The Mid-Autumn Festival is here, and every household is getting busy.

It is rare for Chen Ling's family to be quiet.

In the past two months, I have been busy with other people's houses and busy with my own house, and I have never stopped.

After the house was built, there was a college entrance banquet, a full-moon wine party, and a few days of dining.

Today I am truly free.

Although Wang Laishun had shouted over the loudspeaker yesterday that he would find someone to patrol at night to prevent wolves from entering the village, it would definitely not be his turn in a short time.

Now that there was nothing to worry about, Chen Ling felt a lot more relaxed. After getting up in the morning, he took his two dogs and a slingshot out of the door.

After a while, after the wolf has been beaten away, it will be time to go hunting in the mountains.

But I haven’t applied for the shotgun yet.

When Chen Ling's hands itch, he first uses a slingshot to satisfy his cravings.

The villagers are quite busy these days, so the birds are left unattended for a while, and there are more and more birds.

There was a lot of chattering everywhere in the early morning.

Chen Ling had stones in his trouser pockets. He would stop where there were many birds and shoot two slingshots.

The villagers shook their heads when they saw it: "This kid has just settled down for a few days, why does he start again..."

As the old saying goes, catching fish and shrimps will delay the crops; walking the dog and setting up a hawk will make the family's wealth empty.

These are things that people who are not doing their job will do.

What a wonderful baby, so young and strong, why doesn't he do something serious?

The villagers shook their heads and sighed secretly.

Chen Ling didn't care what these people thought, he just said hello when he saw them, laughed when he saw them, and walked out of the village all the way.

He didn't go to his own field today. He left the village and went south.

But there are indeed quite a lot of birds.

The sun had just risen and the dew on the grass blades had not dried completely, so they went out looking for food.

There is no food grown in the south. This is the farmland contracted by Chen Erzhu when he built the greenhouse. It has been idle since Erzhu was arrested. However, when the water rose a while ago, the food of the people in the village was washed out, including wheat, rice, and sorghum.

, the soybeans are all growing, but they are affected by weeds, and the growth is sparse and not very high.

As soon as Chen Ling approached this place, a large flock of birds suddenly flew up, including magpies, wild tits, and gray finches, often in groups of twenty or thirty.

There were so many birds, but he only shot two slingshots and caught one.

Although the wing was only scratched, it was still affected. Heiwa easily pressed him to the ground, picked up the hair, and ate it into his stomach.

Xiao Jin followed Chen Ling, looking at the tree not far away, wagging his tail restlessly and humming softly.

Chen Ling glanced at it and knew it must be that kite again. This silly bird always followed him secretly. Although it liked to move around him, it didn't show up very much. It was elusive all day long, and he didn't want to pay too much attention to it.

Anyway, you don’t need him to feed or raise you, just follow him if you like.

Then I took the two dogs and walked around while hunting birds.

After a while, his accuracy gradually improved, and he got better and better at hunting, but he didn't shoot many birds. But he was just for fun, and he didn't care about the harvest, so the two dogs ate them all.

Only when they see something they are interested in, they will put it into the cave sky. There are birds, saplings, fish, shrimps, crabs and the like in the puddles.

Slowly, we are getting closer and closer to Nanshan.

Chen Ling hadn't been to the mountain for a while, so he called two dogs and walked up the rugged mountain road around Laohe Bend.

There have been fewer people coming to the mountain recently, and the surrounding weeds and shrubs have become increasingly dense, blocking the mountain roads.

It cannot be said that it is difficult to walk, but it is also extremely difficult to walk.

Chen Ling felt like he had returned to the later generations. At that time, rural life was better, with the Internet and TV. Most villagers would rather stay at home in their free time than go to the mountains. At most, they would go into the mountains in autumn to pick up wild fruits and make snacks.

Dried persimmons, candied fruits, or get some wild grapes to make wine.

Chen Ling pulled out the hatchet from the cave sky and walked up the road while crossing a small hillside. There were more and more small animals in the grass. From time to time, birds started from the side of the road and flew over their heads.

I saw some mushrooms, lichens, snake pods and other wild fruits.

Chen Ling was even reminded by Xiao Jin that he saw a badger hole right next to the bushes, dug out a mound of broken soil, and there was a deep hole next to the mound.

The cave must have been dug not long ago, and the soil is all new.

Xiaojin didn't dig this thing last time, but he still couldn't forget it. When he noticed the familiar smell, he circled around the badger hole and sniffed back and forth. Maybe he knew that the hole was deeper, and after a while he still bit the badger's hole.

He pulled his trouser legs toward the hole, trying to get him to grab it.

"Okay, Xiaojin, they can't run away. It's the same thing if we block them again in two days. Be good and be obedient."

Chen Ling patted Xiao Jin's head and comforted him.

Hei Wa just squatted beside him, looking at the entrance of Badger's cave and then at Xiao Jin, as if waiting for Badger to come out on his own.

The meat is delicious. The last time it was stewed, although not much was left for them, all the bones went into their stomachs. They can remember the taste.

"Do you know that you can't do anything except eat when you are bleeding?"

Chen Ling got angry when he saw Hei Wa's greedy look on his face, gave him a kick, and led Xiao Jin forward.

Heiwa shook his hair, peed carelessly next to the badger's hole, and followed him with small steps.

After a while, there were more and more wild fruits in front of us.

No, Chen Ling stood next to a mountain grape and dug out two of them with a stone hoe.

This kind of grape is purely wild. The fruit is much smaller than the grapes grown at home. Most of them are about the size of an adult’s little finger. They have thick skin, few flesh, and many seeds. They taste sour and astringent.

Even the little kids in the village don't care to take a look at this thing.

It's people like Chen Ling who didn't have much snacks when they were little, so they rushed over to pick them up and eat them, thinking they were rare delicacies.

Now is the time to make wine in autumn. Every family goes into the mountains to pick some. Not to mention, the wine produced tastes really good and has plenty of energy.

Chen Ling was also thinking about this, so he dug out two plants and threw them into the cave to let them grow.

After digging two mountain grapes, Chen Ling aimed at the wild hawthorn not far away...

This is also a wild fruit that I often ate as a child.

It's just too sour.

If you put it in a cave and grow it, the taste will probably be much better.

Soon, he dug two more kiwi trees and took them into the cave.

This kind of wild kiwi fruit is also very small and very hard when it is first picked. It needs to be covered in wheat bran for half a month before it can be eaten.

After digging kiwis, he dug pomegranates, and finally he even took in a few wolfberry plants.

I felt that time was almost up, and when I was walking down the mountain, I happened to encounter another bamboo forest.

It's not the big moso bamboo, it's the local stupid bamboo, which is native to the country. I don't know its scientific name.

This kind of bamboo grows slowly and is not tall. It is about as thick as three fingers. It cannot be used as building materials, and the bamboo shoots are not delicious. It is mainly used by farmers to weave bamboo utensils, such as bamboo baskets, bamboo sieves, bamboo rakes, etc.

The bambooware made is durable, but the bambooware made by ordinary people is too rough and not very beautiful. If you take it to the market to sell it, it will not fetch a good price, unless you have the craftsmanship of Chen Dazhi.

Chen Ling chopped bamboo mainly for Wang Susu to make bamboo grates. Naturally, he couldn't let his wife do this kind of thing, so he happened to chop two trees on the way home.

After cutting the bamboo, Chen Ling retracted his hand and led the two dogs down the mountain.

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"I'm leaving Xiaocang baby, Dengfeng Xiaoxian~"

As soon as Chen Ling arrived at the entrance of the village, a rooster's voice sang from the dam opposite, frightening a group of waterfowl by the river to flap their wings and fly away from the reeds.

I saw a middle-aged man wearing a blue vest, army green trousers, and a chicken coop on his head, riding a bicycle and singing swayingly. When he saw Chen Ling walking over carrying bamboo and leading two dogs, he immediately

He let out a light sigh.

He looked at Chen Ling blankly for several times before asking uncertainly: "Is it rich?"

"Who else could it be if it wasn't me? What's wrong with Brother Chunsheng? I haven't seen you for half a year and you don't recognize me anymore?"

Chen Ling stopped, leaned the bamboo on the ground, and smiled at the man.

This man is Wang Chunyuan’s eldest brother, Wang Chunsheng.

I stayed with my parents in the county town all year round and ran a small lumber factory as a daily livelihood.

In the 1970s and 1980s, for a few years, Wang Chunyuan and his father, Chen Erzhu and his father, and the old man from Aunt Wang's family were in charge of the village brigade. These three people were domineering in the village and had a very bad reputation.

Later, of these three families, only Wang Chunyuan and Chen Erzhu made their fortunes, and they also took advantage of the loopholes in the years when business was encouraged.

At that time, Chen Ling's father also wanted to do some business. Because he often delivered letters, his horizons were relatively broadened. He was going to borrow some money to buy a big truck to transport freight to the city. It turned out that the idea was good, but he was messed up by his bastard son one after another.

Feeling relieved, I gave up the idea.

Later, only Chen Erzhu's father saw that there was no lime production here, so he built a lime factory.

Wang Chunsheng and his father just had money to live on, eating, drinking, whoring and gambling everywhere. Later, they spent money like water, and their two sons stopped at the age of starting a family.
To be continued...