Hello, 1983

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

On a hillside, dozens of dolls gathered here, chattering in their mouths.

Each one holds an egg in their hands, ready to roll the egg down the hillside.

Whoever's egg rolls to the bottom of the slope first, and the egg is not broken, has the best luck.

When Liu Qingshan was a child, he played this game every year on the Dragon Boat Festival. After rolling the eggs and eating them beautifully, the whole May Festival would be complete.

Even if you eat an egg for the holidays, it is the status quo at that time. Eggs are expensive and there are many children in the family, so you have to calculate it.

Seeing that the fourth and fifth were holding a tea egg, Liu Qingshan quickly took out two ordinary boiled eggs from his pocket and gave them to them.

The skin of the tea egg is broken, and it will definitely not roll.

"Is there any more, 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 didn't grow up.

But after she finished speaking, she felt a little speechless, so she stuck out her tongue and added, "It's all about bad luck!"

Well, that's about the same.

Liu Qingshan took out two more boiled eggs from his pocket: "There are only these two left, who of you still want to play?"

"I!"

Wu Tong also raised his hand excitedly. This girl just went to college and looked at a group of little guys who were all elated, and seemed to be infected too.

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

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

In the green grass, the round eggs rolled quickly, followed by the shouting and shouting of the children. It was very lively.

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

He felt that this is the atmosphere that the festival should have: it's just happy!

Children at this time, although material life is not rich, but their spiritual life is rich and colorful, there is not much pressure to study, and they can get in touch with nature more.

Now nature is their natural playground!

"This time, the four tigers are the first, Shan Xing is the second, er, the third is Zheng Xiaoxiao."

Yang Hongying announced the results of the competition loudly, while Zheng Xiaoxiao stood out from the crowd, standing in the middle of ordinary children, waving his hands vigorously: "I'm just participating, the emphasis is on participation, it doesn't count as a result!"

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

Yang Hongying re-announced the ranking, and it also attracted a burst of laughter from the children. No matter what ranking she achieved, she was quite happy anyway.

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

The yolk of the egg is still very dry.

"Eat it slowly, and eat it with tea eggs."

Liu Qingshan also shouted, and then distributed the tea eggs in the backpack to the little fourth and the others.

During the festival this year, almost every family in Jiapigou boiled tea eggs, basically saying goodbye to the days of exchanging eggs for pocket money.

After eating and drinking, they were all in good spirits, and the older children, like Gouzuzi and Huzi, started to cut grass and weave straw hats.

Weave it a foot and a half long, then bend it in a circle, and the straw hat is ready. When worn on the head, it feels majestic, a bit like an anti-Japanese soldier.

When I was younger and couldn't make straw hats well, I begged the older children for help.

Liu Qingshan also braided straw hats for the fourth and fifth, and put them on their heads happily, and came to take a group photo with them.

Seeing Zheng Xiaoxiao's heart-wrenching look, Liu Qingshan made one for her too. After wearing it, it was really a little more innocent and cute.

"I want to wear it too!"

Wu Tong also came up to join in the fun, well, you can't favor one over the other, Liu Qingshan can only make up another one.

Putting on the straw hat, Wu Tong showed another graceful appearance, vaguely a bit like a fairy in the forest.

"Come on, take a group photo for your sisters!"

Liu Qingshan called the old sister over again and took a picture of the five girls.

Then there was a group photo of all the children, and soon one roll of film was finished.

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

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

Entering the woods, the children were all happy, staring with excited little eyes, searching the ground.

"Caifeng, what are we looking for?"

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

Little Old Four smiled and said, "Of course it's delicious!"

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

What is sorghum fruit?

Zheng Xiaoxiao continued to be confused.

"Found it!"

The little old four cheered and crouched in front of a half-foot-tall plant, which was followed by small red fruits, only the size of a fingernail, small and delicate.

"Looks like strawberries?"

Zheng Xiao looked down on the so-called sorghum fruit, like a strawberry that had shrunk a lot.

Liu Qingshan also found a clump and squatted there to pick: "Yes, it is a wild strawberry, but the taste, you will know it after you taste it."

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

Just like the little 4th, who picked a small handful, then snorted, and stuffed it all into his mouth, his big eyes immediately narrowed into two slits, and he looked extremely enjoyed.

Is it really that delicious?

Zheng Xiaoxiao also picked one, pinched off the torus at the back, and put it in his mouth.

A strong aroma emanated from the mouth, it was the taste of strawberries, but it was ten times stronger than the silly and big strawberries?

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

Liu Qingshan also threw a few pills into his mouth, um, the taste in memory.

It is a pity that in these forests, even wild strawberries are about to disappear after a few decades.

Even if it can be picked occasionally, it doesn't taste like childhood.

He couldn't help but praise: "Sure enough, it's all fine products."

Everyone else also nodded subconsciously: it makes sense.

On their side, there are still a lot of mountain fruits, such as blueberry, persimmon, blackcurrant, cherry, mountain nail, mountain red, mountain grape, etc. There are also dozens of kinds.

But because of the climate, most of them are small berries.

Among these wild fruits, the earliest ripe strawberry is the wild strawberry, because it is shaped like a sorghum ear, so the locals call it sorghum fruit.

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

The only downside is that the sorghum fruit is too small to eat, but how can there be so many perfect things in this world?

After tasting a few grains, Liu Qingshan began to put them in a small basket, trying to pick more and bring them back to everyone in the family to taste.

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

Everyone started working together, and the small basket was quickly filled with most of it, which was basically the same.

As for the little ones, after eating enough sorghum fruit, they started to play in the woods.

What boys like to play the most is charging and fighting, and they basically have wooden pistols pinned to their waists.

The older ones, like Gouzuzi and the others, all carry fireworks.

It is the kind of match gun, with a bullet casing in the front and a few bicycle chains attached to the back, stuffed with a match head as gunpowder, and when you pull the trigger, it will make a crisp sound, which is the favorite of the little boys.

These babies were automatically divided into two teams, and under the cover of the big tree, they started to fight.

The crackling of fireworks and guns sounded from time to time.

More, or the simulated gunshots in the mouth:

"Clap clap clap!"

"Choo Choo Choo!"

"Four Tigers, you've been shot, it's time to lie down!"

"Second son, I shot you on behalf of the people!"

"Wow, I'm not a bad guy, I want to be the People's Liberation Army, wow—"

For a time, gunshots and cries were loud, and it was very lively.

Liu Qingshan happily watched these wild boys play in the woods and thrive in nature.

"Boom!"

Suddenly, there were two muffled noises not far away, and all kinds of mountain birds in the forest were startled and fluttered wildly.

"Who is this, fire a real gun!"

The big boys like the leftover dog quickly recognized that this kind of movement was not something that a pyrotechnic gun could make, but the sound of a shotgun.

Liu Qingshan's eyes also became sharp in an instant, and he shouted loudly: "Who shoots the gun, do you know the rules, there are people here!"

People around have an urge to cover their ears: what a loud voice!

Zheng Xiaoxiao, Wu Tong and the others all looked at them with strange eyes: Why does a person who is usually quite gentle suddenly seem to have changed?

In Wu Tong's eyes, there is a little appreciation unconsciously: such Liu Qingshan feels more manly!

And Zheng Xiaoxiao suddenly felt that Liu Qingshan at this moment was like the owner of this mountain.

Liu Qingshan roared a few times, then stopped, and when he saw the eyes of others, he explained with a serious face:

"This is definitely not our Jiapigou and the nearby villagers. According to our rules, we will go to the mountains to play during the May Festival. There are many people in the woods, so they will not hunt in the woods on this day!"

Only then did a few outsiders understand why Liu Qingshan had such a big reaction just now. What if the shotgun accidentally injured the children?

"What rules, who the hell made the rules?"

There were also shouts not far away, although not as loud as Liu Qingshan's, but everyone could hear it clearly.

Liu Qingshan couldn't help but feel a little angry, and asked Yang Hongying, Wu Tong and Zheng Xiaoxiao to gather those little boys, and he walked over to meet the voice that was floating just now:

I don't know the rules in the mountains, right? I'll let you know today.

After walking for a while, I heard rustling footsteps behind me, and when I looked back, I saw Wu Song following closely.

Thinking of Wu Song's identity as a police officer, Liu Qingshan felt relieved.

The two walked through the forest one after the other, and Liu Qingshan shouted a few times from time to time.

This jargon is called "Shouting Mountain", which is to tell people around you that there are people passing by here, pay attention to safety.

But at this time, there was another scolding from the front: "Call your mother to scare away all my prey!"