

Cutting down trees and transporting trees are all fine, gritting your teeth and passing. But the problem is, this is not over, and then you have to go into the mountains to watch the fire the next day. If the fire doesn't look good, either the charcoal will be burned to ashes, or the charcoal will fail, and you will get a pile of black wood instead of black charcoal.

Even if you look at the fire well, when you open the kiln later, you have to risk inhaling the charcoal ash and go into the charcoal kiln to take out the charcoal at the risk of inhaling the charcoal ash.

The reason why I was in a hurry to take it out was naturally to start burning the next kiln of charcoal as soon as possible.

After taking the charcoal, I had to put a new batch of wood into it on the same day, and then slowly pick up the charcoal from the mountains and bring it home.

Sometimes, if a kiln of charcoal burns well, it is almost a thousand catties. The amount of charcoal depends not only on the size of the charcoal kiln, but also on the charcoal burner's fire-making technique.

Always, charcoal burning is not a simple matter. Not only hard, but hard.

Hearing that Liu Yuanhe did not support her son's plan, Wu Cuimei was also unhappy: "If you are told to burn charcoal, you will burn charcoal, where is there so much nonsense? Now charcoal can be sold for three yuan a catty, and if you dig a bigger kiln and burn a thousand catties in one kiln, it can be sold for three thousand yuan." Now, in these years, where do you go and come back with 3,000 yuan casually? You are not happy to have a job for you to do. Didn't you let you play cards and you would be happy?"

"It's hard to find 3,000 yuan? In the past, Qingshan could sell yams and bamboo shoots for four or five thousand yuan a day. ”

"That's my son's ability, what does it have to do with you? You dug the yam, and you dug the bamboo shoots? Just like you, even if you dig for half a month, you may not be able to earn 3,000. ”

It's too much, it's too much. Liu Yuanhe was so scolded by his wife that he couldn't say a word.

Liu Qingshan saw that his father blushed angrily, and said with a smile: "Oh, it doesn't matter, I can do it by myself." Dad, you just need to open up the wasteland, and you don't have to worry about charcoal burning. ”

Charcoal burning is no better than clearing wasteland. The amount of effort required to burn charcoal is definitely far greater than that required to open up wasteland. Although my father is not yet fifty years old, he has worked hard enough for this family over the years, and he does not need to participate in charcoal burning.

Anyway, he Liu Qingshan has superhuman power and superior wisdom, and he just burns charcoal, which is not a trivial matter.

Seeing that her son agreed not to let the old man burn charcoal, Wu Cuimei began to feel sorry for her son again: "Qingshan, why don't you stop burning charcoal, look at you, you have to open up the wasteland again, and you have to burn charcoal, what should you do if you are tired?"

Well, my status in this family is really not even comparable to the big outside. Liu Yuanhe clearly recognized this cruel fact.

It's a big rooster who still has three wives and four concubines, and he Liu Yuanhe has a wife, and he is pinched to death by his wife.

"Mom, don't worry, you won't be tired. Liu Qingshan said, "Although charcoal burning is not as fast as selling bamboo shoots and yams, but no matter what, it can be regarded as an income, and the money is accumulated in points. So, the charcoal still has to be burned. ”

Hearing this, Wu Cuimei became more and more relieved. Although his son has no academic qualifications, he has developed a good personality in the end. Not arrogant, not impatient, not fighting, but also down-to-earth.

I really don't know how many generations of high incense the old Liu family burned before they could marry a woman like her and give birth to such an excellent son.

"Dad. Liu Qingshan looked at his father again, "Tomorrow morning, I will go to sell yams early, and strive to come back before eight o'clock, and then we will go into the mountains together to open up the wasteland." ”

"No problem. Liu Yuanhe thought that in the near future, he would own an orange grove and become a 'big boss', he was very happy, and he said happily, "I can't eat your pig for dinner, am I still afraid of you when I work." ”

"Dad, I'm your son, and if you say I'm a pig, you're also a pig. ”

Liu Yuanhe pretended not to hear it and went out to feed the chickens and ducks.

Early in the morning, before dawn, Liu Qingshan went to the county seat. When I arrived at the county seat, I wholesaled the yams to everyone, and explained to everyone that I might not dig yams again in the future.

Hearing that Liu Qingshan was no longer digging yams, everyone was very sorry.

However, they also guessed early on that things would go in this direction. After all, this kid is not simple at first glance, and it is impossible to dig yams for a lifetime.

It's just that everyone didn't expect this day to come so quickly.

The fat uncle said very regretfully: "Qingshan, then don't dig yams, what are you going to do?"

"Open up the barren mountains. Liu Qingshan said with a smile, "I have a lot of mountains at home, and I plan to open up barren mountains and plant trees with my father." After all, digging yams is not a long-term solution, there are so many yams in the mountains, and they can't stand digging. However, there are still people digging yams in our village, and if you want them, I will tell them and ask them to find a representative to deliver the yams every day. ”

"That's okay, I'm sorry for you, Aoyama. ”

Hearing that they could still buy yams in the future, the hawkers' hearts were relieved.

After explaining the matter, Liu Qingshan hurried home again, and finally returned home before eight o'clock.