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

"Truly... his life has been full of twists and turns."

After recounting his own and the original owner's experiences in their two lifetimes, Yang Lin couldn't help but sigh.

Only those who have died truly understand the preciousness of life.

In a sense, Yang Lin has already died twice.

In both of these near-death moments, both Yang Lins were filled with deep regret.

I regret my life; how did it end up like this?

If he could do it all over again, he definitely wouldn't have made that choice.

Therefore, Yang Lin now has a very clear understanding.

Neither the chaotic life he led on Earth in his past life nor the miserable life he is living in this one is what he wants.

"Whatever, I guess I'll just have to accept my fate."

"Given a second chance at life, I'm determined to make something of myself."

After sorting through the original owner's memories, Yang Lin gritted his teeth, his gaze immediately becoming resolute.

As the old saying goes, since you're here, make the best of it.

Since such a miraculous thing as time travel has already happened to him...

So what other options does he have besides accepting the status quo?

After all, we can't go back to Earth from our past lives.

Taking a deep breath, Yang Lin raised his arm and looked at the back of his left hand.

"So this guy also traveled through time with me?" Yang Lin thought to himself.

That grayish-white mushroom, resembling a termite mushroom, stood upright on the back of my left wrist joint.

If he remembered correctly, before he transmigrated, the original owner had already slashed his left wrist several times with a kitchen knife.

It left a series of wounds.

But now, Yang Lin didn't see any wounds.

Apart from bearing the weight of a mushroom, my wrist didn't feel any pain or discomfort.

Turning the hand over, the potentially fatal wound on the wrist artery also disappeared.

Instead, clumps of white, fluffy material drew a white circle on his wrist.

The white circle marks the original location of the wound.

The termite mushroom stood upside down on the back of my hand and didn't fall off.

Upon closer inspection, the white ring around the wrist and the termite mushroom growing on the back of the hand are closely connected.

This ring of white, fluffy material is actually the mycelium of the termite mushroom.

Mycelium is the main body of a mushroom.

The mushrooms that most people imagine, growing in clusters, are actually the fruiting bodies that grow from their mycelium.

Just like fruit growing on a tree, if the mycelium is the tree, then the mushroom is the fruit of that tree.

When you see a mushroom on the ground, the mycelial network underground has already spread to an unknown extent.

Thinking of this, Yang Lin suddenly shivered.

A mushroom grew on his body. Does that mean...?

His entire body had already been infected by mycelium?

After plucking the mushrooms off the back of his hand, Yang Lin hurriedly checked his condition.

Yang Lin had a strange feeling about it.

His body is not infected by mycelium, but he can produce mycelium, specifically the mycelium of Termitomyces albuminosus, if needed.

Then, using the mycelium, the corresponding mushrooms are produced.

It sounds absurd, like a fantasy.

With Yang Lin's limited knowledge, he was completely unable to explain the reason behind it.

However, the thought that something even more bizarre, like time travel, had already happened to him, made him feel uneasy.

It's not surprising that it will grow mycelium and mushrooms.

Yang Lin shook his head, deciding not to dwell on the issue.

He only cares about one thing now: how to use his abilities.

Yang Lin focused his mind, carefully sensing the connection between himself and the mycelium within his body.

As expected, with Yang Lin's mental support, the tiny white mycelium around his left wrist began to grow at a visible rate.

It started as a circle the thickness of a little finger, and then became as thick as a thumb.

Before long, a layer of white mycelium had spread across Yang Lin's entire palm.

As the mycelium continued to grow, tiny clusters of termite mushrooms began to sprout on his palm.

Termitomyces albuminosus: Kingdom Fungi - Phylum Basidiomycota - Subphylum Agaricales - Class Agaricales - Order Agaricales - Family Tricholomataceae - Genus Termitomyces.

By focusing his mind on the mycelium on his palm, the biological information associated with the mycelium immediately appeared in Yang Lin's mind.

"It really is a termite mushroom."

Only after obtaining information about the mycelium did Yang Lin dare to confirm it.

I don't know if it was the field of termite mushrooms I encountered in my past life that traveled through time with me.

Glug glug... glug glug.

Just as the termite mushrooms were growing wildly, Yang Lin's stomach suddenly growled, and a strong feeling of hunger suddenly struck him.

Yang Lin also suddenly felt tired and exhausted.

It turns out that both producing mycelium and growing mushrooms from mycelium require energy.

Mushrooms in nature absorb moisture and organic matter from the soil as nutrients to provide the substances they need for growth.

The mycelium that Yang Lin created out of thin air has no contact with nature, and the nutrients and resources needed for its growth can only be provided by Yang Lin.

Some of the nutrients in Yang Lin's body were removed.

This caused Yang Lin to suddenly become very, very hungry.

"Stop for now, keep making termite mushrooms, they'll drain me dry."

Understanding the key point, Yang Lin immediately stopped the mycelium's metabolism, preventing the mushroom from continuing to grow.

Remove all the termite mushrooms from your hands and slowly peel off the mycelium.

Yang Lin then found an old flowerpot and carefully buried the mycelium in it.

I sprinkled some water to keep the soil moist.

Yang Lin can sense it through some kind of connection between himself and the mycelium.

The mycelium of this termite mushroom remains active even after it is separated from its own body.

Furthermore, they can behave like other mycelia in nature.

In a suitable environment, they can grow and reproduce on their own.

This discovery immediately relieved Yang Lin.

As long as the mycelium is protected, you won't have to keep drawing nutrients from it when you want mushrooms in the future.

Glug, glug.

An unprecedented hunger struck, and Yang Lin hurriedly rummaged through his home and found half a bag of old rice.

I cooked a pot of porridge in a battle-damaged rice cooker, and ate it whole with some pickled cabbage I made for the Lunar New Year and some newly grown matsutake mushrooms.

And I must say, these freshly picked mushrooms are just so fresh.

It was fresher than any of the matsutake mushrooms Yang Lin had ever eaten in his previous life.

After finishing his meal, Yang Lin felt sleepy and went back to his room to fall into a deep sleep.

I slept very soundly and peacefully.

I slept straight until nine o'clock the next morning.

That morning, before Yang Lin could wake up naturally, a series of urgent knocks on the door disturbed his sweet dreams.

Bang bang bang...bang bang bang.

The knocking was loud and noisy.

At the same time, a burly man shouted impatiently outside Yanglin Gate, his face full of annoyance.

"Kobayashi, open the door!"

"I know you're home!"

"Don't hide inside and refuse to come out."

"You've been delaying the vacating of my place for so long, you're getting yours today, no matter what!"