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

"I'm exhausted, my legs are about to fall off."

After walking for nearly three hours, Yang Lin finally arrived in the town.

The journey of more than ten kilometers left him exhausted.

Not far from the town, Yang Lin put his basket on the ground and sat down to rest, sweat pouring down his body.

Whether in his past life or this one, the journey Yang Lin is on today is the longest he has ever traveled.

"Once I sell this basket of mushrooms, I'm going to buy a car no matter what."

After resting for a while, Yang Lin wiped the sweat off his body, picked up his basket, and walked into the town.

This is because Yang Lin deliberately exposed some chicken coops in the mountains so that villagers coming into the mountains would have the opportunity to encounter them.

Every few days, people would come to town carrying mushrooms to sell.

The town's residents have developed immunity to the mushrooms, especially the termite mushroom.

So, when Yang Lin carried a basket full of mushrooms and paraded through the streets...

The townspeople and passersby were somewhat surprised, thinking that the boy had picked a little too many mushrooms.

I don't find it particularly strange.

After all, they had already encountered quite a few people carrying matsutake mushrooms in the town over the past few days.

Some well-off people who were interested in termite mushrooms soon came to Yang Lin and asked him about the price.

They offered a price of around 100 to 200 yuan per kilogram.

Yang Lin was not very satisfied with the price.

In his opinion, even though it was already May, wild mushrooms in nature were beginning to appear slowly.

However, in terms of the market, the quantity of mycelium is far from sufficient, and the market as a whole is still in a state of scarcity.

At this stage, Yang Lin does not plan to produce too many mushrooms at once.

Therefore, the mushrooms he has can still command a premium.

After politely declining the price offered by a passerby, Yang Lin arrived at the Yingbin Hotel with practiced ease.

The restaurant's business seems to be much better than when he last came to sell mushrooms.

Yang Lin glanced around casually from the doorway and immediately noticed how popular the restaurant was.

With his basket on his back, Yang Lin strode into the Yingbin Hotel.

The restaurant is about the size of a small hotel, and it can almost be said to be the face of the catering industry in Hongyan Town.

The woman at the front desk was taller than most men and didn't look like a local.

Seeing that Yang Lin's clothes were simple and rustic, and that he was covered in mud, the receptionist frowned and gave him a look of disgust.

However, the tall receptionist quickly concealed her emotions.

He gave Yang Lin a stiff, professional smile.

"Welcome! How many of you are there?"

"Excuse me, is Mr. Huang here? I have some matsutake mushrooms here. I wonder if you still accept them?" Yang Lin asked.

Upon hearing that Yang Lin wasn't there for a meal, the receptionist's smile vanished, and she then noticed that the basket Yang Lin was carrying was filled to the brim with termite mushrooms.

"There are so many, are they all down there?"

Upon seeing this, the woman at the front desk changed her expression again and immediately became respectful.

As an employee, she was well aware that their restaurant's business in town had always been lukewarm, barely managing to stay afloat.

A while ago, my boss bought two pounds of matsutake mushrooms from somewhere and showed them off everywhere on his WeChat Moments, posting "GG" everywhere.

By using scarcity marketing, they attracted a large number of diners, and their business suddenly became booming.

Many gourmets from the county even drive all the way to the town just to taste the chicken mushroom that no other restaurant has.

In order to maintain this hard-won booming business, their boss has been actively buying up termite mushrooms.

However, even though people from the mountains came to the town one after another to sell matsutake mushrooms.

The number of mushrooms is also very small.

It simply cannot meet the restaurant's needs.

The seemingly ordinary-looking boy in front of me suddenly produced so many mushrooms.

She dared not be careless at all.

If she gets kicked out by accident, she'll be in big trouble when the boss finds out.

"Collect it, collect it, collect it!"

Taking a deep breath, the receptionist nodded like a chick pecking at rice.

"Please have a seat, sir. Our boss has gone out to collect mushrooms. Please wait a moment while I make you some tea."

Yang Lin wasn't in a hurry. He lay down on the chair to rest and slowly sipped his tea.

"This is local Pu'er tea, quite authentic, good tea," Yang Lin said casually to the receptionist while sipping his tea.

Yang Lin didn't really know much about tea, but he noticed the packaging on the tea leaves.

The variety and origin shown on it are exactly the Pu'er tea from their Zixu City.

I remember seeing this kind of packaged tea in a supermarket when I was working in Liang Province in my early years.

A pound of tea can cost several thousand yuan.

"I didn't expect you to know so much about tea, sir." The receptionist greeted Yang Lin carefully and continued the conversation.

"I remember this tea was pretty high-end, wasn't it?" Yang Lin asked curiously.

"Indeed, this tea is a landmark product of Zixu City. It was quite expensive a few years ago, but the price has dropped significantly recently, making it affordable for us," the woman said.

As the two were talking, a car suddenly stopped in front of the restaurant.

It was Mr. Huang, the restaurant owner, who rushed back upon hearing the news.

"Oh, so it's this young man."

Upon seeing Yang Lin, the restaurant owner immediately broke into a smile.

He naturally had a strong impression of the boy who first sold him the termite mushrooms.

"I wonder how many mushrooms you have on your hands, young man?" the restaurant owner asked, getting straight to the point.

"Right here," Yang Lin said, pointing to the basket beside him. "It's full of mushrooms. I wonder how many Boss Huang wants."

Just like the woman at the front desk, the restaurant owner was immediately surprised when he saw that Yang Lin's basket was densely packed with what appeared to be entirely termite mushrooms.

"Young man, is this all termite mushrooms?" the shopkeeper asked suspiciously.

"Yes, they're all termite mushrooms," Yang Lin nodded.

"Where did you get so many?" the boss asked in surprise.

"I picked them with my friends. Mushrooms have started growing on the mountain recently, and they wanted to hurry up and try their luck on the mountain, so they gathered them together and asked me to take them out to sell."

"As for where we met, boss, don't ask. Let's leave a way for us villagers to make money," Yang Lin said calmly.

Upon hearing Yang Lin's explanation, the restaurant owner laughed and quickly added his own explanation.

"Don't worry, young man, I didn't mean that."

Although he wasn't a mushroom picker, the owner knew that when harvesting termite mushrooms, as long as you didn't dig too deep and didn't damage the mycelium at the bottom, you could succeed.

The fungus may then continue to grow in the same spot.

Many mountain hunters will silently note the location when they encounter termite mushrooms, calling it "termite nest." Every year when the season and weather arrive, they will go to termite nests to take a look.

If you're lucky, you can harvest termite mushrooms.

Therefore, for many mountain hunters, the location where termite mushrooms appear is related to their livelihood, and they will not easily tell others.

If you know enough Termitomyces albuminosus burrows, it's not impossible to find a large number of mushrooms at once.

With that in mind, the restaurant owner stopped asking questions and immediately started negotiating prices with Yang Lin.