"Let's start getting lucky and see who has the best luck this year!"

On a small hillside, dozens of children gathered here, chirping and shouting.

Everyone was holding an egg in their hands, preparing to roll the egg down the hillside.

If anyone's egg rolls to the bottom of the slope first, and the egg is not broken, then luck is the best.

When Liu Qingshan was young, he played this every Dragon Boat Festival. After rolling the eggs and eating them beautifully, the entire May Festival was complete.

Even if you eat an egg, it is still the current situation at that time. Eggs are expensive and there are many children in the family, so you have to plan.

Seeing that Xiao Lao Si and Lao Wu were holding a tea egg in their hands, Liu Qingshan quickly took out two ordinary boiled eggs from his pocket and handed them over to them.

The skin of the tea eggs is broken and it will definitely not be able to roll.

"Are there any, I'm going to get out too!"

Zheng Xiaoxiao seemed very excited when she heard this game, after all, she was still a little girl who had not grown up.

But after she finished speaking, she felt that she seemed to have some grammatical problems, so she stuck out her tongue and added: "It's a bad luck that's gone!"

Well, that's about the same.

Liu Qingshan took out two boiled eggs from his pocket: "The only two are left, who else wants to play with you?"

"I!"

Wu Tong also raised his hand excitedly. The girl had just gone to college and looked at the group of young people who were very excited and seemed to be infected.

After distributing the eggs to Zheng Xiaoxiao and Wu Tong, Liu Qingshan couldn't help but blink: Why do you feel a little awkward?

Yang Hongying, who acted as the temporary referee, counted one, two or three in his mouth, and the children burst into cheers, and then dozens of eggs rolled down the hillside.

In the green grass, round eggs rolled quickly, followed by shouting at the kids, which was very lively.

Liu Qingshan rushed to the front, turned around and pressed the shutter, recording this scene.

He felt that this was the atmosphere that should be during the festival: it was just happiness!

Although children at this time have not rich material life, their spiritual life is rich and colorful, without much learning pressure, and can get more exposure to nature.

Now nature is their natural playground!

"In this round of the game, the four tigers are the first, Shan Xing is the second, and uh, the third place is Zheng Xiaoxiao."

Yang Hongying announced the results of the competition loudly, while Zheng Xiaoxiao stood out like a flock of chickens, standing among ordinary kids, and kept waving his hands: "I just participate, it's important to participate, it's not considered the results!"

"The third place is Xiaoman, Xiaoman, Xiaoman, you are quite fast this time!"

Yang Hongying announced the ranking again, which also caused a burst of laughter from the children. No matter what ranking he got, he was very happy anyway.

The children picked up all their eggs, cracked the egg skin, and took a bite, and then many children were choked.

The yolks of this native egg are still very dry.

"Eat slowly, just eat with tea eggs."

Liu Qingshan also shouted, and then distributed the tea eggs in his backpack to Xiao Laosi and the others.

During this holiday this year, almost every family in Jiapigou cooked tea eggs, and basically said goodbye to the day of using eggs to exchange pocket money.

After eating and drinking, each of them was full of energy. The older children, like Dog Zuozi and Huzi, began to mow straw hats.

After woven one and a half feet long, bent the circle, the straw hat was ready and put on the head, it felt majestic and a bit like an anti-Japanese warrior.

If you are younger and can't make straw hats well, you beg for help from older children.

Liu Qingshan also made up straw hats for the fourth and fifth brothers, put them on his head happily, and even took a photo with him.

Seeing that Zheng Xiaoxiao was also itchy, Liu Qingshan made one for her, and after putting it on, she really felt a bit more innocent and cute.

"I want to wear it too!"

Wu Tong also came up to join in the fun. Well, I can't favor one and the other, so Liu Qingshan had to make up another one.

Wearing a straw hat, Wu Tong showed another kind of charm, which clearly had the meaning of a fairy in the forest.

"Come on, give you sisters a photo!"

Liu Qingshan called his sister over again and took a photo of the five girls.

Then there was a group photo of all the children, and soon all the film was taken.

The children scattered and ran into the woods, where the best food was waiting for them.

"No one is allowed to get away!" Yang Hongying shouted, "The forest is too big, and it's really hard to find if it's lost."

After entering the forest, the children were all having fun, staring at the excited little eyes and searching on the ground.

"Caifeng, what are we looking for?"

Zheng Xiaoxiao, who was following behind, was a little confused.

The little old lady smiled: "Of course it's delicious!"

Shan Xing Lao replied honestly: "Miss, look for sorghum fruit."

What kind of fruit is sorghum?

Zheng Xiaoxiao continued to be confused.

"Finished!"

The little old four cheered and squatted in front of a half-foot-high plant, followed by small red fruits, which were only the size of fingernails, and were small and exquisite.

"It looks like a strawberry?"

Zheng Xiaoxiao looked at the so-called sorghum fruit, which seemed to have shrunk a lot of strawberries.

Liu Qingshan also found a clump and squatted there to pick it: "That's right, it's just wild strawberries, but it tastes like you'll know it if you taste it."

The wild fruits in the mountains do not need to be cleaned, they are picked and eaten directly.

Just like the little fourth child, he picked a handful, then whimpered, stuffed it all into his mouth, his big eyes immediately narrowed into two slits, looking like he was extremely enjoyable.

Is it really that delicious?

Zheng Xiaoxiao also picked one, pinched off the back of the flower holder, and then pinched it into her mouth.

A strong fragrance spreads in the mouth, which is the smell of strawberries, but it is more than ten times stronger than that stupid and large strawberries?

It seems that the essence of nature is concentrated into these small fruit grains.

Liu Qingshan also threw a few pills into his mouth. Well, it was the smell in his memory.

Unfortunately, decades later, even wild strawberries were about to disappear in these forests.

Even if you can still pick it occasionally, it doesn't taste like childhood.

He couldn't help but praise: "Sure enough, all the concentrated ones are fine."

The others also nodded subconsciously: It makes sense to say it well.

There are still dozens of mountain fruits on their side, including blue indigo fruit, mountain persimmon, black currant, cherries, mountain nails, mountain reds, mountain grapes, etc.

However, due to the climate, most of them are small berries.

Among these wild fruits, the earliest ripe one was wild strawberries. Because they looked like sorghum ears, the locals called them sorghum fruit.

The aroma of sorghum fruit is strong. People here usually can’t eat fruits. After holding it in for more than half a year, they finally have fresh wild fruits. Naturally, they cherish them very much and of course they taste better.

The only disadvantage is that sorghum fruit is a little smaller and cannot be satisfied with eating it, but how can there be so many perfect things in this world?

After tasting a few pills, Liu Qingshan began to put them in the small basket, trying to pick more and take them back for everyone at home to try them.

Sorghum fruit will only be produced around the Dragon Boat Festival. After this period of time, if you want to eat it, you can only wait until next year.

Everyone started to do it together, and the small basket was quickly filled with most of it, and it was almost done.

As for those little kids, after eating enough sorghum fruit, they started playing in the forest.

The boys like to play the most is to charge and fight, and they basically have wooden pistols on their waists.

Older ones, like Dog Zuozi, and their age, all carry fireworks.

That is, the type of match gun, with a bullet shell in front and a few bicycle chains connected to the back. The match head is stuffed as gunpowder. When the trigger is pulled, it will make a crisp sound. It is the favorite of the little boys.

These kids were automatically divided into two teams and started fighting with the cover of the big tree.

The sound of fireworks and guns rang out from time to time.

More, it is the gunshot simulated from the mouth:

"Smack!"

"Chirr!"

"Sihuzi, you are shot, it's time to lie down!"

"Er Qianzi, I shot you on behalf of the people!"

"Wow, I won't be a bad guy, I want to be a PLA, wow—"

For a moment, gunfire and cries were loud, and it was very lively.
To be continued...