Sheng Liancheng and his eight sons all lit cigarettes, but their effect was minimal.

What career path is there in studying? Very few people drop out of school just to get a diploma and a job.

On the first day of their descent from the mountain, Sheng Yunfang looked at her younger brother's flushed face, which was still covered in sweat. She felt a pang of heartache and wanted to share some of the burden with Sheng Xiping.

Then, the people outside the house took turns soaking their feet in cold water, and after washing them, they would make their beds and go to sleep.

Outside the kitchen, Zhang Shuzhen, who was sweating profusely from the cold while working at the griddle, muttered a disdainful remark before hearing her husband's words.

Mosquito bites are just one of the problems. As soon as I stepped out of the grass in the morning, my pants were half wet with dew and it wasn't until noon that they were dried by the wind.

Not only should we hinder them, but we should also actively provide all the necessary conditions to facilitate their export and foreign exchange earnings.

Houchuan Forest Farm is located outside Xiaolinzi, with abundant resources and a vast area.

All levels of government must provide support for export earnings; it is a trivial matter to obstruct export earnings for any reason.

Yi Xintao gave a speech and concluded at the beginning.

It always rains outside the woods, and I get completely soaked from head to toe, except for this one big patch of skin.

There's a solution: we still need to find some old beef liver to burn as a mosquito repellent. A little bit won't do much good and will only result in more bites.

Fortunately, the car was heading towards Gaotaihe, which was uphill, so the car was moving slowly.

That kind of wild vegetable, which is always abundant, is also called bracken fern. Its scientific name is Ostreae cinnamon, and it belongs to the Rosaceae family, a type of bracken fern.

The little people were startled when they heard this.

While busy making pancakes, Zhang Shuzhen still had time to cook. Before her son got out of school in the morning, she asked Xin Youlin and the others to go outside the vegetable garden to cut some chives, pick out the weeds, wash them clean, chop them, and then stir-fry a few eggs and mix them with the chives.

"Brother, yes, you can do it. He picked less vegetables than you, so it was already heavy enough."

Half of the people had returned, and the commuter bus honked its horn several times, indicating that there weren't many people rushing back.

The old nest is as rare as a cow hair, and it even produces top-quality dishes, which is something everyone tells others about.

There are no roads in the forest area. People gather cow hair in small groups, pushing eight-wheeled railway carts, and heading out along the only railway line.

"My dear, did he make some pancake boxes? I'll make you two with sugar, but with less oil."

Sheng Yunfang is slow at everything, even shearing cow hair; she can shear a hundred pounds a day.

Zhou Qinglan was still quite energetic after coming down the mountain, so she lay down under the desk and wrote lesson plans and such for a while before taking a break.

Whenever they encountered a tree stump or fallen log, they would quickly lean against it to rest for a while. They were all so tired that their legs felt heavy and they were covered in sweat.

Yi Xintao is older and understands the safety implications, but the younger children know that if something goes wrong, the child will either die or be disabled.

Most of the men who came down from the mountain wore sun hats, then sewed scarves along the edges, and tied the bottom corners of the scarves around their necks, so that at least their faces wouldn't be bitten so badly.

Zhang Shuzhen felt sorry for her husband and son, who were tired from working down the mountain, so she thought of giving them something different.

And it also depends on who cooks outside the home; some people don't have the time or inclination to cook for them.

As soon as Sheng Liancheng and his two children stepped into their small house, they smelled a sweet fragrance.

"Seventh Brother, how are you? Can you still make it back? If you can, here's your bag, you can carry it for him."

Wang Jianshe, Chen Weiguo, and several others followed their fathers down the mountain to gather vegetables. None of the old men in the forest farm had their own secret hideouts.

In early spring, Zhang Shuzhen made some pancakes, but few people ate out at home, and later everyone brought their own food from down the mountain, so the pancakes were quickly gone.

In those days, anything that could be exported to earn foreign exchange was absolutely valuable.

After such a long day, I was so tired that I just wanted to eat and go straight to bed.

If you're in a hurry to make pancakes, use the last bit of batter to make some pancake boxes, so you can have something new to eat.

However, people in various places generally dislike that kind of wild vegetable, which is said to have anti-cancer and anti-aging effects, and call it a mountain delicacy.

Despite his verbal complaints, his hands stopped moving and he slowly scraped the batter under the griddle with a scraper.

"Oh, I understand," Sheng Xiping and Sheng Xikang quickly replied.

The vehicles would take people to the end of the work area in the morning, and then wait at the foot of the mountain. In the evening, they would bring the people who were collecting hair back.

You envy Sheng Xi'an for being able to do manual labor, but for children in those days, collective honor was more important than anything else. It was a pity that he could participate in collective labor.

For example, in Houchuan Forest Farm, Wang Jiachuan and Zheng Xianyong, along with a few other quick-thinking leaders, arranged for internal combustion engines to pull seven-section wagons and carriages to transport people down the mountain to collect wild yak hair in order to help the workers and the masses achieve that income.

"The rest of you should go to sleep right after you finish eating. Don't be like Sheng Xi'an, who falls asleep in the car."

Zhang Shuzhen thought that was a good idea. The peak season for making ox hair cloth was coming up, and you would have time to carefully prepare meals while you were busy making ox hair cloth.

That stuff tastes very bitter, even after being scalded with boiling water and soaked, it still doesn't taste bitter.

The spring reforestation campaign lasted for seven days. Seven days ago, the forest areas that were logged last year were replanted with saplings, and the afforestation was temporarily completed.

So in that environment, Yi Xintao felt that since his studies had already started, he might as well just relax.

"It seems like they made pancakes too, maybe even pancake boxes as well." Sheng Yunfang sniffed, smelling the uniquely fresh and spicy aroma of chives.

From noon to evening, exhausted and hungry, they trudged through the deep and shallow woods, carrying bags full of cowhide tubes on their backs as they walked back.

Ren and Niu Maoguang rode in an eight-wheeled railway car to go home.

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