Not only in the area of Long Powa, but also in the whole village, as long as there are mountains and soil, yams can be found almost everywhere.

Yams are very casual guys, whether they are loess slopes or sandy textures, as long as conditions permit, they can take root.

Don't look at the fragile rhizomes of yams, but once they are identified as a place to grow, the weak body can also grow straight into the ground with the perseverance of an awl drill bit.

Generally speaking, shallow yams can grow fifty or sixty centimeters, and those that grow deep are unknown.

According to Liu Qingshan's memory, he had dug up a yam king tree before, and the rhizome was as thick as an arm, and he dug a pit almost two meters deep before digging it all out.

After the Mid-Autumn Festival, the wild yam vines, which climb the branches and swell all summer, hang strings of three-petal flower shells high on the branches. When the mountain wind blows, they will make a sound like wind chimes.

However, although the wild yams after the Mid-Autumn Festival are easy to find, the mountain people do not like to go into the mountains to dig yams at this time.

First, the autumn tiger is too poisonous, and secondly, there is no moisture from the spring rain, and it is difficult to dig up the yellow mud in the mountains. Therefore, the mountain people always like to wait until the spring rain moistens everything in the next year, and the spring breeze blows the green willows, before they follow the red seedlings of the yam to find the rhizome of the yam.

However, Liu Qingshan is full of divine power, and digging some yams is really too easy and simple for him.

After digging in the mountains for an afternoon, when I came home at five o'clock, the snakeskin bag contained at least seventy or eighty pounds of yams.

Digging so many yams in one afternoon, if you dig for a day, then you still have to go?

Wu Cuimei saw that her son had not returned home for several hours after entering the mountain, thinking that he had another injury on his body, so she was very worried, for fear that he would encounter a wild boar or something.

Liu Yuanhe picked up the oranges that had fallen to the ground and said: "He is in his twenties, what are you worried about him doing? He just spent the night in the mountains, you don't need to worry about him, do you really think that he is stupid enough to fight the wild boar face to face again? If this is the case, then there is something wrong with his brain, even if you worry about it, it is useless." Don't worry about him, go cook, I'm hungry. ”

Liu Qingshan happened to walk to the middle of the courtyard, and heard his father's words from a distance: "Dad, your cool words are really good." ”

Liu Yuanhe didn't raise his head, just glanced at his son in the distance, and responded loudly: "It's better for me to say cool things than for some people to frame his father." If such a person had been in ancient times, he would have been paraded through the streets. ”

"Who framed you? Liu Qingshan walked to the door and gently put the yam on his shoulder on the ground, "Did you say that you stared at other people's girls? Did you hit my ass with a bamboo piece? Hehe, I still framed you, don't think that everyone is as dirty as you, okay?"

Liu Yuanhe stiffened his face and hurriedly turned his head to look at his wife behind him: "Did you say that he was fine, and he deliberately pretended to be in pain in order to make me feel guilty?"

Wu Cuimei didn't bother to take care of him, let alone give him any witnesses, so she walked straight to her son's side, looked at a big bag of things on the ground, and asked with some surprise: "Qingshan, what is this?"

Liu Qingshan smiled, opened the mouth of the bag, and took out a yam about the size of an arm from it: "Mom, give, make pig's feet yam soup." ”

"Oh my God. Wu Cuimei took a big yam and was happy, "Why is this guy so big?"

"This is the largest, it took a pit almost two meters deep to dig out, just this yam, it is estimated that there are about twenty catties, but it is too long, I broke it. ”

"Oh, silly son, what are you breaking it for? If it doesn't break, if you sell it in town, it will sell for a lot of money. Wu Cuimei was distressed.

Liu Qingshan smiled indifferently: "Mom, what to sell, such a good yam king, of course I kept it for myself to eat, it is estimated that this yam has been around for many years, it must be very nourishing, you go to scrape the skin, I will chop the pig's feet." ”

"Eat it yourself?" Wu Cuimei was reluctant, took the yam, stood in place, and muttered, "It's too wasteful to eat it yourself, digging yams to sell during the Qingming Festival, you can sell them for more than ten yuan a catty." This yam is so thick that it has to be several catties, and it is too wasteful to eat. ”

"Mom!" Liu Qingshan was speechless, "This yam can replenish the spleen and stomach, strengthen the muscles and bones, it is most suitable for people like you who are weak, it doesn't matter if you eat more, anyway, there are a lot of them in the mountains, and besides, haven't you seen it, I still have a lot of them in this bag." ”

Wu Cuimei looked at the bag, then looked at the yam in her hand, and then smiled: "Qingshan, you see that you have dug up so many yams, you must not be able to eat them all at once, and they are not fresh after a long time at home, and, like you said, the mountains are everywhere, and you can dig them, so do you think we should send some to your uncle?"

"If you want to eat yams, won't they buy them themselves?" Before Liu Qingshan could speak, Liu Yuanhe spoke first, "They have money, and you are still worried that they won't eat it?" Don't be stupid, with this time and effort, it is better to sell these yams, even if they are only sold for ten yuan a catty, they can be sold for hundreds of yuan here." ”

But no, before and after the Qingming Festival, when the yam just sprouted new red seedlings, the yam was particularly easy to dig, the soil was soft, the weather was cool, and an old man like him went into the mountain to dig the yam, and he could dig twenty or thirty catties a day. After selling, you can also get two or three hundred yuan.

What's more, now that it's autumn, the autumn tiger is poisonous and spicy, and the mountains are dry, it's really not easy to dig yams, and the price will definitely be higher than that time in Qingming, not low.

Dad's words woke up Liu Qingshan.

Originally, he didn't plan to sell these yams, so he wanted to keep them at home to eat, anyway, there are no vegetables at home now. But his father's words gave him a new idea.

According to my father's previous words, now that the price of winter bamboo shoots has been lowered by other mountain people, it is obvious that there is no way to make more money by digging winter bamboo shoots.

However, yams can.

Even if the yam can only be sold for ten yuan a catty, but, according to his strength, it is not a problem to dig two hundred catties a day, so if it is sold, it will be at least more than two thousand yuan.

Liu Qingshan was happy: "Yes, Mom, I'm going to sell these yams." I cannot send it. ”

"Alas. Wu Cuimei sighed, "Why are you two so stingy?"

"Mom, it's not a question of being stingy or not, you think, your son and I are seriously injured, and I endured the pain and went into the mountains to dig up such a little yam, I originally wanted to sell it in exchange for some medicine money, if you give the yam to my uncle and them, can they give me money?

Washer?

The big guy costs one or two thousand dollars. If this had been put before, she wouldn't even dare to think about it. But now that her son has said it, she believes it.

She nodded expectantly: "Okay, don't send it, they have their own hands and feet, if they want to eat, let them dig it themselves." ”