On the way home from school, Liu Qingshan met Da Tou, who was also carrying a bench to send his two sisters to school.

After waiting for a few minutes, Datou quickly ran back and pulled Liu Qingshan with a smile: "Let's go pick fungus with me!"

"Go into the mountains, aren't you afraid of rain?"

Liu Qingshan raised his head and looked at the undulating mountains in the distance, shrouded in mist and rain.

The villagers call that mountain Doubao Mountain.

"What kind of mountain are you going to? Fungus grows in my garden."

As Da Tou said this, he dragged Liu Qingshan away, making the latter confused: It is a bit of a joke to say that there are eggplants, peppers and the like in the garden, but fungus growing there, right?

When they entered Captain Zhang's garden, they realized it was no joke. Liu Qingshan actually saw fungus.

Didn't every family have a greenhouse? On those vertical pillars, there were layers of black and gray fungus, layer upon layer, crystal clear, which made people curious to see them.

So that’s it!

Liu Qingshan understood a little bit. These wooden piles were cut down from the mountains, and they contained the mycelium of the fungus. Now that the temperature and humidity are suitable, of course the fungus will grow.

So what are you looking for? Pick the mountain products delivered to your doorstep!

The two brothers were carrying small baskets and breaking the fungus up and down. This is a delicate job, so handle it with care, otherwise it will break.

When I hold the fungus in my hand, it feels trembling and heavy, giving me a sense of accomplishment.

Put it under your nose and smell it. It has a strong fungus aroma. It is definitely a good variety.

Think about it, the fungus grown like this is basically the same as the wild fungus picked in the mountains.

Liu Qingshan looked at the wooden stake on which the fungus grew. It was made of oak wood. No wonder the quality of the fungus is so good.

Even though they are all fungus, they are also divided into three, six or nine grades. The top quality is the wild fungus in the mountains. Among the wild fungus, the fungus grown on oak is the top grade, followed by birch and the remaining miscellaneous trees.

As for artificially cultivated ones, I can only guess.

Of course, among the artificially cultivated fungus, there is a high-end product that is basically close to wild fungus.

That is a method similar to the one we have now, which directly uses fungus segments for cultivation. However, it is necessary to drill some holes in the wood and then artificially add mycelium.

While picking, Liu Qingshan pondered: Maybe after next spring, when there are no more vegetables to grow in the greenhouse, he could try cultivating fungus segments.

If it can be done, mushrooms and other things can be cultivated in the future, forming a big industry...

He was just thinking about it when he heard a squeaking sound coming from beside him. He turned his head and saw that the big head was holding a piece of plump ear and was stuffing it into his mouth.

"Don't eat too much fresh fungus, or you may get poisoned!"

Liu Qingshan shouted quickly, this is no joke, fresh fungus must be blanched in water, or dried in the sun before the water can be eaten.

Big head shook his head: "It's okay, I'm really happy to taste one piece. This fungus is really good, crispy and smooth, and the fragrance is strong."

After what he said, Liu Qingshan became a little greedy. There would be no adverse reactions if he ate a little fresh fungus, so he pinched a piece and put it in his mouth.

This is the real mountain treasure!

It seems as if the essence of the entire mountain forest is gathered in the mouth. Whether it is taste or texture, it is the best choice.

A dozen wooden stakes were used to harvest two small baskets of fresh fungus, and then Datou became worried: "Sanfeng'er, it's not sunny today, can't we get some sunshine?"

If the picked fungus is not dried in time, it will go bad after a day or two. There is no serious drying equipment at this time, so the output of mountain products is very limited.

Liu Qingshan thought about it and said: "Then we can only put it on the kang to dry. It can't be wasted after all."

Thinking about the continuous rain these days, the mushrooms and fungus in the mountains are probably growing like crazy. Should we organize everyone to go to the mountains to pick some?

If you want to eat it at home, you can just pick some when you go to the mountain in the future.

However, Liu Qingshan wants to collect in large quantities and then sell them centrally. The biggest problem is: there is no good sales channel.

Although the buying station also collects mountain products, the price is too low, so it is just a hard-earned money.

The fake Hong Kong businessman last time provided a good project, but it was a fake.

Channels, channels, channels are king.

Liu Qingshan was not sure in his heart. If he went up the mountain with all his troops and the things he worked so hard to get back in the end were worthless, he would be sorry for everyone.

When he got home, he lifted up the kang mat and put a layer of newspaper on the kang surface, just to put the fungus on it.

Set aside a part of it, blanch it thoroughly, add some cabbage at noon, stir-fry and eat it, it’s very fragrant!

When school was over at noon, the fourth and fifth children came back cheerfully, talking with their little mouths about how beautiful Teacher Yang’s writing was, how beautiful Teacher Yang’s singing was, Teacher Yang...

By the way, I’ll also send some fungus to Grandpa and Yang Hongying to try.

Liu Qingshan took a plate of blanched fungus and went to his grandfather's house.

As soon as they went out, they saw Si Huzi and Er Mangzi, one supporting Yang Hongying on the left and the other on the right, slowly walking back. Liu Qingshan said hello: "Teacher Yang, thank you for your hard work!"

It was indeed a bit hard for Yang Hongying. After all, she was the only teacher in the school and it was a duplex class. She had been in the classroom all morning without rest.

The so-called duplex class was also a characteristic product at that time, which was to bring children of different grades together in one classroom and be taught by one teacher.

For example: first teach the new lesson to the lower grade students, then ask them to write exercises, and then teach the middle grade children again, and the two groups take turns.

She was a little tired, but Yang Hongying was in a good mood. Days like this made her feel extremely fulfilled.

"What a beautiful fungus. Are they wild? They are very expensive where we are."

Yang Hongying saw the plate in Liu Qingshan's hand, blinked and said.

"The fungus is a hairy thing. Your foot is injured and you can't eat it. I gave it to my grandparents."

Liu Qingshan said seriously, but his heart couldn't help but move: Yes, Teacher Yang is from a big city. I wonder if there are any channels?

"You go back, Zhang Chang, Zhang He, thank you."

Yang Hongying sent Si Huzi and Er Mangzi back, and Liu Qingshan also knew the sizes of these two little guys for the first time.

The little kid happily ran away, and Yang Hongying glanced at Liu Qingshan: "Sanfeng'er, you are retaliating, you blame me for driving you out of the classroom this morning, aren't you, Sanfeng'er..."

This girl must have done it on purpose. How could she make such a long sound when asking someone to do so?

Liu Qingshan shook his head secretly. It is difficult to deceive this woman when she is older. A little girl like Zheng Xiaoxiao is easier to deceive.

He stepped forward and helped Yang Hongying into the house. Grandma was cooking beside the pot. She took the plate from Liu Qingshan's hand with a smile and said hello to Yang Hongying:

"Hongying, you're tired. Come in and rest your legs. We'll have dinner soon."

"Grandma, I'm not tired."

Yang Hongying's tone was a bit coquettish, and she glanced at Liu Qingshan provocatively.

Liu Qingshan also cooperated and couldn't help but mutter: "Who is the kisser?"

Grandma laughed happily and asked them to come into the house. There were more furnishings in the house, and it seemed that they all belonged to Yang Hongying.

Liu Qingshan helped put the kang table on the table, took a porcelain wine pot, and boiled a glass of wine for his grandfather.

It's rainy and cool, so it's better to warm up the liquor.

While he was busy, he chatted with Yang Hongying: "Teacher Yang, will these fungus mushrooms be easy to sell if shipped to the capital?"

"They are all good things, but you may not be able to buy them if you have money."

Yang Hongying was not idle either, limping along and helping to pick up bowls and chopsticks.

"Teacher Yang, leave it there and call San Feng'er."

Grandpa Liu Shikui has spoken. He likes this girl from the bottom of his heart. Maybe it’s because his son also used to work in this industry?

Liu Qingshan spread his hands towards Yang Hongying: "How do I feel that my status is declining?"

Yang Hongying pursed her lips and smiled. Here, she really felt like the warmth of home.

Liu Shikui continued: "This mushroom and fungus are not considered a good thing here, but it is different in big cities."

"Let me tell you, people are the same way. As long as they are needed, they will naturally treat you as a treasure."

The old man's words obviously meant something, so Yang Hongying stopped laughing and sat on the edge of the Kang, thinking quietly about something.

"It's time to eat, Sanfeng'er, you can eat here at noon."

Grandma came into the house carrying vegetables, and Liu Qingshan was also going to discuss with Yang Hongying the issue of channels for mountain goods, so he stayed.

Lunch is very simple, stewed beans, evaporated cake on top, cornmeal mixed with some white flour, it tastes sweet in your mouth.

There was also a plate of stir-fried black fungus with Chinese cabbage. The color combination was very bright. Yang Hongying didn't say anything, but she ate the fungus with it.

She was struggling in her heart now: if she was looking for connections, then selling fungus or something would definitely not be a problem.

But the consequence of doing this is that her family will definitely follow the clues and find this place, which is not what she wants.

Of course Liu Qingshan could tell that Yang Hongying was worried, so he didn't mention it. In his plan, it was best to sell these mountain products to Hong Kong Island. If they could be exported, that would be even better.

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When Yang Hongying put down her chopsticks, she finally made up her mind: Since she came to this poor mountain village, she is a member of this poor mountain village and has the responsibility and obligation to help change the poor and backward life here.

She raised her eyes and stared at Liu Qingshan with bright eyes: "Xiao Shanzi, I used to know a friend from an island country. In their country, they like to eat wild vegetables and fungi. When I have a rest day, I will go to the commune to make a call and see if I can

Can't contact her."

This is the best way Yang Hongying can think of, which will not disturb the family and can also do something for the folks in Jiapigou.

"Okay, I will carry you there on Sunday!"

Liu Qingshan was a little excited. He knew that the past few years had been the honeymoon period of diplomatic relations between the two countries, and economic and trade exchanges were very frequent.

And what Yang Hongying said is right. Islanders have a morbid preference for wild vegetables and fungi.

"Sanfeng'er, I'm afraid of your bicycle."

After Yang Hongying finished talking about the business, she immediately changed her title and began to draw her voice again.
Chapter completed!