The two of them ran quickly all the way and soon arrived at the forest.
As soon as the village chief stepped into the woods, his eyes were immediately attracted by the scene before him.
Wow!
Looking up, I saw a large area full of chestnut trees.
These chestnut trees have different shapes. Some are tall and upright, as if they are the guardians of this land.
They stand tall, and a rough estimate is that the height is about 30 meters. The towering branches stretch straight toward the sky, like sharp swords piercing straight into the sky. Such a spectacular sight makes everyone stunned, and their eyes are full of amazement.
Some chestnut trees are relatively short, and their height is just enough for adults to reach the branches with just a stretch of their hands, which is also very interesting.
At this moment, both the tall and short chestnut trees are covered with green thorn balls. The thorn balls are densely packed, and every branch is decorated with them, just like countless little hedgehogs hanging on the tree, which is cute and special.
Everyone was delighted when they saw the tree full of green thorn balls, with uncontrollable smiles on their faces.
For these simple farmers, the chestnut trees mean a good harvest for them today!
Everyone is so happy thinking that they will be able to harvest a lot of chestnuts soon and no longer have to worry about food problems.
The ground was covered with round chestnut thorn balls, like a brown ocean, shining slightly under the sunlight.
The village chief opened his mouth and wanted to say something, but he was so excited that he couldn't speak for a moment. He just stood there blankly, looking at the "treasures" all over the ground, his heart full of joy and relief.
Behind them, other villagers followed one after another.
When everyone saw the ground covered with chestnut thorn balls, they all smiled brightly.
There was surprise, joy and more importantly, gratitude for this unexpected surprise in that smile.
After all, everyone has been worried about food along the way. Seeing the chestnuts all over the ground at this moment is like seeing the dawn of hope.
So, without saying a word, everyone turned around and hurried back to the camp to get tools to pack the chestnuts.
After a while, the villagers returned to the woods happily, some carrying large sacks and some carrying large baskets.
Most of the chestnuts in this forest are ripe and have fallen from the trees to the ground. All you have to do is bend down and carefully take the chestnuts out of the thorny balls.
Maybe because few people come here, the chestnuts are spread out layer upon layer, and the fruits are big and plump, and everyone who picks them is smiling.
While the villagers were busy, they would joke with each other from time to time. Their laughter echoed in the chestnut forest, as if sweeping away all the fatigue from the previous journey.
The women in the village bent over, picking up the fallen chestnuts with sparkling eyes, and chatted lively. The atmosphere seemed to bring them back to the familiar Sujia Village.
"Alas," an older woman straightened up and sighed softly. "If this were in our village, there wouldn't be so many chestnuts for us to pick. Every time the chestnuts are ripe, everyone looks forward to it eagerly, but there are only a few trees, how many chestnuts can fall?"
"Yes, yes," a woman nearby echoed, turning over the fallen leaves in her hands, trying to find chestnuts hidden underneath. "There are only two chestnut trees in the mountains in our village. They are not very strong and they don't produce many fruits.
Every time chestnuts ripen, the nimble and hardworking villagers in the village run to the mountains before dawn, hoping to pick more. But even then, they can only pick up a few pounds to taste. It’s nothing like now, with such a large chestnut forest, it feels like we can’t pick them all.”
As they spoke, everyone couldn't help but smile with emotion and joy, and their hands picked up chestnuts faster and faster.
The children in the village are all famous for their diligence and ability.
When they saw the adults starting to pick chestnuts, without the adults saying a word, the little ones each carried their small baskets and happily joined the lively team picking chestnuts.
Their small figures shuttled through the chestnut forest. They bent down from time to time, carefully picked up the chestnuts with their little hands, and then gently put them into their small baskets.
He looked so serious and focused, as if he was doing something extremely important.
When the children's small baskets are gradually full, they will take the baskets full of thorn balls aside, stack the thorn balls neatly together, and wait for the adults to process them further.
Yao Qingshuang stood aside, watching her own children busy among this group of hardworking children with gentle eyes.
The children's rosy little faces were full of seriousness and excitement, and her eyes were filled with admiration.
I thought to myself: "It's true that children from poor families grow up early. These children have learned to help with housework since they were young. They are so sensible that it makes me feel distressed."
Thinking of this, she couldn't help but think of the children in modern society who live in honey pots.
Compared with the children in Sujia Village, those children are so happy!
Not only do they have no worries about food and clothing, but they also need adults to chase after them and coax and feed them when they eat. They don't have to do any work and just play all day.
It is true that different living environments create different children.
As she thought about it, Yao Qingshuang shook her head slightly and turned her gaze back to the busy children.
With everyone's concerted efforts, everyone bent down and concentrated on the task of picking chestnuts.
I was busy until dusk, and it took me half a day to finally pick up all the chestnuts on the ground.
This process is not easy. Those chestnut thorn balls are covered with sharp thorns, just like little hedgehogs. If you are not careful, your hands will be pricked.
Although the villagers were extremely careful when picking chestnuts, they still got pricked by them.
Some villagers' fingers were full of small holes, and some even had their skin pierced and bleeding, but no one cared about the pain. They only wanted to pick more chestnuts to store enough food for the next journey.
However, when the villagers saw the big sacks filled with plump chestnuts, they immediately showed smiles of joy like a good harvest.
At night, wisps of smoke rose above the camp.
Tonight, everyone’s dinner is all chestnuts!
I saw the stove fire burning brightly and the water in the pot bubbling. It was boiled chestnuts.
The fire next to it was also burning brightly. Rows of chestnuts were roasted on the charcoal fire, and soon they emitted bursts of tempting aroma.
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