Liu Qingshan got down the ramp, walked in front of the steps in front of the old house of his second grandfather's house, and then crossed a long-standing drainage ditch made of stones, and arrived in front of his own vegetable garden.

The area of this vegetable garden is quite large, and if you count the collapsed old house and the pigsty and cattle pen, it is estimated that there are three or four acres of land.

Coupled with the abandoned dry land of the second grandfather's house, there are definitely five acres of land.

However, because my mother was frail and my father had to take care of the trees and fruit trees in the mountains and the rice in the paddy fields all the year round, the vegetable garden did not occupy all the dry land, but only opened up the best place for light in the middle.

In the vegetable patch, there are many types of vegetables that are common in farms, such as green onions, bok choy, cabbage, lettuce, etc.

Liu Qingshan carefully picked a little green onion.

The reason why I don't pull it out, but pick it, is mainly because once the green onion is dialed, it can be pulled out less and less.

And green onion is the soul of Camellia oleifera, and Camellia oleifera without green onion is soulless, so the green onion planted by the people in the village can basically only pick leaves, not uproot.

If anyone uproots the green onions, they will have to make the people who planted the green onions feel distressed for a while.

After returning home to wash the green onions and chop them, the fragrance of tea has wafted out of the oil tea pot in the mother's palm.

Liu Qingshan hurriedly walked into the kitchen with the green onions, and scooped the green onions into the three porcelain bowls with a spoon.

Seeing this, my mother picked up a long-handled soup spoon in one hand, scooped up a spoonful of golden tea soup from the boiling tea soup, held a bamboo tea strainer in the other hand and held it on the bowl, and then poured the tea soup in the spoon on the tea strainer.

In this way, the filtered camellia oil trickles from the bottom of the tea strainer into the bowl and merges with the verdant green onions.

The collision of the soul burst out of the mouth-watering delicacy in an instant, the mellow aroma of oil tea and the elegance of green onions are like the talents and beauties of ancient times.

Liu Qingshan impatiently picked up a bowl of oil tea with green onions, and was about to put it in his mouth.

At this time, my father brought a can of fried ruby peanuts.

Seeing this, Liu Qingshan put down the tea bowl again, immediately took the spoon of scooping peanuts from his father's hand, and added a spoonful of peanuts to his bowl.

If tea and green onions are a good match for talented and beautiful women, then this peanut is the third party in the bloody romance drama.

And the reality is that people love the story of dog blood.

Therefore, with the addition of peanuts, it can highlight the mellow aroma of tea and the elegance of green onions. In this process, the fire properties of peanuts after frying will also be exhausted, and finally become the flavor enhancer of Camellia oleifera......

Dreams are in the distance, tea is in the hometown.

No matter where the wanderers of the Yao nationality are scattered to the ends of the world, what kind of flower world they have seen, and what kind of exotic tea fragrance they have tasted, in their hearts, only the tea of their hometown is where the root is, where the soul is, and where the love is.

When Liu Qingshan was in the city, he often missed the oil tea in his mother's palm, and now when he returned, he sat at the table, watching the tea mall in his mother's hand beating the tea leaves in the iron pot one by one, and he suddenly had the illusion of turning back the years.

Dad also drank oil tea, he glanced at his son who was in a hurry, and even scalded his mouth a few times, and asked, "You should also have tea in the city." ”

"Yes, that kind of tea can't be compared with the oil tea in our mountains. Liu Qingshan recalled, "However, the aunts on the construction site occasionally make oil tea, but when they drink oil tea on the construction site, they always feel that it is not as good as drinking oil tea at home." ”

"Of course. My mother said with a smile while beating the tea leaves, "We have good mountains and good water here, and the tea brewed must be better." ”

Liu Qingshan just smiled.

He was still thinking about the news he saw in the WeChat group on his mobile phone last night.

The villagers seemed a little surprised to learn that he was now home. Someone else asked him if he wanted to find another odd job before the Chinese New Year, saying that he could introduce him to the past.

Although everyone was well-intentioned, it also made Liu Qingshan understand a truth. A young man who is physically fit should not be left at home.

Therefore, Liu Qingshan planned to go to the mountains to dig winter bamboo shoots after breakfast.

"Digging winter bamboo shoots?" Knowing that their son was going into the mountains to dig winter bamboo shoots, both parents said no.

My mother said, "Then the winter bamboo shoots will not emerge until the end of the New Year, so you can go into the mountains to dig bamboo shoots now, isn't it a waste of effort." ”

"Not really. "It's rare for my dad to echo my mother," and when the New Year is over, it comes out, just a bamboo shoot, how easy it is to dig, if you dig it now, it's a waste of effort." Moreover, no one has sold the winter bamboo shoots yet, so they will definitely not be able to dig them. ”

"How can you not dig it?" Liu Qingshan said while finding a stainless steel lunch box to hold rice, "How do you know you can't dig it if you haven't tried it?" Anyway, I'm idle at home, so it's better to go into the mountains and try it." ”

Dad didn't agree, but said, "If you have that strength, you might as well burn charcoal or chop wood." ”

"Oh, don't worry about it, let me dig for a day, and if I can't dig it, I'll talk about burning charcoal and chopping wood. ”

Seeing that his son didn't listen to persuasion, the old couple couldn't do anything.

The mother was worried that her son would spoil his stomach if he only ate cold rice in the mountains, so she found a plastic bottle to help him fill a bottle of oil tea and fried two eggs for him.

Liu Qingshan packed these things, found a hoe and snakeskin bag, and walked towards the mountain with high morale.

There is a courtyard outside the door, the west side of the courtyard is against the mountain, the north side is connected to the valley, the east side is by the small river, and after the small river is the mountains.

Most of the mountains in the village are connected to each other, so whether you enter the mountain from the west or from the east, you can walk into the mountain to the north. And after crossing these mountains, there are rolling mountains.

Mountains are connected to each other, just as there is always a junction between rivers.

There are many kinds of bamboo in the mountains, but the main ones are moso bamboo, hemp bamboo, square bamboo, and bitter bamboo.

Now, the winter bamboo shoots that Liu Qingshan wants to dig into the mountains are the bamboo shoots of moso bamboo.

Moso bamboo is widely distributed in the mountains, but villagers dig winter bamboo shoots, and they generally have to wait until after the Spring Festival when the bamboo shoots emerge before digging.

Moreover, after the Spring Festival, it is a good time for villages to pay New Year's greetings to each other, when every household is busy going to pay New Year's greetings, and few people go into the mountains to dig winter bamboo shoots.

Therefore, if you go into the mountains to dig winter bamboo shoots at this time, it is undoubtedly a good time. Because there are no competitors, and they can seize business opportunities early.

But the problem is that the winter bamboo shoots don't seem to be very obedient.

After Liu Qingshan found the bamboo forest, he dug for more than half an hour before digging out three bamboo shoots.

Looking at the many soil pits he dug in the ground and the three winter bamboo shoots lying on the ground, Liu Qingshan finally understood why the price of winter bamboo shoots in previous years was so high.

It turns out that this guy is so hard to dig!

"I knew that I would listen to my father and go into the mountains to burn charcoal. Liu Qingshan was a little deflated, and while waving his hoe, he said to himself, "Digging this thing, it is estimated that I won't be able to dig much in a day, isn't it a waste of my divine power." ”

Originally, with this divine power, he could do anything, but he chose to go home to farm, which was not self-inflicted.

Alas, God gave him a body of divine power, but did not give him a smarter brain.

"Qingshan?" Just when Liu Qingshan was a little indignant, a slightly old voice came from somewhere in the forest.

Liu Qingshan looked up and saw an old man with pale hair standing in the dappled sunlight through the bamboo forest, looking at him with a smile.

"Second grandfather, why are you here?" Liu Qingshan looked at the second grandfather with some surprise.

The second grandfather is over 70 years old, but because of the poor conditions at home, he still insists on working in the mountains.

The second grandfather walked to Liu Qingshan's side with a steady pace, sat down on a stone next to him, then took out a salt bag, pinched out a little tobacco from it, rolled it up with white cigarette paper, lit it, took a sip, and then said leisurely: "I went into the mountain to chop wood, it's getting cold this day, if you don't cut some firewood, you won't be able to survive the winter." ”

"You can let the eldest uncle and the second uncle go into the mountain to cut, you are so old, what are you doing in the mountain?" Liu Qingshan stood with a hoe and stood aside, a little discouraged.

"It's not that you don't know who your uncle is, everything in the family is on your second uncle, and he will be crushed even if he is an iron man, so I can't retire yet." ”

The second grandfather has two sons, the eldest son is lazy to eat, but the second son is too honest and does all the heavy work by himself.

"Qingshan, are you digging winter bamboo shoots?" the second grandfather glanced at the three bamboo shoots lying on the ground and asked.

"yes. Liu Qingshan smiled bitterly, "This thing is too difficult to dig, I have dug dozens of pits, so I dug such three small roots." ”

"That's because you're not doing it right. After the second grandfather took a puff of cigarette, he pressed the cigarette on the stone and extinguished it, then got up and took the hoe from Liu Qingshan's hand, looked around, and walked to a place with a small crack, and dug according to the crack.

After a few clicks, a winter bamboo shoot was visible.

Liu Qingshan was shocked: "Second grandfather, how do you know that there are bamboo shoots here?"

The second grandfather said with a smile while digging: "It's not simple, when the bamboo shoots grow up, they tear the ground." In some places, the mud is softer and can't be torn, and that place will be slightly uplifted, and if you step on it with your foot and it's soft, there will be bamboo shoots in that place. ”

"And. After the second grandfather dug out a bamboo shoot, he raised his head and pointed to the bamboo above his head and said, "Look at these bamboos, they all look the same, but they are dense and not dense, and those that grow densely and have dark leaves will have more bamboo shoots, and on the contrary, there will be fewer bamboo shoots." ”

Liu Qingshan was taught this, which was quite itchy. He took the hoe and followed the second grandfather's method to find the ground with cracks to excavate.

As a result, I really dug up a bamboo shoot.

The second grandfather pointed to a whip-like knotted rhizome on the ground and said, "Look, this is a bamboo whip." If you can't find a crack or a small bag of dirt sometimes, then gently dig the soil next to the bamboo root to find such a bamboo whip, and then dig along the thick bamboo whip, and you will definitely find bamboo shoots. However, this bamboo whip is the vein of bamboo, don't dig it up. ”

"Okay. Liu Qingshan continued to dig forward along the bamboo whip, and sure enough, he found a few more bamboo shoots.

The second grandfather smiled: "Look, as long as you have the strength, this bamboo shoot is not difficult to dig." If I were as young and energetic as you, I'd dig it too. But my old bones, let alone digging bamboo shoots, are a bit difficult to chop wood. ”

"Second grandfather, you wait, I'll dig a bag for you, and you can take it home to eat. Liu Qingshan said that, then waved his hoe again and continued to dig bamboo shoots.