Before lunch was ready, Su Qinghe went to Su Mingguang's house and told him that he would dig ginger heads together in the afternoon, and the reason why he was called Su Mingguang was because he was more familiar with the reservoir.

Su Mingguang was still free these days, so he agreed after thinking about it for a while.

After eating lunch and falling asleep obediently, Su Qinghe took a hoe and a snakeskin bag and set off with Su Mingguang. Driving Su Mingguang's motorcycle, although it is said that there is a road in the reservoir to drive up, but the width is barely enough to accommodate a car's dirt road, the slope is steep, and driving a car is far less convenient than driving a motorcycle.

The sun at noon is a bit fierce, this is the weather in Lingnan, either very cold or very hot, there is no obvious spring and autumn.

When the motorcycle got off the concrete road, it was a muddy dirt road, and there were pools of muddy water everywhere. After a flat road and a steep climb, you will see the reservoir. At this time, the motorcycle is driving on the mountainside, and the mountain road less than a meter wide spirals upward, with a weedy mountain on one side and a cliff on the other, without guardrails.

Although Su Mingguang drove very steadily, obviously driving this road often, Su Qinghe said that he was very panicked, tensed his nerves, and did not dare to move, so he was afraid that if he moved in the back, it would affect Su Mingguang's control of the motorcycle.

What's even more terrifying is that on such a windy and narrow mountain road, there are actually motorcycles coming on the opposite side, taking advantage of the opportunity for Su Mingguang to stop the car, Su Qinghe hurriedly got out of the car. People are the bolder and younger they are, when they were young, driving on such a mountain road, Su Qinghe only felt excited, now it's not good, go farther, even if you are tired, you can still walk on two legs, and you always feel that it is much more practical than taking a car.

"Ah He, you can't do it, you're too timid." Su Mingguang saw that Su Qinghe was about to walk, so he parked his motorcycle in a place that did not affect the passage of other motorcycles, and quipped, "I originally planned to drive to the top of the ridge, so I can walk a lot less."

Su Qinghe resolutely confessed, walked on the mountain road with a hoe, and asked curiously, "Uncle Mingguang, no one has had an accident on this road?"

Su Mingguang replied calmly: "There have been a lot, and in 19 years, someone drove down the cliff and disappeared on the spot."

Su Qinghe: "......"

This thing is not only in Ertouling, Su Qinghe and Su Mingguang go up the mountain all the way, and they can occasionally see it along the way, this thing is a piece for a long time, Su Qinghe hasn't seen it for too long, and he almost didn't recognize it, but fortunately he called Su Mingguang together.

However, what I saw along the way were all small pieces, Su Mingguang asked Su Qinghe not to dig in a hurry, there are more in Ertouling, and they are all connected to a large area, visually not only can fill the snakeskin bag brought by Su Qinghe, but also dig to Su Qinghe does not want to dig.

Su Qinghe was not surprised, he saw this thing everywhere on the ridge when he was a child, and there were people who used to dig wild ginger heads to sell, but as life got better and better, he didn't have to worry about food and clothing, and he was older, so he didn't have this thought.

Lingnan people love to make soup, and because of the climate, they also like to put some Chinese medicinal herbs to stew together, which is for food supplementation. Ginger head is used for both medicine and food, dispelling dampness and dissipating cold, invigorating blood and qi, and the soup added to the pot is white and sweet, with a milky fragrance, which can be a must.

Of course, these are all what Su Mingguang told Su Qinghe, after all, Su Qinghe's impression of the ginger head is only the main material for making the ginger bran. Maybe he drank the soup made by the ginger head when he was a child, but no one told him that he added the ginger head, so he had no impression.

Like most mountains, the mountain ridge that Suqing River has turned over is also planted with lychees, and the reservoir lychee is quite famous in Nanling Town, although the price cannot be raised, but the same variety of lychee, as long as it is said to be a reservoir lychee, the other ridges are inexplicably shorter, which is very strange.

But there is one thing to say, standing at the head of the ridge and looking back, the mountain wind blows the water surface, sparkling in the sun, and the scenery is really good.

At the end of March, the lychees also bloomed, and Su Mingguang sighed slightly, "This year's lychee harvest is estimated to be bad."

Su Qinghe was puzzled: "Why, I think this lychee flower blooms very well."

"Last year yielded too much fruit, and this year will most likely be a small year. Now I hope that there will not be too much rain this year, because if it is windy and rainy, the harvest will have to be reduced even more." Su Mingguang

While walking, he explained to Su Qinghe, not to mention that it was complicated, Su Qinghe could also be said to have grown up watching it, Su Qinghe had never done farm work when he was a child, and it was normal to not understand.

Didn't I see Su Qinghe come back to engage in planting, either to build a greenhouse or to invite experts, he didn't go to the field a few times before the fruit was ripe.

Su Qinghe recalled last year, last year's lychee can be described as a bumper harvest, resulting in the purchase price of lychees as low as a few cents a catty, not only unsalable, and even some fruit farmers are rotten, so they pick their own, and sell as much as they can, and the rest of the rot on the tree doesn't matter, I don't dare to ask someone to pick it, and the money earned is not enough for labor.

In the first half of last year, there was too much sunny weather, plenty of sunshine and little rainfall, which was very suitable for lychee fruiting, and too much lychee fruiting meant that the lychee tree absorbed more nutrients from the ground, which can be said to be a kind of overdraft. Although the lychee period has passed the end of the farmers fertilization to do the rescue, but still overwhelming, this year is likely to usher in a small year of lychee, the consequence of low yield is that the price of lychee will be at a relatively high price.

But no matter what, it is a loss for the fruit farmers, and it is impossible to make money by planting lychees, which can only maintain food and clothing.

The noon sun was overhead, and the low lychee trees could not provide shade, and when Su Qinghe and Su Mingguang came to their destination, they were both sweating profusely and panting, compared to Su Mingguang, Su Qinghe was panting more.

After resting for a while, Su Qinghe and Su Mingguang dug the ginger head together, Su Mingguang also brought a snakeskin bag, he also planned to dig some back, send some to his two daughters, and keep some for himself to make ginger bran, which his two daughters also like to eat.

When Su Qinghe and Su Mingguang were sweating like rain on the mountain, Su Xiaoting also woke up from a nap, she rubbed her sleepy eyes and looked at the obedient girl who was still sleeping next to her, so she was so envious that she didn't have to go to school, she could sleep for so long at noon, and she would wake up naturally.

"Go wash your face and sober up, and go to school with Grandpa Bai." The old lady whispered that she did not have the habit of taking a nap, and that the older generation in the village did not have this habit.

Bai Jian'an didn't sleep either, he sat on the recliner under the porch and pretended to sleep, and when the mobile phone alarm clock in his pocket rang, he opened his eyes and just saw Su Xiaoting walking out with her bangs stained with water droplets.

Bai Jian'an stood up and took out the car keys, "Let's go, today is Tuesday, and after today, there will be a holiday after four days of classes."

Next Tuesday is Qingming, a three-day long holiday, and I have to go to work and class this Saturday.

Su Xiaoting knew that there was going to be class this Saturday, and the school teacher only said it yesterday, but now that Bai Jian'an mentioned it again, she wilted.

Even though I'm an elementary school bully, I have to go to class on Saturdays, and even though I have three days off after that, it's really hard to be happy.

Don't let me know who said it's going to be class on Saturday, or he'll look good!

Sitting on the car bound for school, Su Xiaoting thought indignantly.