Liu Qingshan was holding a paint bucket in his hand and was strolling on the logging team for a while. He didn't find any problems. He sawed them all, pulled a few saws, kicked them, and fell down with a crack. There was no danger at all.

The fallen trees are removed with an axe, then cut them into several sections, and finally transport them to the foot of the mountain.

When encountering thicker ones, they just skip them and do not cut them down. There are some more precious tree species. Liu Qingshan dipped them in a small wooden stick with red oil in the paint bucket, drew a circle on the tree trunk, and even reminded him:

"Uncle Captain, don't beat the ones I draw in circles."

Everyone also agreed: "Don't worry, oak and birch, what can we admit our mistakes? Keep other tree species."

Liu Qingshan was relieved to see this. Some of the villagers were old and were more familiar with the plants and trees in the forest.

The villagers divided the work and collaborated quickly. In more than an hour, they made a lot of wood sections, piled up like hills.

"This looks too messy, I should be silent."

Captain Zhang used to lead villagers to work as temporary logging workers on the mountain, so he also used the term "wooden worker".

"What a shame, I'll be transported back to the village in a while." Da Zhangluo sang the opposite tune.

Thinking about it, Captain Zhang stopped saying a word.

What they call Guiling is to zip the cut down trees one by one, one by one, and in unison. This process is called Guiling.

Therefore, the word Guiling has an extended meaning in the local area: to repair and deal with others, also called Guiling.

It's like this: What are you looking at?

Look at you!

It's so arrogant, today I will be Guilei Guilei, you boy.

When I was Guiling, it was okay to say that the thinner trees were fine, but when I encountered a few big trees that were thick, I could only carry them by manpower. That would be a long time.

Everyone was working hard when they saw Liu Qingshan running back from the front, shouting excitedly while running:

"Beautiful...beauty..."

Everyone was stunned by the shouting, and Captain Zhang said: "This kid Qingshan is the age to get married. My big head is engaged, hehe."

"Where did the beauty come from in the forest? Isn't it because I'm possessed a evil spirit?" Da Zhang Luo next to him said in surprise.

This is possible!

Everyone was stunned, and then their expressions became serious.

In the mountains, some things are indeed more evil, and it seems that they cannot be explained clearly with scientific principles for the time being.

While talking, Liu Qingshan had already run closer, waved his hands randomly, his expression was very crazy, and it looked a bit abnormal.

He still shouted breathlessly: "Beauty...beauty..."

"Tiened!"

Captain Zhang waved his hand and everyone who had already prepared rushed forward.

To deal with people who are possessed by evil spirits, you must first control them. The best way is to tie them firmly.

However, there are also people who suddenly become extremely powerful and usually thin monkey-like people, even if they go up to five or six young men, they can't cure them.

He twisted his arms and hugged his thighs, which made Liu Qingshan confused: "Uncle Captain, what are you doing?"

"Qingshan, hold on, you must be fascinated by something, where is the beauty from this forest?"

The captain uncle was holding a hanger and was about to tie someone up.

This made Liu Qingshan laugh and cry: "Uncle Captain, I'm not crazy. I'm not talking about people. I'm talking about trees. There is actually a beautiful pine in front of me. That's a beautiful pine!"

Captain Zhang looked at him suspiciously again, and it seemed normal, so he waved his hand and asked everyone to let go first, asking:

"What beauty pine, have you never heard of?"

Liu Qingshan moved his arms and legs: "It is a tree unique to us, called Changbai Pine."

Everyone knows that the long white pine is straight and straight, and the shape of the tree crown is also beautiful, but it doesn’t look like a graceful beauty?

So he laughed and said:

"It's still green mountains are educated and can tell words. Calling the long white pine a beauty pine, you will feel it all at once!"

Liu Qingshan could only shake his head: This name was not chosen by him.

It is really a surprise to be able to find a beautiful pine in the forest. This thing must be protected well, but you must not cut it down.

Yes, I was so excited just now that I forgot to make a mark.

Thinking of this, Liu Qingshan ran back again.

There are more than a dozen beauty pine trees here, and there are two tallest plants in the center. The surrounding ones are probably the offspring they reproduce.

After Liu Qingshan marked one by one, another thought came to his mind:

There may be many precious tree species in this mountain. When you have time, you must have a good look with your master.

As for the idea of ​​completing this matter by himself, Liu Qingshan had no idea at all. Just like the place in Tiger Ridge, he would never dare to go to it now.

It took some time to wander around the forest. In addition to a group of beautiful pine, Liu Qingshan also found several walnut trees and several yellow glass trees, which all need to be preserved.

As for the exposed open space after the cut down oak and birch trees, you can plant small trees in a few days.

There is nothing wrong here for the time being, so Liu Qingshan just walked to his sister.

It’s better to plant trees with them. This is more meaningful than cutting down trees.

Yang Hongying led dozens of children of all sizes and big and small to work hard on a sunrise slope.

For the first time in her life, she experienced the hardships of planting trees in the mountains.

When I was a child, every year on Arbor Day, the school would organize trees in the suburbs to plant, but the soil there was very soft and a hole could be dug in just a few shovels.

But it’s different here. The soil layer on the mountain is very thin, and there are still many gravels below. It takes a long time to dig a small hole.

After a while, Yang Hongying felt his palms burning.

Looking up at the undulating Doubao Mountain, the layers of woods on the mountain added endless motivation to her, and she continued to dig holes.

Gou Zuozi and the thirteen or fourteen-year-old boys were all digging a tree pit with Yang Hongying.

Little bits like Caifeng and Shanxing are responsible for planting trees, cultivating soil, and then carrying small buckets to get water from the stream below the hillside.

Each of them had to work so hard that their little faces were red and dirty, covered with sweat and mud.

Labor is the most glorious, but labor is really tiring.

When Liu Qingshan arrived here, he saw such a scene, which was both relieved and distressed.

"Come on, rest and have some drinks."

He shouted loudly, and the little kids flocked to him: Where is the drink? Is it soda?

If you can gulp and pour a bottle of soda at this time, it would be very pleasant.

When the children went up the mountain, they carried small green kettles, but they were all taken away by the mute grandfather.

At this moment, they were all so thirsty that they smoked, even if they drank some cold water.

"Grandpa mute is back!"

The little old four saw sharp eyes. When they saw the figure of the mute grandfather, they also found that the mute grandfather was covered with a small green military kettle.

Behind the mute grandfather, he followed the little black bear and followed him, carrying several kettles.

The children shouted and went up to meet them. Grandpa mute happily sent them the kettle, without any of them.

I felt the kettle heavy, and I unscrewed the lid and a fragrance emanated.

"Birch sap!"

Of course, all the kids in the mountains know this, but they are much better than cold water.

"Don't rush to drink, add some ingredients and it will turn into a drink!"

Liu Qingshan took out a canned bottle from his backpack, which contained a solidified light yellow thing.

"Honey!"

The children were all smiling. Their thinking was on the same level as the little black bear: as long as it was sweet, it was the best.

This is what Liu Qingshan brought from Woodcut Leng by the way, and it is the wild honey cut by the mute grandfather in the mountains.

Anyway, honey has not deteriorated, and the mute grandfather has saved more than a dozen bottles.

If this is put in the past, it will probably be impossible to buy pure wild honey even if you have money.

They scooped a spoonful of honey from the children's kettle one by one, and these guys hugged the kettle and shook it hard.

"Wow, it's so delicious, it's better than soda!"

The little old lady took a sip, then shouted loudly, and handed the kettle to the old lady's mouth.

Just as Liu Qingshan was about to say that she was biased, he handed a kettle next to him. Shan Xing's big watery eyes were looking at him with a smile.

"Fifth Lao, drink it first."

Liu Qingshan's heart suddenly felt sweeter, even sweeter than drinking honey birch juice.
To be continued...