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

Thanks to the infrastructure development and village-to-village road construction projects in China.

Even in the remote mountainous areas of Nanzhao Province, the transportation routes between towns are relatively well-developed.

Therefore, after turning from Huangtu Township to Xin'an Town and Mili Township, Yang Lin does not need to return via the same route.

You can return to Qingshan Village by simply turning back from the village bordering Mili Township and Hongyan Township.

It has to be said that having your own motorcycle makes getting around and running errands much more convenient.

If it weren't for the fact that I haven't received my driver's license yet, and I'm worried about getting caught by the traffic police in the county and being fined and detained.

He might have already bought the mushrooms and brought them to the county town.

Of course, even without going to the county town, he could still make money by taking advantage of the Nanzhao people's love for mushrooms.

About four hours later, Yang Lin, who had traveled to four different townships, had successfully sold all of the more than 20 jin of matsutake mushrooms he had produced that day.

The two bosses from Hongyan Town and Huangtu Township offered Yang Lin a price of 205 yuan because they still had some stock. Yang Lin sold a little over four jin of goods and earned more than 800 yuan.

However, the scarcity of termite mushrooms is even greater in Xin'an Town and Mili Township, which have not been affected by the poplar forest.

The price of termite mushrooms is slightly high, averaging 230 yuan per jin (500 grams).

Yang Lin divided the remaining mushrooms equally, allocating about nine jin (approximately 4.5 catties) to each township.

The 18-pound mushrooms brought him an income of over 4,000 yuan.

The combined income from the four townships exceeded five thousand yuan, which was quite a pleasant surprise.

Boom, buzzing...

After emptying the mushrooms from his basket, Yang Lin turned on the throttle of his motorcycle and happily embarked on his journey home.

The green mountains on both sides of the river kept receding, and a refreshing breeze whistled around me.

……

By the time Yang Lin sold all the mushrooms and returned to Qingshan Village, some villagers who had gone up the mountain earlier than Yang Lin had not yet come down.

They all brought their own provisions, and they wouldn't easily leave without spending a whole day exploring the mountains and taking in as much of the bounty the forests had to offer after the rain.

Just as Yang Lin arrived at the village entrance, a group of villagers from Qingshan Village who had just come out of the village happened to run into him.

The road at the village entrance is narrow, only wide enough for one car to pass at a time. The villagers walk very casually, standing in rows here and there, almost blocking the entire road.

Yang Lin had no choice but to step on the brake, squeeze the clutch, and pull the car over to the side of the road, waiting for the villagers to pass first.

"Have you heard? Old Wang spent half a day lying in the mountains today and managed to collect three catties of matsutake mushrooms."

"Wow, my luck is amazing..."

"Old Wang, you're not being honest... Next time you encounter something like this, call me to help you guard it. You want to eat it all by yourself, don't you...?"

"I heard that termite mushrooms are selling for two or three hundred yuan a pound these days. Old Wang, you made several hundred yuan, but you can't even afford to treat the brothers to a meal, can you...?"

"Don't talk like that. After I sell the mushrooms, I'll go to town and buy a few cases of liquor. Come over to my house for a drink tonight..."

The crowd chatted and laughed, everyone happily discussing their day's achievements.

The most eye-catching of them all was Wang Youcai, who spent several hours staking out the matsutake mushroom grove and harvested three catties of matsutake mushrooms.

A group of people flattered and urged Wang Youcai to treat them to a meal.

Unable to refuse and enjoying the stares of his fellow villagers, Wang Youcai readily agreed.

Soon, when everyone saw Yang Lin park his car on the side of the road, they greeted him.

"Xiao Lin, I heard you went into the mountains today too. Why did you come in from outside again?"

"Didn't you gain anything today?"

"I barely managed to find about twenty, and I just took them to town to sell them," Yang Lin replied.

"Twenty flowers? That's fine too..."

"You're only in your early twenties. I told you to stay with me and guard the mountain, but you wouldn't listen. You insisted on leaving, thinking that mushrooms on the mountain were so easy to find." These were the words of Wang Youcai.

Before long, the group walked past Yang Lin and stopped chatting with him.

Yang Lin released the clutch, slowly started the car, and drove it to the small courtyard halfway up the mountain.

……

As evening fell, the small house was brightly lit.

A brand new rice cooker is bubbling and steaming.

Yang Lin rubbed his slightly sore wrists, suddenly feeling somewhat dissatisfied with today's results.

Yang Lin didn't notice anything for the first two days, but after visiting four townships in a row, he began to discover a problem.

That is, riding a bicycle on provincial highways and mountain roads in towns and villages, with twists and turns everywhere, uphill and downhill, is more tiring than he imagined.

He only realized his wrists were sore and his buttocks were numb after he came back to rest.

This was only his first day riding his bike on long distances.

"After a whole day of running around, visiting four different towns, I only earned five thousand yuan..."

"It seems that it's easy for me to live a comfortable life on my own, but making big money... I'm afraid that's impossible."

"This can't go on any longer," Yang Lin muttered to himself.

Even if the mushrooms he produces can be sold smoothly every day.

Once the price of termite mushrooms returned to normal, he worked diligently every day, carrying seventy or eighty kilograms of mushrooms to sell in seven or eight townships.

My daily earnings are probably just barely over ten thousand.

Even if he works overtime every day, braving wind and rain, working non-stop for 365 days a year, without rest or taking leave.

After a year, the profit was only a little over three million.

In his previous life, Yang Lin would have been more than happy to have a job with an annual salary of three million, let alone carrying mushrooms on long-distance trips or working like a beast of burden.

However, people's vision and ideals are always influenced by their talents and circumstances.

In his previous life, Yang Lin was just an ordinary, unemployed college student.

A stable and respectable job is what he desires.

However, Yang Lin, who has traveled through time, now possesses the special ability to create mycelium.

For a mere three million, he was no longer satisfied with working himself to the bone as a laborer, a porter, or a salesman.

Think of Steve Jobs, think of Bill Gates, think of the three horses...

These people can easily make millions in the blink of an eye.

"This is what a man should do!"

"Once the contract for the management of the mountain forest is finalized, I'll hire some people to help me with some repetitive tasks..." Yang Lin thought to himself.

Just then, the knock-off phone at my waist suddenly rang; it was a call from Wang Youcai.

"Hey, Uncle Wang..."

"Xiao Lin, come to my house for a drink, there are lots of people here..."

"I'm sorry, Uncle Wang, I don't drink alcohol..."

Yang Lin doesn't drink and doesn't like the atmosphere at drinking parties, so he subconsciously refused and hung up the phone.

After a while, Wang Lu, a fellow villager, suddenly rode his bicycle to Yang Lin's door.

Is Kobayashi home?

"Uncle Wang, what's the matter?" Yang Lin asked as he pushed open the courtyard gate.

"Old Wang invited you over for dinner, why didn't you go? Seriously, you had to have someone come and invite you personally..." Wang Lu pulled Yang Lin up and dragged him out the door.

That's how people in the village call for help; if they can't be called by phone, they'll just come to their doorstep and pull them away.