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

Shake, shake, shake...

In the silent forest, a figure suddenly appeared, heavy footsteps crushing the dry branches on the ground with a series of crisp sounds.

The man who came was named Wang Lu, a villager from Qingshan Village, and was about forty years old.

He carried a bamboo basket on his back and held a sickle in his hand to clear the way.

Like many others in the village who went into the mountains early, Wang Lu heard the news that termite mushrooms had appeared in the mountains and that the town's boss was willing to pay a high price to buy them, which made him decide to go for it.

I couldn't resist exploring the mountains.

However, whether it was bad luck or not, Wang Lu searched in the mountains for several days in a row, but he couldn't find any precious mushrooms, such as termite mushrooms.

He didn't even see a single edible mushroom.

The series of failures had begun to shake Wang Lu's resolve.

He is an old man in the village and knows the climate and changes in the mountains and forests, as well as the growth time of mushrooms.

Logically speaking, going up the mountain to look for mushrooms at this time is indeed a bit early.

"That kid Yang Lin, could he be lying to us?"

"At a time like this, where would he find any termite mushrooms in the mountains? He probably stole them from somewhere else and is lying to us, deliberately saying he found them in the mountains, right?"

With this suspicion in mind, Wang Lu was already getting impatient.

Feeling that there was no point in exploring the mountains, continuing to venture into the forests was just asking for trouble.

"Forget it, let's stop looking and go home!"

Losing patience, Wang Lu didn't even want to take the detour back.

Relying on the sickle he had to clear a path, he chose the shortest route and went straight down the mountain.

Small ridges are easy to jump over, big ridges are slippery, and when encountering bushes and grass blocking the way, use a sickle to cut them away.

Splash... splash.

Wang Lu used a bamboo basket as a cushion to slide down a slope, rolled several times on the ground, and accidentally stumbled into the nest of matsutake mushrooms that Yang Lin had planted on this hilltop.

With his face pressed against the ground, Wang Lu could vaguely see that a head seemed to be emerging from the soil under the pile of fallen leaves not far away.

As a seasoned mountain dweller, Wang Lu knew very well that there must be a reason for the mud sticking out.

Wang Lu got up and approached, holding a sickle, and used the back of the sickle to carefully brush away the fallen leaves on the ground.

Soon, a termite mushroom, about the size of a palm and almost fully open, appeared before Wang Lu's eyes.

"Wow!"

"There really are termite mushrooms!"

Wang Lu was overjoyed at the sight, and his doubts about Yang Lin's ability to find termite mushrooms in the mountains instantly vanished.

Instead, there was endless excitement and fervor.

As if injected with adrenaline, it frantically swept away the fallen leaves around it.

One, two, three.

After sweeping away a large patch of fallen leaves, Wang Lu discovered three termite mushrooms.

Although there were only three flowers, it was enough to make Wang Lu ecstatic.

These three termite mushrooms are quite large, weighing about half a pound each.

The town's shopkeepers haven't encountered any other vendors selling matsutake mushrooms, and the price hasn't come down yet.

This half-pound of matsutake mushrooms costs over two hundred yuan.

It is almost comparable to the annual output of half an acre of land.

Worried that the mushrooms would shrink and lose weight after being picked, Wang Lu quickly returned home, rode his 125cc motorcycle, and sold the fresh mushrooms.

……

"Have you heard? Wang Lu also found some termite mushrooms in the mountains today when he went in."

Upon seeing Wang Lu wrap mushrooms in leaves and straw and ride his 125 out of the village, the intelligence station at the village entrance quickly sprang into action.

The news of Wang Lu finding the mushrooms spread throughout the village.

Many villagers who returned from the mountains empty-handed and began to doubt Yang Lin immediately perked up after hearing about Wang Lu.

The next day, many villagers finished their farm work ahead of schedule and then continued up the mountain.

Yang Lin took his tools, mingled with the crowd, and followed them up the mountain.

Silently observe which direction has the most people, and then secretly control the mushroom burrows in that direction to make a few mushrooms grow.

Only after finishing the mushroom arrangement did Yang Lin slowly disappear from the villagers' sight and continue his mushroom-burying project.

On this day, the villagers discovered two chicken coops that Yang Lin had prepared.

One of the dens was discovered by four people together.

Unfortunately, there were only two termite mushrooms in that nest. Two people who arrived late could only watch helplessly as others picked the termite mushrooms right in front of them.

On the third day, Yang Lin used the same trick again, making more people discover termite mushrooms.

The six chicken nests he exposed have all been discovered by the villagers.

And this happened when there were many people around and it was lively, and they hadn't yet separated to act.

I saw the mushrooms appear in front of me with my own eyes.

The villagers of Qingshan Village no longer doubted that the termite mushrooms in the mountains had appeared earlier than in previous years.

The combined gains from these discoveries have far surpassed Yang Lin's initial gains.

It's just that because there are so many of them, the average income per person is very low.

At this moment, the villagers only felt that Yang Lin was able to pick so many mushrooms simply because they were used to going into the mountains later, so there was no one to compete with Yang Lin, allowing him to pick the best ones.

Sure enough, once they entered the mountains, Yang Lin hadn't found a single flower in the past few days.

……

Before they knew it, it was already May. Yang Lin diligently went into the mountains every day and had buried nearly a hundred chicken nests of all sizes in the mountains.

There can be several nests on a single hilltop.

In addition to increasing the quantity and scale of mycelium, Yang Lin controls the mycelium every day, allowing one or two mushrooms to sprout for those who are destined to find them.

Yang Lin was no longer the focus of discussion at the village's intelligence center.

"The money is almost gone, it's about time."

Halfway up the mountain, in a small courtyard house, Yang Lin looked at the mere two hundred yuan balance left in his account and quickly made a decision.

Because he had the means to cover the costs, Yang Lin did not deliberately try to save money.

They had to rent a place, buy daily necessities and tools, and ensure their food supply.

That savings of less than three thousand was almost gone.

It's time to take action and make some more money.

As usual, Yang Lin took his tools into the mountains and then slowly disappeared from everyone else's sight.

We went to a secluded spot nearby where no one was around.

This mushroom burrow had been exposed before, and someone had picked two mushrooms there.

Perhaps because the mushrooms had been picked, the villagers believed that no more mushrooms would appear in this place in the short term, so they stopped checking on it.

This gave Yang Lin the perfect opportunity to demonstrate his abilities.

Under Yang Lin's covert control, the mycelium underground began to become active, and mushrooms began to emerge one after another.

"Uh...it seems like a bit too much."

Even after the small basket on my back was filled with mushrooms, there were still dozens of unpicked mushrooms on the ground where the termite mushroom nest was located.

"Well, we've already gained quite a lot this time."

"These few dozen flowers are left for other lucky people, so as not to attract too much attention."

Carrying a basket of mushrooms on his back, Yang Lin looked for a way down the mountain.

To avoid disturbing the villagers, Yang Lin, who did not own a car, followed the mycelium trails and walked to the town.