After a busy spring, it was already May of the Gregorian calendar. Every household had planted the fields, and the green wheat seedlings had grown more than an inch long, one piece after another, just like wearing a green blanket.

The villagers in Kaoshantun finally breathed a sigh of relief. They planted crops in the fields and felt much more at ease. As long as the rainwater is mixed and the shovels are shoveled, this year is another good year.

Many people have already started grinding hoes and preparing for shovels everywhere. At this time, the fat man picked up a group of people into the mountain for a week.

The large army was in a mighty manner, both men, women, and young. Even Captain Li was forced to come by the fat man, Wang Sanpao was escorted with a hunting rifle on his back, and the boss of the car, whose ancestors were the heads of the ginseng, followed him, and there were also Dajia's sister-in-law and two women.

Of course, big braids and Qiqi are indispensable. The two girls of all ages have not had the experience of picking wild vegetables, so they must enjoy it.

Captain Li looked at the army that looked more like a wild tour, and shouted to the fat man angrily: "Isn't it just picking wild vegetables? And it's even more exciting to mobilize people. If you are greedy, fat man, we will have pickled bracken and dried wax vegetables in our house."

The fat man laughed: "This is a big deal. You have to take charge of the order yourself. I will reward you when you go home."

"Come on, don't mention eating wild vegetables. I was injured when I was hungry in those years. Good guy, I had a meal of wild vegetables and a meal of wild vegetables. Now, thinking about it, the stomach still has acidic water." Captain Li waved his hands repeatedly.

"That's because you're eating it wrong. I'll show you my skills when I go back." The fat man was full of confidence. He had no oil, water and meat before, so it was difficult to swallow wild vegetables. If it was thirty years later, it would be difficult to buy if he wanted to eat it.

"Fatty, what are your plans? Let's say it to us to be more open-minded. Did you see wild vegetables valuable when you went to the provincial capital?" The owner of the car was quite enlightened and guessed something.

In fact, Fatty really asked about the prices of several wild vegetables in the farmers' market in the provincial capital. It was not low, but the sales volume was not large. The main reason for this is that people just "eat full" and have not yet reached the level of "eat well".

If it is sold locally, it is estimated that at most it can be exchanged for two pocket money, and the economic value is not very high.

Seeing the fat man smiling and unpredictable, he looked so mysterious that several people simply ignored him and the topic gradually turned to the fruit tree.

Among these people, the most happy thing is Qiqi, running around, chasing and playing with Maomao, and really treating this as a pleasant outing.

"What are the wild vegetables in this mountain? I said that there are a large number of them and can be collected in large quantities?" After all, the fat man didn't know much about the situation, so he humbly asked everyone for advice.

When talking about wild vegetables, Dajiao's sister-in-law immediately knew it: "There's a lot of that. Bracken and beef hair are the most abundant. In the past two years, there have been little harvests all over the mountains and fields."

"What is Niu Mao Guang?" The fat man continued to ask without shame.

"It's Weicai. Because it has fine hair on it, it is called Niu Mao Guang." The owner of the car added next to it.

"Yes, there are also thorny buds, big-leaf celery, small garlic, daylily, Cantonese cuisine, old nose." The big-footed sister-in-law said to the fat man with her fingers, and she had not finished checking until she finished her ten fingers, so she simply summarized them with the sentence "old nose".

The fat man scratched his head: "I understand, but I haven't seen it before, so I don't have any impression. I'd better tell me when I pick the vegetables later."

"It's true that I've been talking for a long time." Bigfoot sister-in-law said a few times.

"What is Guangdong cuisine? We are Northeast China and have nothing to do with Guangdong." The fat man had a lot of questions. He also asked Dajiao's sister-in-law. She ate wild vegetables a lot and picked wild vegetables a lot, but she had never done any research on the name of wild vegetables:

"It's just a name, it's all called that."

"It's not that I'm afraid. In the past, our northeast was called Kanto. It is said that when the Japanese were stationed here, they liked to eat this kind of dish, so they called it Kanto dish. I don't know why, but when they called it, it was called Guangdong dish. Perhaps because Guangdong and Guandong pronunciations are similar." The boss of the Che family is worthy of being a Shanlizhi, and he said it very well.

The fat man felt moved when he heard this: It turned out that the Japanese like wild vegetables from the Northeast, and they have a historical origin. It seems that this deal is very good.

After walking seven or eight miles, I came to a hillside in front, and further away, the dark forest was the dark forest.

"That's it. In previous years, I remembered the cat's paws here one by one." Bigfoot sister-in-law pointed forward.

"What is a cat's paw?" Qiqi also thought the name was fun.

"It's the bracken, which looks like a cat's claws and monkey's legs at the top, just like your hairy calf, haha." The big-footed sister-in-law bent down and pinched a green stem from the ground. The tender leaves on it had not yet spread out, curled up into a ball, which was really a bit like a cat's claws.

It was the first time that the fat man saw fresh bracken. He had eaten it before, and it was made or pickled. So he also lowered his head to identify it on the ground. In the gap between the leaves and grass, tender bracken seedlings emerged, more than half a foot long, with the stems growing straight upward, green and purple, and at the top are the tender leaves that are not stretched. They look easy to identify and beautiful.

I remember the fried shredded pork with bracken I used to eat. The tender green bracken and lean pork shredded pork almost flowed out.

"So many!" Qiqi squatted on the ground, his little hands flew, and pinched down ferns. Because the bracken is still very tender now, it is easy to pick it.

"Don't worry Qiqi, I'll give you a sickle head, don't pull your little hands out of the basket." The big-footed sister-in-law pulled out a sickle head from the basket and handed it to her.

"The mountain boy picked ferns and sprouts to be fat, this is the artistic conception." The big braid looked at Qiqi and suddenly felt something.

The fat man's heart moved: I almost forgot that he is also a person with ink in his stomach. In the past two months, he has brought out a lot of books to read every day. Could it be that he is preparing to take the college entrance examination again?

After a while, everyone's basket was covered with a layer of bracken. The fat man quickly shouted: "Enough, we'll put them in one basket. Let's take a few more."

"Let me go." Qiqi put his small basket on the ground, then put the bracken from other baskets one by one, and Maomao also worked hard, and carried it back and forth.

The fat man can understand Qiqi's actions very well. As a child, he is willing to seize the fruits of his labor.

"Qiqi, I can't hold it if I have too much." Big braid also looked at Qiqi with a smile, her eyes full of caress.

"It's okay, ask Maomao and I to carry it. It would be great if I could get a sika deer." Qiqi and Maomao each held one end of the basket beam, raised the small basket and left: "Aunt Big Foot, where are the monkey legs you mentioned?"

After changing the place, the owner of the car pointed to a plant on the ground and said to the fat man: "This is Weiqi, which is not as delicious as bracken, and it is a little bitter."

The fat man hurriedly squatted on the ground and looked at it. It should be a fern. It looks similar to a bracken, and the color is more purple. It is covered with a layer of white fluff. This is probably why it is called wide-haired.

"This is Weicai. It is very famous in history. There is a description of Caiwei in the Book of Songs. There are two famous people who do not eat Zhou's millet, named Boyi and Shuqi. They picked Weicai in Shouyang Mountain to eat, and finally starved to death." The fat man's understanding of Weicai was completely in the textbook.

"These two people are definitely not from hardships. We have eaten a lot every year and are not good at it." Captain Li didn't know Boyi and Shuqi's noble character, so he could not help but despise the two of them.

"Western ferns and ferns must be eaten when they are tender. When the branches and leaves are open, they are hard and cannot be eaten at all. So it would be strange if you just point to eating wetern ferns and don't starve to death."

Wang Sanpao heard the fat man say it interestingly, and after that, he added: "These two must be discouraged."

The fat man kept laughing: the working people's view of problems is real, direct and effective, but it often hits the nail on the head. In ancient times, people regarded Wei Cai as a symbol of nobility, but it was not easy to use when we were here, and it must be practical. That's what, I remember before that bracken and Wei Cai were the largest export volume, so these two things came from.

After picking along the way, I was no different from an outing. After walking a few hillsides, the fat man basically knew that the types of wild vegetables are indeed rich, especially bracken and veal vegetables are the most widely distributed.

He brought Qiqi's small basket over and said, "Let's go home and I'll make a wild vegetable banquet for you."

"Fat Uncle, give me the basket when you get to the entrance of the village." Qiqi still cared about this, how could he do it when he went back empty-handed.

When they arrived in the village, the fat man was surprised to find that a bright green jeep was parked in the middle of the road, and a large group of kids surrounded him and saw it. Many of them had seen such high-end cars for the first time.

"Uncle Fatty, someone is looking for you-" A few wild boys shouted from a distance.

The fat man was delighted: What's the good thing?
Chapter completed!