Returning to the mountain village, starting with mushroom picking to get rich

After seeing Zhao Dahai and Wang Xiaoshan off, and watching the long-distance bus full of migrant workers gradually disappear at the end of the road, Yang Lin returned to Qingshan Village alone.

Approaching the village entrance, Yang Lin embarked on a small path far from the village settlement, and slowly made his way to Grandma Wang's courtyard.

The courtyard isn't large, but it's more than enough for one person.

The courtyard is surrounded by mountains and forests, and nearby there are several old trees with gnarled roots, providing dense shade.

Even when the sun is shining brightly, there are always shady spots in the yard.

On both sides, vegetable plots of fifty or sixty square meters each have been cultivated, and many tender vegetable seedlings are growing on the ground.

These must have been seeds planted by Grandma Wang in her spare time.

Although the houses in the courtyard were somewhat old, they were kept clean and tidy.

The only downside is that this location has a lot of mosquitoes and is far from people.

However, Yang Lin did not care about these issues.

……

Several days have passed since Yang Lin last found termite mushrooms in the mountains.

The fact that he made money selling mushrooms in town was naturally not kept secret from the village's intelligence center.

The mushrooms, priced at over 800 yuan per kilogram, caused quite a stir in the village.

It stirred up the restless hearts of many people.

In order to avoid attracting too much attention, Yang Lin has been going to the mountains whenever he has free time, but he hasn't been in a hurry to use his ability to make mushrooms to earn money.

After all, as one of the village's intelligence and gossip operatives, Yang Lin was under the watchful eyes of many.

Encountering mushrooms a month or two earlier than in previous years can be explained by luck.

If you keep encountering early-maturing mushrooms one after another, it's hard not to arouse suspicion.

Therefore, after Yang Lin entered the mountains, he secretly cultivated mycelium and then sowed the soil mixed with mycelium in a wider area of ​​the forest.

Then, looking dejected and as if he had gained nothing, he emerged from the mountains.

After several days of effort, he had buried twelve secret nests of matsutake mushrooms in the mountains.

Each chicken nest is approximately fifty square meters in size.

The mycelium buried inside has all entered a low-energy semi-dormant state.

Once a heavy rain soaks the ground and wild mushrooms begin to sprout in the mountains and forests, that's when Yanglin will begin large-scale mushroom production.

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"What is Kobayashi digging for?"

One day, just as Yang Lin was planting mycelium, preparing to create the thirteenth chicken-of-the-woods nest, a familiar shout suddenly came from the dense forest.

Following the sound, Yang Lin quickly spotted a familiar figure.

That person was Zhao Dahai's mother. She lived not far from Yang Lin, separated from Yang Lin only by a narrow valley and a stream at the bottom of the valley.

"Oh, it's Auntie. Auntie has come to the mountains too." Yang Lin felt a little guilty and immediately responded.

To be honest, a thousand yuan is no small sum in the village. The villagers were very excited when they learned that the town's boss was willing to buy the termite mushrooms at a high price.

Most people feel that they have experience going into the mountains.

If Yang Lin, an orphan who often works away from home, can find termite mushrooms, there's no reason why they, who have lived in the village for a long time, shouldn't be able to find them.

Therefore, many people have started going into the mountains, some time earlier than in previous years.

It was still a bit early for the season, and the villagers, full of anticipation, could only find some worthless mushrooms in the mountains, and the quantity of mushrooms was also very limited.

Even so, with Yang Lin as a vivid example standing here, the villagers' enthusiasm remained almost undiminished.

This was the first time Yang Lin had encountered villagers in the mountains.

Fortunately, Yang Lin was cautious enough not to harvest any more mushrooms.

This did not arouse further suspicion among the villagers.

"Xiao Lin, what are you digging for? Have you found anything good?" From the other side of the valley, Aunt Zhao heard Yang Lin's reply and continued to call out curiously across the stream.

The situation in the mountains is complicated. Only by greeting people and exchanging a few words when you meet them can you feel at ease.

"No, I had bad luck today and didn't find anything. Did you find anything, Auntie?" Yang Lin replied loudly.

"Oh, it's nothing, just a few rotten mushrooms..."

After a brief exchange, Aunt Zhao decided to try her luck elsewhere and turned to enter the distant mountains and forests.

Seeing Aunt Zhao leave, Yang Lin quickly picked up his hoe again and, following his sense of the mycelium, dug out the mycelium that had just been buried underground, bit by bit.

The reason is simple: someone has already spotted this spot.

He brought a hoe up the mountain, perhaps to look for wild medicinal herbs.

But if a large number of termite mushrooms suddenly grow in the area he dug up, people might suspect him.

Therefore, this hideout had to be temporarily abandoned, and he needed to find a new place.

At the same time, Yang Lin was also thinking.

Even though most of the able-bodied men in the village have gone out to work, the remaining people are not fools.

With so many people, after entering the mountains so far, they have only been able to find a small number of miscellaneous fungi.

But when Yang Lin made his move, it was several kilograms of matsutake mushrooms.

That seems somewhat inappropriate.

Since termite mushrooms have appeared in the mountains, there's no reason why he should be the only one to encounter them.

Thinking of this, Yang Lin had a sudden thought and immediately mobilized his energy to sense all the mycelium in the forest.

Twelve bright lights appeared in Yang Lin's mind.

As the number of mycelia increases, Yang Lin's sensitivity to mycelia also increases.

Compared to when he first started, his perception range has improved by several levels.

The distances and locations of the twelve hilltops and twelve chicken-of-the-woods nests were clearly visible to Yang Lin through his perception.

Thanks to the mutual positioning of the mycelia, Yang Lin wouldn't get lost in this mountain forest even with his eyes closed.

"I might as well use six secret bases as dens for wild termite mushrooms, eliminating the uniqueness that only I can find early-maturing termite mushrooms in the village, and reducing others' covetousness towards me," Yang Lin thought to himself.

Having the ability to produce mycelium, termite mushrooms are nothing to him.

In his view, separating out some of the termite mushrooms and reducing his own presence is a viable solution.

Just do it.

Under Yang Lin's control, at the foot of the six hills, in the piles of fallen leaves covered with ants crawling everywhere and filled with the smell of decay, mycelium began to grow wildly.

Fresh termite mushrooms slowly emerge from the soil, pushing aside fallen leaves.

Yang Lin planted dozens of clumps of mycelium as seeds in each of the termite mushroom nests, just like planting vegetables.

Even at full power and at the cost of sacrificing mycelial lifespan, these mycelia are fully capable of covering an area of ​​several tens of square meters.

It wouldn't be a problem for them to grow a 30-50 jin (15-25 kg) termite mushroom.

Of course, since it was meant to be given away, Yang Lin wouldn't exploit the mycelium's potential.

Instead, it allows one cluster of mycelium to germinate temporarily, growing one or two, at most three, termite mushrooms.

In this way, when the right person discovers them and they become the new focus of the village, Yang Lin's presence will be reduced.