"Child, you have been abroad, you have a wide range of knowledge, and your ideological consciousness is high. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 infoThe local minds in the southeast are too closed, they need the oppression of external forces, and the impact of new things, so that they can get rid of poverty and become rich as soon as possible!"

Duanmu Rong bowed deeply in front of the old man and said, "Teacher, you also know that the heavy industry in the southeast is not tenable at all, except for coal mines. In the past, there was no market for light industry, and many factories were closed within two years, causing many young and middle-aged people to go out to work. ”

"However, this time the southeast has been transformed into an urban area, which is an opportunity for development. However, this opportunity depends on the government's macroeconomic regulation and control, and the micro grasp ...... the executors. ”

After the sun went down, there were flecks of purple and fiery red in the sky, reflected in the slowly flowing river of Dawang Village, and the two intersected with each other, and finally disappeared into the night.

It was getting late, and the transparent moonlight was like a light veil, illuminating the vast fields around Dawang Village. The sound of frogs sounded in my ears, and the bleak night brought a little quiet and peace.

Snuggled in his father's arms, listening to the sound coming from the rattling fields, Song Wen was not as uneasy as yesterday, but felt a little close. looked at his father in a daze, and used bamboo leaves to play a beautiful tune for himself, but he had never heard it before. However, these tunes seem to be similar to the chimes that my father taught me, and they all have similar tunes.

After a long time, listening to the sound of sound of sleep in his arms, Xia Liu stopped, looked at the village that was transparent by the moonlight, withdrew his eyes, and carried Song Wen into the house.

Early in the morning, dragged Song Wen, who was worried, out of bed, and in the midst of dissatisfied complaints, put on clothes and socks for him, and after tidying up, he took him to the forest of Dawang Village.

The smell of moss, the scent of earth, the fragrance of trees, the smell of life from young shoots, and the smell of corrosion from dead branches and leaves. The surrounding area of the trail is filled with a variety of flavors.

Even if Xia Liu in front of him used his broad body to open the way for Song Wen, he couldn't stop the morning dew from all directions. Especially Song Wen's restless hands, constantly shaking the small branches, the father and son who had just walked halfway were already soaked below the knees, and their bodies were also covered with dew.

In the morning sun, the moisture of the father and son continued to evaporate from the hair, clothes, and shoes, and followed by the moisture of the surrounding vegetation, rising until it dissipated.

Song Wen's eyes kept looking, as if he had seen a treasure, looking at his father, hoping to get affirmation and answers from his father's mouth. For this reason, Xia Liu had to find an open place and carefully explain to him, until his little head nodded as if he didn't understand, which led him to his destination.

Throw pheasants, rabbits, and favorite foods in the trap, go to the next place, and do the same. Song Wen looked nervously at the grass not far away, looked at his father with some uncertainty, and whispered, "Dad, can this work?"

"Yes, of course. Shhhhhh ”

Around the trap there was a pheasant poking out its brain, its body as small as that of a woman, apparently in its teenage years. With each step, it always stops, carefully observing its surroundings. After a while, it relieved itself and quickly ate the grain that had been scattered on the ground.

Hearing a wail, the father and son hurriedly jumped out of the bushes, and Song Wen, who was entangled, broke free under his father's powerful big hand. With a curious gaze, he looked at the pheasant hanging from the tree, constantly waving his wings.

Xia Liu tugged at the rope, controlled its wings, and tied its feet with the thread. After observing it for a long time, he withdrew his gaze because his father had put it in a bag.

When he came to the next place, he saw that there were scarlet traces on the ground, and Xia Liu, like a hunter, hugged Song Wen, followed the traces, and quickly looked for the traces of the prey.

Soon, they came to a rabbit den, and the wounded rabbit was moaning on the ground, licking the wounds on his legs, as if it would be better.

Xia Liu hurriedly took out the anesthetic applied to the food and carefully sent it to the hare's surroundings. I found a place to sit down and answered Song Wen's questions.

"Daddy, how did you find the rabbit? And how do you know where its home is? And why did you make a trap that caught the rabbit and why mine couldn't?"

Regarding Song Wen's superficial and naïve question, Xia Liu did not mention it, but carefully explained it to him, seeing that his little head nodded in understanding, but he still pestered himself.

Afraid that the prey would run away, Xia Liu coaxed him: "Dad catches rabbits for you to raise, okay?"

Song Wen, who was overjoyed, followed his father and lay on the ground in a decent manner, watching. Seeing the rabbit lying on the ground, he quickly walked over and counted in his mouth: "One, two, three, four, five, one ......." ”

Seeing that Song Wen could only count to five, Xia Liu, who was a little funny, touched his hair and said, "How did your mother teach you that you can't even count ten?"

Song Wen said in a low tone: "Mom, I'm very busy." Usually when Wen'er falls asleep, she will go to my grandmother's house and take me home, Wen'er can only see her mother at night. Mom won't be happy if she can't see Wen'er. ”

"Then you have to learn it quickly, and when you learn it, I'll take you to your mother." ”

Seeing that Song Wen had a smile on his face again, Xia Liu hurriedly put dozens of rabbits, large and small, into another bag.

Hearing the praise of the people around him, Song Wen raised his neck, looked proud, hummed the children's rhyme taught by his mother, and walked home with a smile.

"Dad, we're going to eat fish at noon today, and you're not allowed to eat my chickens and rabbits?"

When Xia Liu heard this, he was not happy: "Rabbit cub, this is the fruit of my labor, don't say more, at least half of it, right?"

Song Wen made a small face and refused: "No." ”

Seeing the little guy crying, Xia Liu hurriedly raised his hand and said, "Okay, okay, it's all up to you, I'll cook." ”

"Hmm, after eating, help me make a nest for them, okay?"

"Good. ”

In response, Xia Liu got busy, thinking that Song Wen was growing his body and getting the dishes ready, so he came to the river again, caught a fish for him, and boiled soup .......

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