After organizing Zhang Ganzi's marriage, it was considered a difficult problem.

The villagers started to work hard again, and organized several labor groups to do their own work.

Building a new greenhouse and reclaiming rice fields are naturally the two most important things.

So Liu Qingshan's itinerary to Chuncheng would have to be delayed for a few days.

After all, the farming season is not waiting for anyone.

When building greenhouses, everyone has already gained experience and is under the leadership of Datou, and is steadily carrying out preliminary land leveling and other work.

As for skeletons and the like, I am still waiting for news from Professor Wang. Liu Qingshan thinks it is better to use steel skeletons in one step.

He doesn't have to worry about the greenhouse, so these days, he has been busy with the reconstruction of paddy fields with Captain Zhang and others.

It was already late March, the temperature rose significantly, and it was already above zero during the day.

The plants and trees also sprouted quietly. From a distance, the willow bushes could no longer withstand the loneliness and were the first to wear goose yellow long skirt.

There were also some new green on the meadow. The vibrant spring finally came to the northern land with light steps.

"The green mountains, the meadows here are useless. Just cultivate them into rice fields, so they can save the original arable land."

Captain Zhang pointed to the endless meadow in front of him and said.

The owner of the car next to him also nodded repeatedly: "I think it's OK. Dianzi is already low and cannot be planted in dry fields at all, but it's just right to change it to paddy fields."

"Well, no one cares about this meadow, just open it."

Everyone also supported it. When they thought, since there was ready-made wasteland, why should they occupy the original arable land? Isn’t it good to make more food?

Traditional farmers have the strongest concept of land.

As long as there is wasteland, they want to reclaim them all into fertile land. They are really afraid of being hungry and poor.

The wetlands must be protected, but now, Liu Qingshan cannot find a basis to convince these villagers.

Because after the above realized this problem, they were almost destroyed, and they remembered to protect it, it was too late.

Liu Qingshan didn't say anything, but just looked at the meadow and was in a daze.

In the sky, there are often early-returning water birds passing by in groups, adding some vitality to this swamp.

“Gaga!”

This is the cheerful cry of the wild ducks.

"Very vomit!"

These are the excited tweets of all kinds of little sand gulls.

“Gaga!”

In the sky to the south, geese lined up in herringbone shapes gradually lowered their flight altitude and landed in the reed marsh.

The smile gradually floated on Liu Qingshan's face: "Listen, they are so happy to call. Yes, who is unhappy when they are back home?"

But the people around me were a little confused: Isn’t this the case every year when spring begins?

But they didn't know that the scene of these migratory birds returning north would never be seen here in decades.

Just as everyone's astonished eyes were all, Liu Qingshan suddenly opened his arms, as if he wanted to embrace the endless wilderness ahead.

The low and desolate singing sounded from his mouth:

"The wild geese are heading south, flying over the reed marsh, the sky is vast, where are the geese going, and the heart is the hometown in the north..."

The so-called hometown is the place where we grow and nurture. Migratory birds breed in the north, so this is their hometown.

It was the first time the villagers heard this song and they were a little fascinated for a while.

Only Erbiaozi thought: If my hometown was reclaimed into rice fields, how could I be a home?

Suddenly, he understood Liu Qingshan’s thoughts.

After the song was over, before Liu Qingshan could speak, Erbiaozi turned around and pointed to the land that had been reclaimed to the west of the village and said:

"These are all second depressions, and the output is not high. It's better to transform these into paddy fields."

Thinking about it, he added: "It is convenient to get water. You can draw water in Dianzi, and it is not far from Xiaosongjiang."

"But……"

Captain Zhang wants to say something else.

Liu Qingshan said, "We should keep this meadow for future generations, so that they can hear the yelling of wild ducks; they can see herringbone geese in the sky with their own eyes, instead of only reading such words from books. Isn't that good?"

After hearing this, everyone stopped talking, and no one mentioned the matter of reclamation of meadows.

Everyone walked around and began to turn towards the village. They saw a group of little kids carrying small baskets and digging wild vegetables in the fields.

"elder brother!"

Accompanied by two cordial calls, the fourth and fifth brothers ran over panting.

"Brother, look at the mother-in-law I dug."

"Brother, this is the shepherd's purse I dug."

The two little girls rushed to report.

Liu Qingshan touched their little heads caressed: "Caifeng and Shanxing are so capable. When they go home at noon, they ask their mother to fry some egg sauce and taste the fruits of your labor."

The two little girls nodded together, then ran back again and gathered with their friends.

"Hehe, I have to eat some mother-in-law. When I get angry in spring, my gums are swollen."

Captain Zhang also smacked his lips. He was very busy during this period.

Liu Qingshan also yelled: "Just like this meadow, if all the fields are open, where can we dig wild vegetables and where can we go to herd cattle?"

Everyone looked in the direction of his fingers and a large group of eye-catching black and white cows were slowly moving towards this side.

"Yes, is it this reason or is Qingshan knowledgeable?"

Captain Zhang praised and calmed down. He was a little confused just now, but now he seems to understand a little.

The group continued to walk, passing by a willow bush ahead, and saw a group of boys looking around here. When they saw someone coming, they immediately gestured and asked them to take a detour.

"These wild boys must be hunting birds in the bushes again!"

The owner of the car muttered and prepared to bypass it.

Unexpectedly, Liu Qingshan and Er Biaozi walked straight over.

"Haha, I'm a half-baby after all, I'm more fun."

The car owner couldn't help but shake his head and smile. If bird hunting is something like that, let alone children, if the adults in the village are idle, they will have a string of clips hanging around their waists and come out for a walk.

Rarely, they would come back empty-handed, and take a few mountain birds and go home to do a tooth-beating festival. In this era when meat is rarely eaten, it is a great temptation.

It was like a skewer of chickens in the willow bush, very stupid. Seeing the clips beside them clamping the same kind, they didn't know how to avoid them, and they foolishly pecked at the little bugs that were used as bait, and then were patted by the clips row by row.

If it is a big clip, it can be so beautiful that it can be so snot-filled.

The name of oil-pulled can is not called in vain. It is so fragrant that you can't help but bite your tongue off.

"Brother Qingshan, you and Brother Biaozi will lead us to kill birds."

When Liu Qingshan and the others approached, the little kids even spoke out for invitations.

These are all thirteen or fourteen years old, and they go to elementary school or junior high school in the commune.

Those who are too young like Er Jiazi can only follow them and be happy to be happy when they can get a bird's legs.

Liu Qingshan looked at these teenagers, with a row of bird clips tied around his waist.

In these days, most of the boys in rural areas have few clips, and they are made of iron wire.

As for bait, it is usually white straw worms.

This month, when adults prepare the land, they have to dig back the remaining stubble of corn and sorghum in the fields.

The little kids took out small white bugs from it and put them in small plastic bottles.

When the clip is removed, a small insect is tied to the message position of the clip. The small insect is still alive, wriggling back and forth, attracting birds to peck.

Then you will touch the message, snap the clip, close it quickly, and clamp the bird.

Put the clips in advance, and then a large group of children start walking the birds.

This is really a bird walk, which is to drive flocks of migratory birds to the place where the clips are buried.

After half an hour, you can go and count the harvest. If you are lucky, you can get more than ten pieces a day, so it will definitely be fine to satisfy your cravings.

When Liu Qingshan was young, even in junior high school, he had been hunting mountain birds with his friends a lot.

Especially around Xiaoman in the lunar calendar, the harvest is the most. According to the local agricultural proverb: Xiaoman birds come to the fullest.

But now, Liu Qingshan said that he would never do such a thing again, and he wanted to convince these little kids in the village to stop doing it.

So he said happily: "Tiger, the dog is left, are you beaten until you are?"

A teenager replied, "Brother Qingshan, we have just arrived, and we haven't put the clips yet."
To be continued...