Several large carriages brought the wicker sticks back to the village and distributed them to each family. The branches were simply repaired and the tips were removed, and then they could be used as frames.

In addition to the racks, Liu Qingshan also harvested dozens of Yangla cans. After returning home, he took them out of his shoulder bag, threw them on the kang with a clatter.

When it was time to eat, I baked it with salt in an iron pot, put it on a small half plate, and served it to the table.

When Liu Shikui saw it, his eyes lit up: "This is perfect for drinking."

The fourth and fifth children also ate it, and they just picked one up with their little hands and started eating it.

After baking it in the pot, there were cracks on the surface, and it opened with a light break. Inside were golden insect pupae. When you eat them in your mouth, they are fragrant and sweet, with a hint of salty taste.

"Sister, you should eat too."

Liu Qingshan smiled and grabbed a small handful for Yang Hongying.

Yang Hongying looked at him suspiciously: "Sanfeng'er, why do I think your smile is a little weird, like..."

"Like a fox."

The fourth child took over the conversation.

Liu Qingshan wiped his face: "How could such a loyal and honest person like me get involved with a fox?"

Yang Hongying curled her lips, picked up a can, and tried to eat one too. Well, it tastes really good.

After eating several in a row, he asked: "What is this made of? I have never eaten it before."

It was probably foreign hotties or something, she didn’t know what they were, so Liu Qingshan just said:

"Nothing, this is just a chrysalis. When spring comes next year, big colorful caterpillars will crawl out of it."

While talking, he looked at Yang Hongying jokingly, waiting to see her change in expression.

Unexpectedly, Yang Hongying made a sound in her mouth, picked up another one, broke it off and ate it: "I have eaten ant eggs and bee pupae before, but they are not as delicious as this."

This time it was Liu Qingshan's turn to be stunned: Sister, you are too tough!

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The next day, each family began to install trellises in the greenhouse. They are all veterans of farming, so this small job is no problem. Who doesn't take care of the small garden every year?

The only difference is that you have to be a little careful and don't use a wicker stick to poke a hole in the plastic sheet.

Liu Qingshan's family is no exception. They are all busy working in the greenhouse: Liu Qingshan is responsible for inserting strips, which are tied together in groups of four.

If it is in the open air, a set of crossbars will be needed to connect and fix it.

In a greenhouse, there is no need to worry about blowing down the cucumber stand. There is no wind or waves.

"This willow tree has not been dried. It will definitely sprout in a few days."

Lin Zhi is responsible for tying cloth strips on the shelves. She knows that wicker has extremely strong vitality and can basically survive when inserted into the soil. Not to mention that the temperature and humidity inside the greenhouse are very suitable.

"That's just right for eating cold, and it will relieve the heat after eating it in winter."

Liu Jinfeng feels a little bit unappetizing recently. The wicker sprouts are a bit bitter. After blanching them, they taste fresh and should be suitable for her.

After hearing this, Liu Qingshan suddenly felt something in his heart: "Then why eat wicker sprouts? It's so painful. When the time comes, I'll get some thorn sprouts for my eldest sister."

Thorn buds are a very delicious wild vegetable in the mountains, but they need to wait until spring to germinate.

"By then, my teeth will be so hungry."

Liu Jinfeng also joked with his brother.

Liu Qingshan was not joking: "Sister, what I said is true. In less than a month, I'm sure you'll be able to eat thorn sprouts."

They were chatting while working, and Datou strolled over. He gave guidance to each house, and finally arrived here.

After helping to finish planting the remaining trellises, Datou looked at the cucumber seedlings that were already more than a foot tall and said happily: "These are about to bloom. When the time comes, I will have to teach you how to pollinate them manually."

The cucumbers grown in greenhouses at the moment are not parthenocarpic varieties, so they definitely need pollination.

There is no need to think about dipping it with chemicals for the time being, there is no such thing, so I can only use a small plush brush to artificially pollinate one flower at a time.

This process is continuous and takes a while, which is really too troublesome.

Liu Qingshan pondered for a while: "Is it possible to pollinate naturally? It's a pity that no one keeps bees in our village. Otherwise, if we put a box of bees in a shed, everything would be solved."

"Yes, I'll go find the boss uncle right now. His eldest daughter is married to the forest guarding team. Her parents are beekeepers and harvest linden tree honey every year."

Datou was also inspired and ran away in a hurry.

After Liu Qingshan and the others finished building their own greenhouse, they also had to put up the greenhouse at their grandfather's house. When they entered the greenhouse at their grandfather's house, they saw Liu Shikui holding a small watering can and watering a row of flower pots.

"The roses are blooming really well."

Liu Jinfeng leaned over a large pink rose flower and took a deep breath. A faint fragrance penetrated her nose, making her close her eyes and reflect on it for a long time.

Liu Shikui had a peaceful smile on his face: "With this greenhouse, these flowers are blooming vigorously this year."

In rural areas in these days, it was rare to grow flowers in the house. The reason was that the house was not warm and it was freezing in winter, and the flowers froze to death.

"Grandpa, life at home is prosperous, so the flowers will be more prosperous."

When Liu Qingshan saw the pots of Clivia, which were also lush and green, with shiny dark green leaves, he quickly took over the conversation.

Hearing these words, the old man nodded with joy, and Liu Qingshan was also inspired: It seems that some nectar flowers must be planted in the greenhouse in an appropriate amount, so that vegetables and bees can be grown without delay.

In the afternoon of the next day, the boss and the others happily brought back more than twenty beehives on a horse-drawn carriage and distributed them to each household.

According to Da Zhangluo who went with them, the in-laws of the boss of the car were reluctant to part with her at first, but then the boss's uncle glared and wanted to take his daughter back, and then he gave up.

This person who is my father-in-law is so awesome.

Liu Qingshan happily moved the beehive into the greenhouse. After opening the small door in front, he felt relieved when he heard a buzzing sound inside.

Because the climate here is cold in winter, it is very difficult for the bee colonies to survive in winter, and the number will drop by more than half.

If you can't collect honey and have nothing to eat, you have to rely on beekeepers to feed you some sugar water and the like regularly. By the time the next spring comes, you will basically have nothing left.

However, their lives are also tenacious enough. As long as the climate conditions are suitable, they will reproduce in large numbers and restart the cycle of life.

On the second day, when I entered the greenhouse again, I found a small number of bees flying out and doing activities.

They were buzzing and busy on the reserved small flowers of peppers and tomatoes. They were really a group of hard-working little guys.

The vegetables in the greenhouse grew little by little under the eager hope of the villagers. By the time December came, the celery was nearly a foot tall, the leeks were a bunch long, and even the cucumbers had small knots.

Cucumber twist.

There are more and more smiles on everyone's faces. When nothing happens, they get together to study and discuss.

How long will it take for this vegetable to be harvested?

How much can a pound be sold for?

Is anyone willing to pay for it?

After it snowed a few more times and the temperature dropped to minus 20 degrees at night, the stoves started to be lit in the greenhouse to heat up.

Some families simply built simple wooden beds in the greenhouse and slept directly in the greenhouse.

It's much warmer than sleeping in the house.

At this time in previous years, winter leisure has already entered, and the local saying goes "Cat Winter".

This year seems a bit busier. There is a lot of work in both pig farms and greenhouses.

Although there was no leisure time, no one felt tired as the vegetables in the greenhouse grew taller and taller day by day.

As farmers, who is afraid of being tired? They are afraid of being poor!

This month is also the happiest time for children, because as soon as December comes, it’s time to kill the pig!

The New Year pigs here are killed much earlier in the morning, usually about one or two months in advance, because after the weather gets cold, the fat pigs in the pig pens basically stop gaining fat.

The food we eat every day is not enough to withstand the cold, so feeding us any more will be a waste of food.

Of course, over there in the pig house, it's a different situation. The piglets have grown to half-size and are growing meat every day.

The captain's aunt weighs her from time to time. According to her, on average, a pig can gain about one and a half pounds per day.

If this trend continues, a large number of pigs will be slaughtered just before the Spring Festival. Except for the reserved breeding pigs and sows, the rest can basically be sold.

Early in the morning on December 4th, Liu Qingshan went to the mountains for morning exercises and invited his master back because his family was going to kill a pig today, and it was also the Jiapigoutou family who did the killing.

There is actually something special about this. Generally, people are not very willing to kill the pig first.

When pigs are slaughtered in rural areas, neighbors, relatives, friends, and prominent people in the village all have to be called in to help, so they can eat pork on several tables.

Think about it, everyone's stomachs have been struggling for almost a year, and the fat and water have been dried out long ago. If you finally eat pork, why don't you open your cheeks? At least you have to eat a lot of meat.

After eating a few of them one after another, I basically ate enough to withstand it, so the owner who killed the pig later could save some.

Liu Qingshan didn't care about this. If there was no income, no matter how much money was saved, he wouldn't be able to save much money.

After breakfast, many villagers walked to his house. In the courtyard, a large wooden case had been placed, which was the guillotine for the big fat pig.

It happened to be Sunday, and many children came to watch the fun. The fourth and fifth children were also busy, lighting cigarettes and passing firewood to the guests.

The little kids were all jumping up and down, and the four tigers were still chanting: "Little kids, don't cry, we'll kill the pigs in the twelfth lunar month."

Next to him, there were two men who said: "Children, don't be greedy, it's the New Year after Laba!"

Killing pigs and celebrating the New Year are probably the things they look forward to the most.

The man in charge was of course Zhang Dashuai. He wore a furry dog-skin hat on his head and a palm-wide strap slung around his waist. He looked majestic and murderous.

There is a greasy leather scabbard on the strap, and inside is the battle-hardened butcher knife.

I don't know how many pigs were stabbed with this knife. It is estimated that even the second senior brother's legs would tremble when he saw it.

A pot of boiling water was already boiling on the large stove outside. Everything was ready. Zhang Dashuai took off his dog-skin hat and hung it on the grate, revealing his shiny bald head.

He slapped the belt around his waist and shouted, "Use the knife!"

Liu Qingshan couldn't help but laugh when he saw it: Why does this sound like Mr. Bao is calling for a guillotine?

Ah...ah sneeze!

He couldn't help but sneeze a few times, rubbed his nose, and thought to himself: Who is talking about me?
Chapter completed!