The crisp sound of gunfire echoed in the sky, and the turtle dove fell into the wheat field.
"Hit!" Li Donglai brandished the shotgun.
I haven’t fired a gun in half a year, but my marksmanship is still so accurate.
Qin Daniu looked at Li Donglai speechlessly.
Turtle doves don't have much meat and are not as valuable as gunpowder and iron sand.
However, flies and mosquitoes are all meat and cannot be wasted.
Qin Daniu turned around and ran towards the wheat field. He had just taken two steps when a rush of footsteps came from afar.
"Who! Who shot? You don't want to live anymore, do you?"
Two peasant men with spears emerged from the woods.
They are the village militia, nominally to prevent enemy agents from sneaking in, but in fact their most important task is to drive away wild boars.
I don't know when more than a dozen wild boars came to the hill. Wild boars like to go to the mountains in groups to destroy crops.
Even eating and drinking, the crops were ruined in one night.
Li Donglai also wanted to catch all those wild boars before.
Together with the village chief Qin Sanmin, he organized more than 20 militiamen, armed with shotguns, setting traps and guarding the crops for wild boars.
But wild boars have rough skin and thick flesh, and the skin is stained with the oils of various trees, just like small land tanks. Iron sand bullets can only scratch their itch. Clamps that can cut off wolf legs are useless against them.
There was no other way. Qin Sanmin could only send two militiamen to guard the crop fields all day long when the crops were about to mature.
When the two militiamen heard the gunfire, they thought some children had stolen the shotgun from the house and went out to shoot birds.
When it became clear that the person holding the shotgun was Li Donglai, the anger on their faces suddenly disappeared.
Qin Erlu smiled and said: "Brother Donglai, when did you come back?"
Qin Dabao took Li Donglai's hand: "Brother Donglai, thanks to you last time, my baby's feet were saved. Come on, I have some corn wine at home. Let's go and have a drink."
Li Donglai threw the shotgun to Qin Daniu, looked at the two of them and smiled: "Er Donkey, Dabao, I have to go to the mountainous area to collect herbs, so I won't talk more."
After saying that, he pointed to the wheat field and said, "Take that turtle dove back and make soup for it."
"That's so embarrassing!"
The two of them happily ran towards the wheat field.
...
Li Donglai and Qin Daniu continued to climb up the mountain.
The mountain road is steep and there are wild trees covered with thorns growing on the roadside.
By the time Li Donglai finished gathering the herbs, it was already noon.
Qin Daniu brought dry food, and the two of them were not in a hurry to go down the mountain and came to the spring on the mountainside.
Wash yourself with the cold spring water, then take out the enamel jar, scoop out a jar of spring water, and start nibbling the steamed buns.
After eating and drinking, Li Donglai lay on the bluestone floor, squinting and looking at the mottled tree shadows.
He was waiting for Qin Daniu to speak.
This livestock herder has to work, feed pigs and cows, and sometimes help transport soil and manure. He is as busy as a top all day long.
Today I actually accompanied him up the mountain to collect herbs. I must have something to ask for.
really.
Qin Daniu opened his mouth next to him, hesitated for a long time, and finally sighed.
He walked closer to Li Donglai in small steps: "Donglai, you are already from the city. Originally, I didn't plan to trouble you about this matter, but it is related to the marriage of several children in the village. I don't want this old face this time.
Already."
Li Donglai said nothing, still squinting his eyes.
Qin Daniu knew Li Donglai's habits. This boy was not completely sure and would not take over everything.
He leaned close to Li Donglai's ear and whispered: "There are five boys over twenty years old in our village. Qin Dabao just now, Qin Erlu, Wang Xiaoer from the old Wang family, Zhang Tiedan from the old Zhang family, and my family
That boy."
"These young girls have reached the age of proposing marriage. According to our rules here, even if you can't afford a house when proposing a proposal, the old house in the house should be renovated. Otherwise, the woman's family will not agree."
"They are all adobe houses. Now is the off-farm time, and there are many strong laborers, so it is easy to repair. However, the materials are somewhat insufficient. There is a lot of yellow mud and straw, but the only missing beams, purlins and wooden rafters are missing."
Li Donglai finally understood that the village wanted him to help get a batch of wood.
Of course, Qinjiagou is a rural area.
There are trees in the village, many trees.
There are also trees on the hill, many trees.
But these trees nominally belong to Qinjiagou Village, but in fact they belong to the commune.
Even the identity of farmers in this era is different from that of later generations. Their real identities are agricultural workers.
They work in the same way as industrial workers. They come to and from get off work on time every day and clock in on time.
Work under the leadership of the production team leader, record work points, receive wages based on work points, and ask for leave if necessary.
If ordinary people want to build a house, they have to work hard and exchange work points with the commune for wood.
The male is rated 10 points (that is, a day's work is worth 10 points), the female is rated 7 points, and the boy herding cattle is rated 3 points.
Ha, it kind of means KPI for future generations.
Food and other supplies are also distributed according to work points.
As an important resource, wood requires far more work than a family can bear.
In a normal year, a family that wants to build a house can exchange work points for lumber.
But not now.
That's why the village chief Qin Sanmin wanted to ask him for advice.
After Li Donglai understood the whole story, he breathed a sigh of relief.
It's okay to come up with ideas, but you can't let yourself be implicated.
After Li Donglai came to this world, he has always adhered to one principle, that is, not to stand under a dangerous wall.
When doing things, you must consider everything comprehensively and take one step at a time and look at the next three steps.
Although he believed that the folks in Qinjiagou would not betray him or take it lightly.
Li Donglai thought for a while, looked at the big tree in the distance, and whispered: "Uncle Da Niu, tell me, what will happen if that pine tree is stolen?"
"Stolen?" Qin Daniu was confused. He also looked at the big tree: "Such a big tree. We have militiamen patrolling here. How can we steal it?"
Li Donglai held his head and looked at the blue sky half covered by leaves.
"I mean, if someone steals it, don't think about how to steal it first."
Qin Daniu thoughtfully said: "If the big tree is stolen, the village will naturally send militia to track it down. As long as it is not stolen from the village, even if someone from the commune comes to check, they will not be able to find out. After all, the big tree only needs to be peeled off."
, all look the same.”
"If we can't trace it out, then we have no choice but to admit that we are unlucky, which is equivalent to not having this tree." Qin Daniu said this, his eyes suddenly lit up.
Good guy, Li Donglai is so smart!
Just find a trustworthy village and negotiate with their village chief.
If the two villages tacitly "exchange" big trees, the village's wood supply will be solved!
Qin Daniu, who wanted to understand everything, said sincerely: "Lai Dong, I would like to thank you on behalf of my second son."
Li Donglai stood up and picked off the dust on his clothes: "What?"
On the way down the mountain, Li Donglai thought for a moment and told Qin Daniu: "Uncle Daniu, don't do it anymore. I know a friend at the food station. You can pull the pig to him."
You might be able to get a good price there."
Gu Shen, as a general and the director of the food station, actually knew the pigeon owner from the pigeon market.
This shows that the higher authorities have been keeping an eye on the pigeon market.
The reason why those people were not touched was because their weight was too light.
But who knows when the wind will blow!
It's better to be careful.
Qin Daniu nodded. Every time he went to the pigeon market to sell meat, he was always worried.
There is a sure way to come east, so it doesn't matter if the village makes less money.
