Liu Qingshan is not bad, after all, he has a divine power, and he has a smart brain, and he is loved by everyone, and even the yam has to take the initiative to surrender when he sees him, so he dug up a hundred catties of yam today.

Well, it was cut in half again.

However, although the number of yams has dropped sharply today, it is obviously much better than that of other villagers.

The other villagers basically only dug more than ten or twenty catties. A little more, thirty catties are capped, and the least, even only a few catties.

However, although there are few yams, everyone is happy.

It's winter now, and the farming work is over, and there is basically no income. Even if you only dig more than ten catties of yams, if you sell them, you will have more than 100 yuan, and on average, you can earn dozens of yuan a day.

It's much better than picking oranges for someone. If you go to help the fruit farmer pick oranges, it will cost you 60 yuan a day, and if you move slowly, the boss will not be happy, and he will show you his face.

You can dig yams freely, you can dig if you want, and if you don't want to dig, you can find a shade and sit down to rest. This freedom is definitely incomparable to going to work for others.

Therefore, even though there was not much harvest on the first day today, everyone was still happy.

However, Liu Qingshan was not so happy.

It's not that he's not happy because everyone is stealing business from him, but after seeing all the villagers pouring into the mountains to dig yams, he suddenly realized something.

When I returned home, before he could speak, my mother greeted him first: "Qingshan, what's going on? I saw a lot of people going into the mountains today, and I asked them where they were going, and they all said that they went into the mountains to dig yams." ”

As he spoke, he looked at the yam that his son dug today, and found that there were a lot fewer yams today, only a hundred catties, so he was even more sure of what happened today.

Liu Qingshan wiped a handful of sweat and said with a smile: "Hey, it's okay, Mom, don't worry, they can't dig me, look at me, I have dug up a hundred catties, but they are only about thirty catties at most." ”

Wu Cuimei frowned, and muttered puzzledly: "Okay, why did these people suddenly remember to go into the mountain to dig yams, in previous years, they didn't always have to wait until Qingming to dig yams." ”

"You still don't understand this?" Liu Yuanhe walked out of the hall, stared at his wife with a straight face, and said, "It's not all because of your big mouth, you will promote it everywhere when you buy a few crabs at home, as if you are afraid that others will not know that your son has the ability." Now it's okay, the whole village knows that Qingshan has made money selling yams, and the whole village has followed into the mountains to dig yams, and in the future, you can eat. ”

Wu Cuimei glared angrily when she boarded: "Liu Yuanhe, you have to speak according to your conscience, when did I go around to publicize the crab thing? Didn't I just say a few casual words to Qingshan's second grandfather and second grandmother? Is this called propaganda? Obviously, it was those women who played cards with you all day long who went back to publicize it after eating our crabs, why do you blame me?"

"How do you know that someone said it, obviously you said it yourself. ”

"You old thing that eats inside and out, don't think that I don't know that when you eat, you deliberately kicked people's feet, and now, people eat your wine and make you crazy, and you still treat others as ancestors, are you blind?"

Eat your wine, make you mad. It's a local proverb that probably means that you drink your good wine at your house, and then you get drunk at your house and make a lot of trouble.

took your benefits, and stabbed you behind your back. There are many such people in reality.

Although those women are not bad enough to this level, this is what they mean.

"You're blind. Liu Yuanhe was tough this time, and replied a few words one after another, "It's obviously your fault." Even if those women said it, if you don't leave people to eat, people will say so much? You say that you are a person, you can keep people to eat, and you deliberately make the crab so spicy. How small do you think you have to be?"

"My fault, I'm small-minded?" Wu Cuimei was even more angry, and without saying much, she immediately raised her two hands and scratched at Liu Yuanhe.

Seeing his father being scratched and screaming, Liu Qingshan's back felt cold, and he suddenly realized a shocking truth: his wife is always right!

Seeing that his mother was tired, Liu Qingshan said, "Oh, Dad, Mom, don't make trouble." Actually, it's nothing. Yams are originally wild in the mountains, anyone can dig them, everyone sees that yams can make money, and it is understandable to dig yams, why are you so angry. ”

"I'm not angry with others for digging yams. Wu Cuimei withdrew her hand, glared at Liu Yuanhe and said, "I'm angry, this dead ghost is always on the side of those women." In the future, if he can't tell the difference between black and white, you see how I clean him up. ”

Liu Yuanhe covered his aching neck and argued: "Who said that I stood on the side of those women, I just think that I have to be reasonable." ”

"Reason, this is the truth!" Wu Cuimei raised her palm.

Liu Qingshan saw his father looking at his mother's palm, and suddenly coaxed, and couldn't help laughing: "It's okay, our family is indeed a little better now, and I have indeed saved some money, others know it, anyway, our money is above board, it's all my hard-earned money, I'm not afraid of what others say." ”

Hearing this, Wu Cuimei was quite pleased. Sure enough, it was her son, who was open-minded. She smiled at her son and said, "Qingshan, it's good that you can think like this, I'm afraid that you will feel uncomfortable." ”

"How can it be? It's all said, the yam belongs to everyone, whoever has the ability to dig it, whoever digs it, I don't blush at all. “

"But in this way, I am afraid that there will be fewer and fewer yams you can dig in the future. Wu Cuimei frowned again.

The good days of this family have not been many days, and it is really annoying to encounter such a thing now.

Liu Qingshan was also thinking about this problem before.

After all, there are only a few yams in the mountains, and if everyone digs them, the yams he can dig will naturally become less and less.

But there is no way to do it, you can neither prevent others from entering the mountain, nor can you give birth to yam like the protagonist in it, so you can only admit it.

However, when he thought about it later, it suddenly dawned on him.

He looked at his father, who was sitting silent, and said, "Actually, this is not a bad thing. ”

"Isn't it a bad thing?" Wu Cuimei didn't understand.

"Hmm. Liu Qingshan nodded, "Seeing so many people digging yams in the mountains today, I suddenly thought about it, and I felt that just digging wild goods to exchange for money was not a long-term solution." Even if there are many wild goods in the mountains, they still pick the time and the season. And even if I can make a lot of money digging mountain goods, the money will always run out, and in the end there will be nothing left, so it is better to do something else. ”

Seeing his parents looking at him with a puzzled expression, obviously not understanding what other things were, he continued: "I think, whether it is planting cedar trees, pine trees, tea trees, or orange trees, if you plant them, they are your own things, and others can't grab them, and they can't take them away." Moreover, these things can be passed down from generation to generation. Just like the cedar tree that my grandfather planted now, isn't it still growing in the ground? ”

The old couple's eyes lit up.

Wu Cuimei looked at her son in surprise: "So, do you plan to open up the wasteland and plant cedar trees?"

"What fir trees to plant. Without waiting for his son to answer, Liu Yuanhe objected first, "It will take at least twenty or thirty years for the cedar tree to become a tree, and at that time, the state may not cut down the tree for you and sell it." According to me, it is better to plant fir trees than orange trees. The orange tree grows in three years, and when it bears fruit, it can be sold for money. If you take good care of it, you can sell it for money every year in the future. ”

"Well, that makes sense. Wu Cuimei nodded, "It's okay to grow tea, tea is easier to take care of than orange trees, and when it rains in Guyu this year, fresh tea is sold for eight yuan a catty, if you plant a large piece of tea, not only will your own tea be guaranteed in the future, but you can also sell it for money if you can't finish eating." ”

Seeing that his parents were very interested in opening up new industries, Liu Qingshan knew that his idea was right.

He said: "Okay, you can plant whatever you say, but the problem now is that no matter what you plant, you have to open up the wasteland first." ”

"Hey, it's not easy to open up wasteland, we have so much land, just open a piece of land is enough to plant. Liu Yuanhe said proudly.

"Look at your little bit of income, and you still open a piece of land casually, if you don't have my son, can you go to the wasteland by yourself? ”

"Yes, as long as your son has the ability, as long as your son can do it, come on, I won't participate in the wasteland reclamation, let your son do it alone. ”

"If you don't do it, if you don't go, my son can still open the land, and when the time comes, I will let my son plant tea for me, and you don't want to occupy half of the land." ”

No, no, no, Liu Yuanhe just wants an orange grove. He wanted a big, large orange grove, preferably the largest in the village. In this way, it will have more weight in front of the villagers in the future.

In other words, bragging can be louder in the future.

He ignored Wu Cuimei's ridicule and white eyes, and asked with a smile at his son, "Qingshan, which piece of land are you going to open?"

Liu Qingshan thought for a while and said, "Then let's open the piece of Longpowa." ”

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