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

When Yang Lin slowly woke up, leisurely finished his breakfast, packed his things, and headed to the mountains outside the village, it was already eight o'clock in the morning.

There was no other way; the matsutake mushroom patch near the courtyard had already grown more than ten kilograms of mushrooms.

The nutrients in the soil need time to be replenished and restored, and fungi will not grow in a short time.

He needs to go and harvest other chicken coops.

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The air after the rain is always so fresh.

Especially in the depths of the mountains, far from the hustle and bustle of the city and covered with vegetation, there is a refreshing feeling.

Yang Lin walked unhurriedly along the damp forest path, as if he were on a picnic.

From a great distance, Yang Lin could see figures moving about in the distant mountains and forests.

It's obvious that these are people from the surrounding area who are looking for mushrooms.

The mountains and forests after the rain are certainly the best time for mushrooms to grow, but they are also the most crowded place for people who want to go into the mountains to try their luck and look for mushrooms.

As everyone knows, the more mushrooms there are on the mountain, the more people will be looking for them.

The more people look for mushrooms, the fewer mushrooms there are on the mountain.

Therefore, the more mushrooms there are, the fewer mushrooms there are.

This is a highly competitive window.

Any diligent mountain hunter will rush into the forest first to search for mushrooms along the paths.

It was only because Yang Lin was so confident that he dared to be so leisurely, not only arriving late but also strolling through the woods.

Standing at the foot of the mountain in a place with a wide view, Yang Lin carefully observed the various mountain peaks in the distance and finally spotted a place where there were no people.

So Yang Lin slowly walked towards that deserted spot.

The mountains and forests near Qingshan Village are full of nests of chicken-of-the-woods that he buried.

So no matter which direction he goes, he will encounter his own mycelium.

The only thing to be careful about is making sure that no one can see the mycelial growth when you are controlling it.

Everything else can be attributed to luck.

After all, who can really explain luck?

At first, Yang Lin wanted to rely on his own skills to honestly search for mushrooms in the mountains and forests.

However, after wandering around for more than an hour, killing several leeches, and getting bitten all over by mosquitoes, Yang Lin suddenly realized the reality.

Even after it rains, wild mushrooms are not so easy to find.

Whether in his past life or this one, he was clearly not cut out for this.

"etc!"

"A discovery!"

Just then, the sharp-eyed Yang Lin quickly noticed a noticeable bulge in a pile of fallen leaves ahead.

It's as if something beneath the leaves has arched it up.

Upon seeing this, Yang Lin was overjoyed. This was the first time he had ever truly had a harvest in the mountains and forests.

However, just as Yang Lin was walking quickly towards the pile of fallen leaves, about to reach out and brush aside the leaves to check his harvest, a familiar shout suddenly came from the forest.

"Kobayashi, don't move."

"You trampled the mushrooms."

The sound seemed to be coming from directly in front of him, from the raised part of the pile of fallen leaves.

Yang Lin took a closer look and exclaimed, "Good heavens!"

The mound in front of me wasn't some fallen leaves that had been pushed up; it was clearly an old acquaintance wearing a straw raincoat.

Wang Xiaoshan's father, Wang Youcai.

Because the color of the raincoat was somewhat similar to the pile of fallen leaves, and because of the complex mountain environment, from a distance it seemed to blend into the fallen leaves. Yang Lin did not notice for a moment that this was a person wearing a ghillie suit.

"Uncle Wang, what are you doing lying here?"

Feeling disappointed, Yang Lin was also curious.

"I'm waiting," Wang Youcai said.

"Wait? Wait for what?"

"There's a cluster of termite mushrooms here, they're almost ripe. Step back a few paces, don't trample them."

Upon hearing this, Yang Lin moved his feet back a few steps, still somewhat doubtful.

Wang Youcai slowly got up, walked over with unsteady steps, and cautiously approached.

Reaching out, I gently brushed aside the fallen leaves and soil where Yang Lin had just stepped, revealing several small, flattened mushrooms, each the size of a fingernail.

Yang Lin recognized it as an undeveloped small termite mushroom.

He hadn't introduced mycelium into this place yet, and he didn't sense anything, so these few termite mushrooms were genuinely wild.

Unfortunately, these few newly sprouted termite mushrooms, before they could fully mature, fell victim to Yang Lin's cruel hand and suffered an unbearable burden.

"I'm sorry, Uncle Wang, I didn't notice them just now, they're so small..."

Wang Youcai said helplessly, "Never mind, I'll just be more careful next time I go into the mountains."

They were all from the same village, and Yang Lin was on good terms with his son, so he couldn't afford to lose his temper with Yang Lin over a few mushrooms.

After sighing, Wang Youcai spoke again: "We'll split it in half when we meet."

"There are still quite a few mushrooms here. Let's stay here together and guard them until they grow big, then we'll each have half."

As he spoke, Wang Youcai swept away another patch of ground, where several mushrooms, no taller than a fingernail, had sprouted.

"Huh? How long will it take?" Yang Lin was a little surprised to see such a small mushroom.

Although he mainly uses pressing methods when making mushrooms to allow the mycelium to enter a rapid growth state.

However, relying on his own connection with the mycelium, Yang Lin is also very clear about the growth rate of termite mushrooms in their natural state.

Without external interference, it takes about 6 to 8 hours for the mycelium of Termitomyces albuminosus to grow from the emergence of the fruiting body primordia to the maturity of the fruiting body.

Although these mushrooms have already sprouted from the ground, judging from their size and shape, they will need at least three or four hours to fully mature.

"Uncle Wang, this will take at least several hours," Yang Lin suggested. "Why don't we go look for mushrooms elsewhere first, and then come back to pick them here when it's almost time?"

"You don't know anything!" Wang Youcai explained irritably.

"Do you think you own these mountains? You can find mushrooms anywhere you go?"

"By the time you go looking for mushrooms elsewhere, this spot will have already been taken by someone else."

"Do you think everyone is like me, who would tell you the principle of sharing your meals in half?"

"You can leave if you want, but I'm going to stay here."

As the old saying goes, a bird in the hand is worth two in the bush.

Wang Youcai was determined to stay in this place.

"Since you found this place first, Uncle Wang, I won't argue. Let's go check other places first," Yang Lin said.

It's not easy for villagers to go into the mountains to find mushrooms, so he felt embarrassed to take away Wang Youcai's mushrooms.

Besides, three or four hours is enough time for him to make several trips to town to buy mushrooms.

"Let me make this clear first: if you don't help me guard the mushrooms, I won't share them with you once they've grown."

"And don't tell anyone else about my position." Seeing that Yang Lin was about to leave and didn't want to stay and guard this nest of matsutake mushrooms, Wang Youcai immediately made his point.

"What does Uncle Wang take me for? Now that I've made my choice, I naturally won't interfere anymore."

After leaving a message, Yang Lintou turned and left, quickly disappearing into the jungle.

Wang Youcai continued to lie on the ground, carefully guarding the area.

After leaving Wang Youcai, Yang Lin, who already knew his own limitations, decisively abandoned some unrealistic ideas.

They headed straight for other directions in the mountains and forests.

Soon, Yang Lin, who was "stumbling upon" in the forest, was suddenly visited by "good luck".

A dense patch of umbrella-shaped termite mushrooms suddenly appeared before his eyes.

"Thank you for nature's bounty!"