Chapter 223 Rolling Luck

   "Let's roll our luck and see who has the best luck this year!"

  On a small hillside, dozens of children gathered here, chattering and shouting.

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

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

  When Liu Qingshan was young, he would play this game every Dragon Boat Festival. After rolling the eggs and eating them deliciously, the whole May Festival would be complete.

  Eating an egg is considered a festival, and it was the status quo at that time. Eggs were expensive, and there were many children in the family, so it had to be calculated.

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

  The skin of the tea egg is smashed, it will definitely not roll up.

   "Is there any more, I want to get out!"

  Zheng Xiaoxiao was very excited to hear this game, after all, she is still a little girl who hasn't grown up yet.

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

   Well, that's about it.

  Liu Qingshan took out two more boiled eggs from his pocket: "These are the only two left, which one of you wants to play?"

"I!"

  Wu Tong also raised her hand excitedly. This girl has just entered college, and she seems to be infected by seeing a group of young people who are all happy.

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

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

  In the green grass, the round eggs rolled quickly, followed by the yelling children, so lively.

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

  He feels that this is the atmosphere that the festival should have: just being happy!

  Children at this time, although their 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.

  Nature is their natural playground right now!

   "In this get-off competition, the four tigers are the first, Shan Xing is the second, er, the third is Zheng Xiaoxiao."

  Yang Hongying loudly announced the results of the competition, while Zheng Xiaoxiao stood out from the crowd, standing in the middle of ordinary children, waving her hands vigorously: "I just participate, the most important thing is to participate, it doesn't count as a result!"

   "The third place is Xiaoman, Xiaoman, Xiaoman, you are really fast this time!"

  Yang Hongying re-announced the ranking, which also attracted a burst of laughter from the children. No matter what ranking she got, she was very happy anyway.

  The children picked up all their eggs, broke the egg skin, and took a hard bite, and then many children were choked.

   The yolk of this native egg is still very dry.

   "Eat slowly, and eat with tea eggs."

  Liu Qingshan also yelled, and then distributed the tea eggs in the backpack to Xiao Laosi and the others.

   This year’s festival, almost every family in Jiapigou has boiled tea eggs, basically saying goodbye to the days of exchanging eggs for pocket money.

   After eating and drinking, everyone was full of energy. The older children, like Goushengzi and Huzi, began to cut grass and weave straw hats.

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

  The younger ones couldn’t weave straw hats yet, so they begged the older ones for help.

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

  Seeing that Zheng Xiaoxiao also had an itchy look, Liu Qingshan made one for her too. After wearing it, she really had a little more innocent and lovely atmosphere.

   "I want to wear it too!"

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

  Wearing a straw hat, Wu Tong showed another kind of demeanor, vaguely like a fairy in the forest.

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

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

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

  The children dispersed in a rush, and ran to the woods, where the most delicious food was waiting for them.

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

   Entering the woods, the kids were having fun, staring excitedly at the ground one by one.

   "Caifeng, what are we looking for?"

   Zheng Xiaoxiao, who followed behind, was a little dazed.

  The little fourth child giggled: "Of course it's delicious!"

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

   What are sorghum nuts?

  Zheng Xiaoxiao continued to enlightenment.

   "Found it!"

  Little Laosi cheered, and squatted in front of a half-foot-high plant, with small red fruits on it, only the size of fingernails, small and delicate.

   "Looks like a strawberry?"

  Zheng Xiaoxiao looked at the so-called sorghum fruit, which looked like a strawberry that had shrunk a lot.

  Liu Qingshan also found a clump, and squatted there to pick it: "That's right, it's wild strawberries, but the taste, you'll know after a taste."

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

  It’s like the little fourth, who picked a handful, then groaned, stuffed them all into his mouth, his big eyes immediately narrowed into two slits, looking extremely enjoyment.

   Is it really so delicious?

  Zheng Xiaoxiao also picked one, pinched off the torus at the back, and then squeezed it into her mouth.

  A strong aroma spreads in the mouth. It tastes like strawberries, but compared to that silly and big strawberry, the taste is more than ten times stronger?

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

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

  Unfortunately, decades later, even wild strawberries are almost extinct in these woods.

  Even if you can still pick it occasionally, it doesn't taste like your childhood taste.

  He couldn't help but praise: "Sure enough, the condensed ones are all high-quality goods."

  Others nodded subconsciously: well said.

   On their side, there are still a lot of mountain fruits, such as blue indigo fruit, mountain persimmon, black currant, cherry, mountain nail, mountain red, mountain grape, etc., there are dozens of them.

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

  Among these wild fruits, wild strawberries are the earliest to mature. Because they are shaped like sorghum ears, the locals call them sorghum fruits.

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

  The only downside is that the sorghum fruit is a bit small and not satisfying to eat, but how can there be so many perfect things in this world?

  After tasting a few grains, Liu Qingshan began to pack them into small baskets, trying to pick more, and bring them home for 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 again, you have to wait until next year.

   Everyone started working together, and the small basket was filled with more than half of it soon, and it was almost the same.

  As for those little kids, after eating sorghum nuts, they started playing in the woods.

   What boys like to play most is to charge and fight. They basically have wooden pistols pinned to their waists.

  The older ones, like Gou Shengzi and his age, all carry fireworks.

  That is the kind of match gun. There is a bullet casing in the front, and a few bicycle chains connected to the back. The match head is stuffed into it as gunpowder, and when the trigger is pulled, it will make a crisp sound. It is the favorite of the little boys.

  These children automatically divided into two teams, and began to fight under the cover of the big tree.

  The sound of fireworks and guns rang out from time to time.

  More, the gunshots simulated in the mouth:

   "Papa papa!"

"Choo Choo Choo!"

   "Si Huzi, you've been shot, it's time to lie down!"

   "Er Mangzi, I shot you on behalf of the people!"

   "Wow, I don't want to be a villain, I want to be a People's Liberation Army, wow—"

  For a while, there were gunshots and crying, and it was very lively.

  Liu Qingshan happily looked at these wild boys, playing to their heart's content in the woods, and thriving in nature.

   "Bang bang!"

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

   "Who is this, fire a real gun!"

  Gold children like Gou Shengzi quickly recognized that this kind of movement was not made by pyrotechnic guns, but the sound of shotguns.

  Liu Qingshan's eyes became sharper in an instant, and he shouted loudly: "Who fired the gun? Don't 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 over with strange eyes: How come a person who is usually very gentle, suddenly seems to be a different person?

  In Wu Tong's eyes, there was unconsciously some appreciation: Such Liu Qingshan feels more masculine!

   And Zheng Xiaoxiao also suddenly felt: at this moment, Liu Qingshan seems to be the master of this mountain.

  Liu Qingshan yelled a few times, then stopped, saw the eyes of others, and 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 on May Festival. There are many people in the forest, so they will not hunt in the forest on this day!"

  A few outsiders finally understood why Liu Qingshan had such a big reaction just now, what if the shotgun accidentally injured the children?

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

   There was also shouting not far away, although not as loud as Liu Qingshan's, everyone could hear it clearly.

  Liu Qingshan couldn't help being a little angry, and asked Yang Hongying, Wu Tong, and Zheng Xiaoxiao to gather those little kids, while he strode towards the voice that just came:

   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 behind.

   Thinking about 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 yelled from time to time.

   This jargon is called "Shouting Mountain", which means to tell the people around that someone is passing by here, so pay attention to safety.

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

  (end of this chapter)