The happy little days of the Ye family

When he sent mushrooms and bamboo shoots home at noon, Father Ye went to the traps to check. There was no movement yet and the traps were all in good condition.

When he came back, Father Ye checked again, but there was still no movement.

"Dad, are there any hares?" Seeing Ye's father back, Ye Qingqing stepped forward and asked happily.

"The time is too short. I will definitely catch the hare when I go back at night." Father Ye is still very confident.

There are not as many bamboo shoots in summer as there are in spring. By the evening, all the edible bamboo shoots have been dug up in the bamboo forest.

Fortunately, there were a lot of mushrooms going up the mountain, and Mr. Ye and Father Ye joined the mushroom picking team.

Father Ye first beat the grass and fallen leaves on the ground with a stick to scare the snake away, then pushed the fallen leaves away, picked the mushrooms hidden under the fallen leaves one by one and put them in the basket.

From a distance, Father Ye saw Ye Qingqing squatting on the ground picking mushrooms with a silly smile, and walked over gently with malicious intentions, wanting to tease his daughter.

Halfway there, Father Ye saw a fat rabbit eating grass at Ye Qingqing's feet. Just when he was about to remind Ye Qingqing, his daughter picked up a big backpack and covered the fat rabbit that was eating grass.

Father Ye looked at this scene dumbfounded, his daughter was too powerful. Wouldn't it be embarrassing if his trap failed to catch the rabbit?

"I caught a rabbit again. It's such a fat rabbit. Come on, everyone!" Ye Qingqing pressed her basket on her back and shouted happily.

"My granddaughter is so awesome. I'll make braised rabbit for you tonight." Mrs. Ye's voice had already been heard before she arrived.

Hearing the voices of Ye Qingqing and Mrs. Ye, Ye's father came to his senses and ran over to help Ye Qingqing catch the rabbit out of the basket.

"What a fat rabbit." Mother Ye was also a little greedy when she saw the fat rabbit in Father Ye's hand.

"My granddaughter is so amazing." Mrs. Ye looked at Ye Qingqing lovingly and touched the little fur on Ye Qingqing's head.

Mr. Ye found a few vines with relatively strong toughness, and together with Father Ye, tied up Fatty Rabbit.

"Nai, did you cook this fat rabbit tonight? Half braised in braise, half stewed with potatoes." Ye Qingqing hugged an old lady's arm and acted coquettishly.

"You prodigal granddaughter, do half of it today and the other half tomorrow." Mrs. Ye pinched Ye Qingqing's fleshy little face angrily.

It is impossible to finish such a fat rabbit in one meal. Eating it in two days is already Mrs. Ye's bottom line.

When he returned in the evening, Ye's father went to check the trap again. From a distance, Ye's father saw that the trap had been touched, and he trotted over happily.

Of the two traps, one was still in good condition, and the other had obviously been prey that had fallen into it, but it probably ran away, leaving only two pieces of wild rabbit droppings.

Father Ye felt that he was humiliated.

Mr. Ye, who came along, couldn't help laughing when he saw the wild rabbit droppings at the bottom of the trap.

"Hahahahahaha..."

How happy Mr. Ye is smiling, how dark Father Ye's face is.

Mr. Ye's laughter was not enough. He also told Ye Qingqing and the others about the trap along the way, and specifically mentioned the rabbit droppings at the bottom of the trap.

Ye Qingqing and the others laughed non-stop along the way. Ye's father was thick-skinned and didn't care about being laughed at by them, and vowed that he would definitely catch a rabbit tomorrow.

After unloading the things from the donkey cart, it was still a familiar operation, and Mrs. Ye handed over the large scale used when weighing pigs.

Father Ye had no choice but to become the weigh-in boy again.

"The bamboo fungus is 6 kilograms, the mushrooms are 38 kilograms, and the bamboo shoots are 420 kilograms." Father Ye counted the weights to Mrs. Ye while weighing them.

"Including yesterday's, there are 15 kilograms of bamboo fungus, 74 kilograms of mushrooms, and 870 kilograms of bamboo shoots." These mountain products can be sold for a lot of money after drying. Mrs. Ye closed the account book happily.

During dinner, while eating braised rabbit, Ye Qingqing danced and demonstrated her heroic deeds of catching hare to Ye Donglin and Ye Xilin.

"Eat well and you won't be afraid of choking." Looking at her noisy daughter, Ye's mother was really afraid that she would choke.

Early the next morning, Father Ye arrived at Xiaohoushan early, but there was still no movement from the trap dug yesterday.

Unwilling to give up, Father Ye dug two more big and deep traps nearby, and then specially pulled out some tender grass that rabbits loved to eat and put them on top, and then reluctantly went back.

When Father Ye returned home, he found that making dried bamboo shoots was already in full swing in the yard.

The old lady was responsible for peeling the bamboo shoots, Mr. Ye was responsible for cutting the bamboo shoots into slices, and Ye Qingqing and Ye Mu were boiling water on the side.

Ye's father went to the kitchen to get a kitchen knife and cut the bamboo shoots with Ye's mother. With Father Ye joining in, the process went much faster, and all the bamboo shoots were processed in one day.

In the evening, Father Ye went to Xiaohoushan again. As soon as he walked into the puddle, he saw a pheasant drinking water by the water.

Father Ye remembered that Ye Qingqing covered the rabbit with the basket on his back yesterday, and gently took the big basket behind him in his hand, trying not to make any noise, and approached slowly.

The pheasant who was drinking water immediately wanted to run when he heard the sound behind him, but there was a puddle in front of him and there was no place to run. Then he was covered by Father Ye behind him with a basket on his back.

Father Ye pulled out a few tough vines, tied up the pheasant, and threw it into the basket.

Father Ye hummed a little tune happily and went to check the trap. There was a rabbit in the trap dug on the first day. He probably just fell in. The rabbit was still jumping around lively.

Father Ye jumped into the trap, tied up the rabbit and threw it into the basket behind him.

Father Ye went to check the trap he had just dug this morning. There was a pheasant egg at the bottom of the trap. A pheasant must have fallen in, but it ran away again.

Father Ye picked up the egg and then rearranged the trap.

Father Ye thought that pheasants often came here to drink water, and maybe there would be a pheasant nest nearby. Father Ye found a stick and rummaged through the nearby grass.

Father Ye found a nest of wild eggs in the grass not far away. There were nine eggs in total. Father Ye served them in one pot.

Father Ye found some more pigweed, covered the contents of the basket, and then went home happily.

Father Ye was in high spirits when he returned home. He acted out what he had just caught a pheasant while talking.

This was not enough, so we performed it again for the brothers Ye Donglin and Ye Xilin during dinner in the evening.

The three children who were eating the meat were very happy and kept saying good things as if they were free of charge. It was so beautiful that Father Ye was dizzy.

The three adults who were watching Father Ye's performance couldn't bear to look at this embarrassing thing.

After another three days, the mushrooms and dried bamboo shoots were finally ready. Mrs. Ye couldn't wait to urge Father Ye to weigh herself.

"7.5 kilograms of dried bamboo fungus, 37 kilograms of dried mushrooms, and 310 kilograms of dried bamboo shoots."

"The dry goods this time are much less than last time. We will save the mountain goods this time. Let's go to the county to sell them together next time we collect mountain goods." After saying this, Mrs. Ye directed her son and his wife to move the dry goods into the house. cellar.

In the evening, the Ye family were all eating in the yard, and Mrs. Ye asked her father. "Mr. Ye, we've got all the dry goods at home. When are you going to sell them?"