Hello, 1983

"Which mountain are you from? This is our Jiapigou site. Don't you know what to do?"

Although Zhang Dashuai is not tall, he has a loud voice, and he is not polite when speaking.

The other party was also quite arrogant, and a big black man in his thirties replied with a loud voice:

"We are from Dingjiagou. I am Ding Laohei and live in the mountains. If you say this, then these forests are all our territory. It's because your hands and claws are too long.

At the beginning, the commune divided the hills for each battalion, in order to avoid similar disputes.

You must know that the local folk customs are sturdy. When these villagers and mountain people fight, they all go to the same village together. In large-scale armed fights, casualties are not uncommon.

Because Dingjiagou is just a small mountain village in the woods, it did not give them a specific division of the site, and the current situation has emerged.

Zhang Dashuai's violent temper was immediately ignited: "Damn, it doesn't matter whether you are Ding Laohei or Ding Laobai, you are being rude, right? Today, I have to slap you, so as to save the land!"

That Ding Lao Hei was on the mountain all day. He was a ruthless character who dared to fight with wild boars and wrestled with the black blind man. Of course he was not afraid.

I saw him take off the back basket behind him, and take off his coat three or two times, revealing his dark and strong muscles, just like a black Likui.

Papapapa, he slapped the pectoralis major twice: "Come on, you little brat, I'll give you one hand!"

One of his companions next to him also smiled and added a knife: "Little Daozi, is your nickname called Jiapigou Wu Dalang? Do you want to go back and step on two stilts and fight us again."

The guy who was talking looked like a skinny monkey, with a black mole on his face and a bunch of black hair on it, which looked a bit wretched.

It's really hurtful to say this, even those little boys can hear it harshly. Er Xiaozi doesn't see that he usually wipes his tears at every turn, but now he's really excited.

He was still imitating the appearance of an adult, rolling up his arms and rolling his sleeves, and shouting: "I'm not afraid of you, I'm a little hero who has captured spy agents, if there are grenades now, I won't make you cry! "

That's right, the mountain doll has been so sturdy since childhood.

In front of the scumbag, he didn't say anything short, and Zhang Dashuai was so angry that the blue veins on his head jumped up, and he also threw his clothes and rushed towards the big black man opposite.

The big black man looked at the little man,

With a look of disdain, he stretched out a big hand and grabbed towards Zhang Dashuai, ready to carry the opponent directly into the air like a little chicken, and play a good game.

Although Zhang Dashuai is small, his strength is not small at all. After all, he has learned both hands from the dumb grandpa and has very rich experience in fighting.

I saw him dodging the opponent's big fan-like hand, his whole body slammed into the opponent's arms, and then he hugged the opponent's two ankles, his head was pushed forward, and his hands were pulled back.

With a muffled sound, the big black man was overturned to the ground, and the two of them rolled back and forth on the grass.

They are one-on-one, and it is difficult for others to reach out, so they can only shout and cheer from the side.

When he fell to the ground, the big black man lost his height advantage. Instead, he was attacked by Zhang Dashuai. He was punched a few times in the face, and he soon turned into a panda eye, and he suddenly screamed in anger.

Of course, Zhang Dashuai didn't get anything cheap. He was also punched a few times, and his nose bleeds all over his face.

However, he is so small that he can play on par with his opponents, and he is proud of himself.

"Don't fight for now. If you have time, let's all pick up more mountain goods. Isn't it good to buy more money?"

A voice suddenly sounded, and the mountain people at Dingjiagou saw that it was a young man at Jiapigou, and didn't pay much attention to it.

As for the two people on the ground, they have long been red-eyed, and they will not give up easily.

Liu Qingshan also shook his head slightly: it seems that persuasion is impossible.

So he walked closer and roared again: "Uncle handsome, and this black big brother, don't fight!"

He reached out and grabbed Dashuai Zhang who was riding on the black man, and threw it behind him. He used his hands very skillfully. Dashuai Zhang took two steps back and then stood up.

Shaking his head, he wiped his nose, the back of his hand was red, and Dashuai Zhang was willing to rush up again, gnashing his teeth.

The big black man also got up, feeling a tingling pain on his face, which also stimulated him to become furious, and rushed up again regardless.

"stop!"

Liu Qingshan was standing in the middle of them, waving his hands violently, the people next to him only felt a flash in front of them, and then they saw the big black man and the big handsome Zhang back.

After retreating several steps in a row, they finally fell into a squat, all sitting on the ground.

After the fall, both of them were sober, and together with the others, they all turned their shocked eyes to Liu Qingshan.

"Uncle handsome, making money is the last word, fighting is boring."

Liu Qingshan first stretched out his hand and pulled Zhang Dashuai up.

Zhang Dashuai also kept muttering in his heart: Qingshan has only practiced with the mute for more than a year, and this skill has been on the rise. Black bear, that's not a problem.

Liu Qingshan walked in front of the big black man again, and also stretched out his hand to pull him:

"Brother Hei, peace is the most valuable thing in everything. There are so many mountain goods in the mountains, why fight and rob!"

Ding Laohei grabbed Liu Qingshan's hand and stood up from the ground. He had to admit in his heart that he was definitely not the opponent of this young man.

However, he was unconvinced and muttered: "There are a lot of goods from the mountains, and there are many people who pick the mountains, and the commune did not give us Dingjiagou a site."

This is true. If it wasn't for Liu Qingshan's plan, it is estimated that the resources in the forest would have been over-consumed long ago, and within a few years, there would be nothing to harvest.

The people in Dingjiagou also shouted at each other: "Yes, we don't farm land in our village, we rely on mountain mining for a living every year. Are you still alive?"

This makes sense. It's not all about the other party's harassment. There is still a difference between the mountain people and the villagers below. The mountains are full of valleys and valleys, and there is no way to farm.

Now that mountain goods have suddenly become valuable, and more and more people are grabbing food to eat, their life is not very easy.

Liu Qingshan also understood this truth, and suddenly an idea occurred in his mind, and a smile immediately appeared on the corner of his mouth:

"Brother Hei, and everyone in Dingjiagou, there is actually a kind of mountain product that is most suitable for you to harvest. Even the old and young in your village will sit on the small bench and do the work."

When the mountain residents in Dingjiagou heard this, they started talking again:

"What are you talking about?"

"If it's as light as you say, then you won't just sit and make money. If there is such a good thing, why don't you do it yourself?"

"There is no hair on the mouth, and the work is not firm."

Hearing that the villagers on the Jiapigou side were unhappy. They usually trust Liu Qingshan so much that no one is allowed to question him.

Liu Qingshan was not annoyed at all: "Of course there is such a good thing, what I just said is the ground vegetables, this stuff is most suitable for you people in the mountains to pick, get up in the morning, walk around, and one person can pick a basket and go home. Don't delay eating."

Ground vegetables?

Of course the people in Dingjiagou knew it, but it seemed that something was wrong.

The tuft of hair just now reacted first and shouted at the top of his voice:

"The local vegetables you mentioned are not on the purchase catalog at all. We tried our best to pick them up, but no one picked them up by then. What about you, a tired fool?"

That's right, it was only then that the others reacted, and all of them were furious, and they all gathered around Liu Qingshan: "What kind of peace do you have, kid?"

Liu Qingshan did not panic at all: "If others don't accept it, I will accept it."

"Which onion and which garlic are you?"

This guy with a pinch of hair really has a stinky mouth.

"Our wild vegetable factory in Jiapigou was run by Brother Qingshan!"

The little kids all shouted, in their minds, Brother Qingshan is an idol, and no one is allowed to question him.

A pinch of hair blinked, and they heard about the establishment of a wild vegetable factory in Jiapigou. In the past few days, some mountain people went to the wild vegetable factory to sell wild vegetables.

With that said, it is really possible to collect ground vegetables.

So, there was a dry smile on this guy's face immediately: "Hey, what's the purchase price? It takes a lot of trouble to pick up this kind of ground vegetable."

Liu Qingshan smiled: "The price is at least twice that of black fungus."

What, so valuable!

Those mountain residents in Dingjiagou have their eyes flashing, and the average price of fungus is ten yuan per pound.

My mother, this is the rhythm of making a fortune!

For the people at the foot of the mountain, it may be a little difficult to pick the ground vegetables, but for the mountain people like them, just like what Liu Qingshan said just now, they can pick a basket when they get up early for a walk.

A pinch of hair even smiled brightly: "Brother, thank you for guiding us Dingjiagou a way to make a fortune. When you have time, go to our place and I will treat you well."

He seemed to be the leader of the group, and after a few polite words with Liu Qingshan, he waved:

"Let's go, let's go back and give all the woods here to our friends in Jiapigou."

Ding Laohei, who was fighting just now, still said angrily: "I haven't won or lost with that little guy just now. Let's wait for us to compare."

A tuft of hair jumped up and slapped him on the back of the head, teaching in his mouth:

"Old Hei, if you have the strength to fight, why don't you get more ground vegetables!"

The big black man scratched the back of his head: "It seems to make sense, let's go."

After taking two steps, he turned back and waved to Liu Qingshan: "Your name is Qingshan, right? I'll ask you for a drink one day. You are better than me."

Watching a large group of mountain people in Dingjiagou disappear into the woods, Liu Qingshan also smiled and waved: "Let's stop being idle."

But the villagers were a little worried: "Qingshan, can you sell the vegetables you collect?"

In Zhang Dashuai's nose and eyes, there were two balls of tender grass, and he spoke in a loud voice: "The purchase price is still so high, we can't be used to the guys in Dingjiagou."

"It's okay, everyone, don't worry, I will definitely find a market." Liu Qingshan felt very confident when he thought about the phone call from his French friend Leo to the village a few days ago.

He was still in the capital at that time, and the old party secretary answered the phone.

Since Qingshan said so, of course everyone believed it, so they continued to work.

Liu Qingshan saw that Zhang Dashuai's face was still covered with blood, and told him to find a place to wash it off.

Zhang Dashuai didn't care: "Nothing, go home and take a bath together."

The matter of taking a shower is also a rule set by Jiapigou: to go home from mining mountains, no matter how tired you are, you have to take a shower, so as not to have insects or something parasitic on the body.

Da Zhangluo, who was next to him, laughed and joked: "Master, with your respectable appearance, it's like Wu Dalang was poisoned by Pan Jinlian, and his seven orifices are bleeding."

Speaking of Wu Dalang again, of course Dashuai Zhang couldn't bear it: "Believe it or not, I also punched you in the nose and made you become Guan Gong's face too!"

Watching the gang fight, Liu Qingshan also had a picture in his mind:

Commander, come on, it's time to take your medicine...