With the end of the 11th Golden Week, the autumn harvest work in Black Blind Tun has also come to an end. The crops in the field have basically been cleaned up, and only some straw and the like are left, which have not yet had time to be transported back to the village.

In addition, there are some cabbage, radish and mustard greens, which are not very afraid of frost, even if they are slightly frozen, as soon as the sun is shining, they can be relieved immediately.

These days, the smiles on everyone's faces have not been broken, because after the village chief's uncle estimated it, he came to the conclusion: What a bumper harvest! Farmers who depend on the weather for food, of course, hope for a good harvest the most.

During this period, thousands of tourists came to the Black Blind Tun, and then they all returned with a full load, more or less a few agricultural products. This also makes Sister Lin's pockets more and more bulging, and there is a tendency to become a little rich woman.

Li Xiaopang was worried that she would forget her roots, and reminded a few words: "The fruits in our forest will definitely have a bumper harvest in the coming year, girl, you have to take precautions." ”

"Tourism is so profitable, who cares about your rotten fruit." Sister Lin also began to learn to make fun of the little fat brother.

But Li Xiaopang didn't care about this, hehe said twice: "You don't want to have people rushing to ask for it, the fruits in our mountains are just like you girl, the little rich woman doesn't worry about getting married!" ”

quarreling with him, in Li Da's clear words: Of course, Sister Lin can't take advantage of it-

The fruits in the mountains are actually Sister Lin's favorite, how could she be willing to let go. Moreover, the funds for the construction of the distillery are ready, and after the road is repaired in the spring of next year, the plant can be built with materials, in short, it will definitely be put into production by the autumn of the next year.

Because the quality of the mountain fruits produced in this forest far exceeds those of the same kind, it is conceivable that the fruit wine and drinks brewed will taste like Sister Lin dare not think about it, and she can't help but feel a little tired when she thinks about it.

The crops were all recovered, and everyone's tense nerves were relaxed a lot, and there was no big work left, so they could work slowly.

But Li Xiaopang was not idle, and after cleaning up Qiu'er, he immediately organized a part of the strong laborers in the village to go to the meadow, preparing to harvest part of the grass on the meadow as winter storage fodder. If you put it elsewhere, it will be a little late to mow the grass again this month. However, it is just right to put it in the black blind tun, the grass here, the growth period is extraordinarily long, and now, the grass on the Dianzi has just begun to turn yellow, and it is officially the fattest time.

This work is very necessary, harvesting grass seeds, cutting grass, for the black blind man, is almost as important as cleaning up Qiu'er. You know, there are a lot of herbivores in the tunzi now, including horses, sheep, plus old cows, grass mud horses, etc., in the long winter, you have to chew the old nose.

But there is no need to harvest the grass on the dianzi, after all, there are still many wild animals, so go straight to this winter, such as deer and yellow sheep, etc. According to the plan proposed by Uncle Biao, roughly one-tenth of the grass on Dianzi is enough to be harvested.

Most of the current pastures and harvesting forage have been directly baled using modern machinery. But in terms of the current economic strength of the black blind Zitun, I can't afford it, so I can only work harder and cut it slowly, anyway, there are still few livestock this year, and the grass that needs to be harvested is not too much.

So, as usual, the women harvested the seeds, while the old men carried sickles to cut the grass. Mowing grass is much lighter than harvesting crops, which usually have thicker stalks and softer stalks. Moreover, the meadow in the black blind man's tun has good pasture growth, which is more than one person tall, and there is no need to cut it close to the ground, which can save a lot of energy.

After breakfast, the large army officially set off for the meadow. At this moment, it is the time of high autumn air, blue sky, white clouds and yellow grass, the autumn wind blows, the grass waves surge, this shows the cattle and sheep in the grass, how magnificent the scene is!

Although it has just passed the 11th Golden Week, there are still a small number of tourists, about fifty or sixty, most of whom are elderly people who do not need to go to school or work. I heard that the village was grassy, so I came over and enjoyed the scenery of the meadow by the way.

Accompanied by Uncle Silly's melodious Mongolian tune, the group seemed to be in the vast steppe, and their hearts were a little more distant.

Li Xiaopang also snorted blindly, anyway, he had a long breath. He was also dressed differently from the others, who wore gloves and carried a sickle in their hands, while he and Uncle Biao carried a large samarium knife on their shoulders, which was a little more powerful.

The so-called large samarium knife is roughly equivalent to a sickle several sizes larger: the handle is a wooden rod more than a zhang long, and the head of the knife is more than half a meter long; The usage is also different from that of a sickle.

Since the meadow does not need to be fully cut, of course, it is necessary to choose a place with a good rise to harvest. Although the grass species is the same, the grass is especially tall near the river. In advance, the group had already chosen a few pastures - not like wool, of course, but one place.

After arriving at the place, the task was assigned, and everyone else was more than two meters apart, and everyone went hand in hand; Biao Ye and Li Xiaopang were big scenes, and most of the tourists followed them from a distance.

I saw that the two men stood firmly under their feet, holding the big samarium knife with both hands one after the other, and then opened their arms, the big samarium knife drew a long arc in front of them, and a row of grass brushes were put down; Immediately, the big samarium knife gently pushed back, and the patches of grass were gathered into a pile, just a big bundle. Next, it's a matter of repeating the same action, which is much faster than using a sickle.

"It's a humanoid lawnmower!" Some people among the tourists admired, but this job is not something that anyone can do, and without the strength, they can't play the big samarium knife at all. Even if you are a strong laborer, you have to cut the grass for a while, and then tie it for a while, and take advantage of this time to take a break.

As for Li Xiaopang, he has endless energy, and he doesn't stop, and the big samarium knife is slashing. There was a person in the back to help bundle the grass, and he couldn't be busy.

At the beginning, Uncle Biao also intended to compete with Li Xiaopang. As a result, after half an hour of work, he was left far behind by this pervert. Uncle Biao shook his head: Old man, it seems that the position of the first good man in the black blind man's tun should be given to the young man.

Harvesting grass seems to be a simple and repetitive job, but in fact, it is still very emotional, after all kinds of weeds are cut, the slurry exudes a variety of smells, fresh and good. Especially when you want to cut the cucumber fragrance, the rich cucumber fragrance can greatly relieve fatigue.

Accidents also happen occasionally, Li Xiaopang was playing with a big knife, and he heard a fluttering sound in the grass, and the pheasant rushed out of the grass and flew into the air. After a few flaps of his wings, he fell from mid-air and landed in the clearing.

The eyes of the tourists behind lit up, and they quickly caught the pheasant, and when they checked, it turned out that the wings were opened by Li Xiaopang's big knife, and half of the body was bloody and pulled, obviously not alive.

"I didn't expect that there would be an unexpected harvest, so I stewed at night to satisfy my hunger." Li Xiaopang shouted, and the tourists happily started to send the unlucky pheasant on the road, and a few pheasant feathers were also coaxed by the tourists.

After two breeding seasons, pheasants and hares on the meadow have formed a certain size. Pheasants are relatively small, roughly in the hundreds; The number of hares is immeasurable. No way, this thing is too fecund. Li Xiaopang was ready, and after the farm was slack, he organized people to start hunting hares, so as not to flood the grassland.

After a morning's work, Li Xiaopang gained a lot, and the big knife picked up a total of two pheasants and three hares, which added a lot of color to the lunch.

At the initiative of Sister Lin, lunch was carried out in the wild, bringing a pot stove and setting it up by the river, Uncle Lao Yu cast a net early in the morning to catch fish, a big pot of fat heads, silver carp, etc., simmered slowly for a morning, and even the fish bones were soft.

In addition, the pheasants and hares were also braised after they were picked. There was not enough meat, and the potatoes were made up, and a large pot was stewed. In addition, there are two people who picked up a few buckets of rice from the village, there are meals and vegetables, and they like to drink two sips of wine.

The laborers and tourists in the village sat together, and the family held a big bowl, and the curtain was very happy. The end result was that everyone was overwhelmed, and they all argued that this meal was the most delicious.

After eating, I went to the mowed straw bale, looked up at the blue sky and white clouds, smelled the smell of the grass around me, and the whole person seemed to be one with nature.

After resting, I continued to work in the afternoon. Li Xiaopang took the lead, still rushing to the front, and the big samarium knife flashed with a cold light. At this moment, he seemed to be on the battlefield, and the incalculable amount of grass around him was the enemy, and he was killed in pieces.

There was another noise in the grass. Li Xiaopang was stunned for a moment, and then reacted: It must be a pheasant or a hare again, hehe, hugging the grass and beating the rabbit, idle is also idle.

However, this time the movement was a bit big, and I saw a group of big birds flying up, their wings flapping, and Li Xiaopang felt the whirring wind; One of them flew crookedly for more than ten meters before falling headlong.

Li Xiaopang slapped his head vigorously: "It's a bad dish, I accidentally hurt the wild goose——"

Birds of such a large size, except for geese, are swans, and just now he vaguely saw that the birds were not the white of swans, so he thought it was geese.

The tour group following him also quickly captured the big bird, and was talking about it, guessing what kind of bird it was. A few of them ate more beautifully at noon, and they all said, "I can add food again in the evening!" ”

"What kind of bird is this, it looks weird?" Li Xiaopang also looked at it for a long time, but he didn't know it. The wings and sides of the strange bird had been cut by a large samarium knife and was already dying. It has bells and whistles on its body, and its body is huge, so it is one size smaller than an ostrich. Two long legs, except that the neck is not as bare as that of an ostrich. The most interesting thing is that the corners of the mouth are long and thin feathers, which explode to the sides, as if they have two bushes of beards. It's the first time I've seen a bearded bird.

Among the tourists, an old man suddenly exclaimed: "This can't be a great bustard, it is said that there are only a few hundred in the country, which is more precious than the white swan, and it is a national first-class protected bird!" ”

When everyone heard this, they all looked at Li Xiaopang: Now you are in trouble, you will go to jail if you don't know!

Li Xiaopang was obviously frightened enough, threw down the big samarium knife in his hand, and ran away without a trace, leaving only this group of tourists stunned on the meadow-