The farmer's breakfast was slightly light, a bowl of millet porridge, a plate of home-pickled pickles, two corn pancakes with Yimeng characteristics, and two green onions. Eat a bite of pancake rolls and green onions, take a bite of pickles, and drink a mouthful of millet porridge, and feel comfortable all over.

Millet is grown in his own field, the corn used for the pancakes is also grown in his own field, and the raw materials for pickled vegetables, in addition to soy sauce, salt and vinegar, are the main ingredients of carrots, cucumbers, spicy cabbage, ginger, garlic, etc., which are all grown in the vegetable garden in the backyard of Sang Shoucheng's family.

The peasants of China are industrious and thrifty, and as long as they can grow something in their own fields, they are reluctant to spend money to buy it.

Self-sufficiency is a natural characteristic of Chinese farmers.

Isn't it a kind of happiness that one's own labor can meet one's own needs?

Moreover, it is much healthier to enjoy millet porridge, pickles and corn pancakes in exchange for your own labor than to eat bean juice fritters or hamburger fries in the city.

The family buried their heads in breakfast and said little.

Sang Shoucheng ate it first, and then squatted at the door and pressed a pot of dry tobacco grown in his own field.

As the saying goes, knowing the son is more than the father, last night after thinking about it, Sang Shoucheng figured out why his son was looking for a thin wire, but he carried the woven bag and put it in the kiln, but he didn't figure it out.

"Heng, what did you go down to the kiln?" Sang Shoucheng was a little curious.

Sang Zhiheng said that it is better not to let your parents know about the affairs of the jade pei space. It's troublesome to explain, and there's no way to bring my parents in to see it. Anyway, more is better than less, so he decided to lie.

Although he said that he rarely lied in his life, it still made sense to tell one once in a while.

"Ah, Dad, I bought some grape branches from the Internet and plan to raise some grape seedlings next year."

When Sang Shoucheng's wife heard this, she frowned and looked at her son and asked, "Are there any grape seedlings sold on the Internet?" ”

"Everything is sold online, Mom."

Zhiheng nodded in disbelief, she couldn't figure out what the net was and how it could still be sold.

"If you want to start a vineyard, I have no objection, but one thing you must know, tending to grapes is a meticulous job, and you must pay attention to it."

"Your father has been working on fruit trees for most of his life, grapes, peach trees, apricot trees, walnut trees, if anyone is sick with insects, they will come to your father to see. In the future, if you don't understand something, take your dad with you. ”

Hearing his wife praise himself, Sang Shoucheng was a little embarrassed, and said to his wife with a half-red face: "Okay, what are you doing with these useless children, no one will treat you as a dumb person if you don't speak." ”

was said by her own man, Zhiheng's mother didn't feel much angry, but felt a little embarrassed to make her man angry, and while accompanying an apologetic smile, she hurriedly began to clean up the dishes and chopsticks that the family had finished eating.

Sang Shoucheng glanced back at his son, and then asked, "Do you think you can make money by tinkering with grapes?" ”

Although the reason why he went back to the village to farm was not for money, only by making money, and he had to make a lot of money, could he dispel the doubts of his parents and sister, and he could also raise his head in front of the old and young masters of the entire Taizi Village.

Therefore, Sang Zhiheng must make a lot of money, and the first shot must be fired.

"Yes, you can make money."

Hearing his son say this, Lao Sang nodded, his son is not a person who likes to talk big.

"That's okay, if we can't make money, we will be looked down upon by the villagers."

Hearing his father say such a sentence, Sang Zhiheng suddenly felt the pressure on his shoulders become heavier.

He walked up to his father, looked at his father, smiled, and said, "It's okay, Dad, I can make a lot of money." ”

Sang Shoucheng looked at his son, how proud he was, he also smiled and said, "My son can become a big thing in anything." ”

"Dad, don't say that, let others hear the joke."

"Hahahaha, Oh yes, there are a lot of hares over there in the West Mountain, you can go and take a look."

After Sang Shoucheng finished speaking, he walked out of the house with his hands behind his back.

Sang Zhiheng shook his head, held the thin wire and said, "Hey, my father still understands me, as soon as I take the thin wire, my father knows that I am going to set the rabbit." ”

In the city, you can go singing, dancing, drinking, and playing cards in your free time. However, this kind of pastime is not what Sang Zhiheng likes, he always feels that he is being pulled by colleagues and friends to make up the numbers.

In this mountain village, the method of pastime is connected with the mountain, the stream in the mountain, and the birds and animals in the mountain, and the thousands of plants and trees.

Sang Zhiheng, who grew up in the mountains since he was a child, knew that it was a good time to set rabbits in this early winter.

The hare is a wild animal with a frightening reproductive ability, from the beginning of April to the late autumn of September and late autumn, generally every forty or fifty days, the mother rabbit will have a litter of rabbits. In this way, a female rabbit can lay two to three litters of rabbits a year, a litter can live three or four, and a female rabbit can breed about ten rabbits a year.

In the Xuangu Mountain area, the natural enemies of rabbits are mainly badgers, foxes, eaglets, etc., but because these larger wild animals have been hunted in large quantities and are almost extinct, the natural enemies of rabbits are becoming fewer and fewer.

There are many hares, and in the past, there were many hunters who came to hunt with **. However, now these ** have been handed over by the public security, resulting in a period of time, the number of hares has increased suddenly.

The number of rabbits must be controlled, otherwise the mountains will be full of rabbits.

The destructive power of a hare is actually very large, a hare can reduce the production of a large number of dealers, and a group of hares can make a large number of dealers extinct.

There are reports that Stockholm, Sweden, is well surrounded and no one kills it, causing the hare population to skyrocket. Herds of hares roam the city, especially in the streets, which seriously affects traffic safety. The government had no choice but to hire someone to hunt and kill the hares, and even in the end, they used poison gas to deal with the hares.

In Xuangu Mountain, there will be no such concerns, because there are still quite a few people like Sang Zhiheng.

He is an expert at catching hares.

Hit a live buckle with a wire, then tie it to a stone weighing four or five pounds, find a suitable place to put it down, and by the next day, it is possible to catch a hare.

This is a technical job, and the hardest part is to set and find the rabbit road.

As the saying goes, snakes have snake paths, and rabbits have rabbit paths. A rabbit that always likes to walk the same path. This is exploited by the cunning hunter to lay a very stealthy trap on its daily path, and then once it gets in, it can never break free.

All morning, Sang Zhiheng was playing tricks on these poor little animals.

Xishan is another mountain independent of Xuangu Mountain, with an altitude of more than 600, and the mountain is more gentle than Xuangu Mountain. Turning over the West Mountain, sandwiched between the West Mountain and the Xuangu Mountain, is a mountain valley that is several miles deep, called Wujiayu.

In the middle of the mountain, there is a small stream, the stream is murmuring, and many hares will go to the stream to drink, so this place is also a good place to get off.

After seven or eight sets by the stream, Sang Zhiheng was a little tired, and after drinking a few sips of spring water by a spring, he sat on the bluestone slab by the spring and rested.

"Sang Zhiheng!"

Suddenly, he heard someone shouting his name halfway up the mountain.

Following the sound, he saw a figure on a large persimmon tree halfway up the mountain.

"Who is this man? Listen to the voice of a woman. Sang Zhiheng pondered.

"Hey! What are you doing? As he pondered, he shouted halfway up the mountain.

"I'm picking persimmons!"

Agricultural proverbs: July walnuts and August pears, September persimmons catch up with the set. It is now the tenth month of the lunar calendar, and this persimmon has long been overripe, and after a dozen frosts, the persimmon becomes very soft and soft. Such persimmons, mixed in corn paste and spread pancakes, are the best to eat.

Thinking of this, Sang Zhiheng smiled and said to himself: "Look at the persimmon tree, there are still a lot on it, why don't I pick some too, and go home and ask my mother to spread some persimmon pancakes for me." ”

Intending to do so, he shouted at the girl: "You wait, I'll go too!" ”

"Hey, I'm waiting for you!"

The girl's voice was loud, as sweet as the nightingale's song.

However, Sang Zhiheng still hasn't remembered who that girl is. The branches of the tree obscured her body, and she couldn't see the girl's face clearly.

Soon, Sang Zhiheng trotted all the way to the big persimmon tree whose trunk three or four people couldn't hug.

"It's you!" Looking at the girl who was still on the tree, Sang Zhiheng smiled.

The girl smiled at him and said, "You're here too." ”

It turned out that this girl was her junior high school classmate, named Qi Ying, and she was in the same village as herself.

"yes, you're here too."

Both of them were surprised and kept laughing.

Qi Ying deftly slipped down from the persimmon tree, holding a plastic bag on her arm, which was filled with muddy persimmons.

"You can climb trees?" Sang Zhiheng was a little surprised.

Qi Ying pulled away her slightly messy hair, wiped the fine sweat on her forehead, and said to Sang Zhiheng with a smile: "I can climb trees." ”

"We, we haven't seen each other in years." Sang Zhiheng said a little nervously.

Qi Ying is very beautiful, even if her hair is messy, Qi Ying who is dressed plainly is still very beautiful.

"Yes, it's been eight years since I graduated from junior high school."

"Eight years? yes, so fast. ”

"There's a big bluestone slab over there, let's go sit down." Qi Ying proposed.

"Okay!" Sang Zhiheng said happily.

So, the two of them sat on the bluestone slab and chatted happily about the interesting things that had happened in the past eight years.

Both of them are very happy, eight years, and before they know it, time flies so fast.