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

"Haha, I don't think you've been drinking, Xiao Lin, yet you're talking more arrogantly than us."

"I still want to be a boss, open a forest farm to grow mushrooms, and have half the flair I had back in the day!"

"Exactly, exactly. Back when I was that age, I even dreamed of becoming a county magistrate..."

At the dinner table, a villager, reeking of alcohol and with a flushed face, suddenly burst into laughter, abruptly changing the subject.

Soon, some people in the crowd chimed in, boasting about their younger days.

After a few bursts of laughter, the somber atmosphere in the main room gradually dissipated.

Instead, a boasting contest took place among the mountain hunters.

To be honest, the group of mountain hunters at the dinner table didn't really listen to Yang Lin's ideas. Whether Yang Lin went out to work or started a business at home, it had nothing to do with them.

They just wanted to have some fun at the dinner table.

But then Yang Lin brought up the issue of left-behind children and elderly people living alone in the village.

The topic was so heavy that they couldn't laugh at all, and their emotions surged uncontrollably.

The people in the main room were at least one generation older than Yang Lin in terms of age and seniority.

Yang Lin was the only young man in the entire room.

Almost all the young people in the village of Yang Lin's generation have gone out to work.

The older generation was left behind to look after the house and the children who were still in school.

This is a last resort.

The Nanzhao Province is economically underdeveloped and has few job opportunities.

Even if they have some resources, they are not something that ordinary people can access.

Even if one wanted to farm at home, the terraced fields on the slopes couldn't be cultivated with large machinery, making farming extremely difficult.

Therefore, for the young people in the village, the only way to see a glimmer of hope is to leave the mountain village or even leave Nanzhao.

As young people continue to pass away, the problems of left-behind children and elderly people living alone have become a source of deep sorrow for many.

After all, how many people would be willing to leave their hometown if not for the pressures of life?

After the young people went out to work, these people stayed in the village, and they could only see each other a few times a year.

Those with children have it even worse. Every year when the holiday ends, the kids often sneak out and stop in the car crying their eyes out. No matter what the grandparents do, they can't bring them back.

They have experienced all sorts of heartbreaking farewells.

What can dispel sorrow? Only wine.

They don't understand big principles, but if they drink more and chat and brag with acquaintances, they won't think about so many worries.

Of course, this is all on the premise that Yang Lin, this young man, isn't so insensible, bringing up things that are best left unsaid.

If Yang Lin dares to continue steer the conversation towards the issues of the village's children and elderly, they will definitely kick him out.

As for his talk of developing industries and solving the village's economic problems, everyone just thought Yang Lin was talking nonsense.

It's not like no outside investors have come to invest in their Hongyan Town.

In the end, these business owners either tried to defraud the government of subsidies or went bankrupt, ending up with debts.

Yang Lin? What kind of ability could an orphan who has hardly read any books, accomplished few things, and was even swindled out of his bride price by a woman, possibly have?

To accomplish what even those business owners with capital couldn't.

……

For the next two days, Yang Lin continued as before, controlling the growth of the termite mushrooms, harvesting a suitable amount of termite mushrooms, and transporting them to distant towns for sale.

The furthest Yang Lin ever went was to a township in the neighboring county.

After two days of hard work, he had already earned nearly 10,000 yuan.

If this trend continues, he can save more than 20,000 yuan tomorrow if he works a little harder.

Twenty thousand yuan is a lot of money.

Many villagers worked themselves to the bone for a year, but their total income probably didn't even add up to 20,000 yuan.

Yang Lin went to sell mushrooms, but it only took him four days.

Although carrying mushrooms down the mountain and riding around on a motorcycle is not exactly easy.

However, compared to the other villagers, this level of labor is nothing.

……

Splash... splash...

On the fifth day, just as Yang Lin woke up naturally from his bed, preparing to go to the mountains as usual to pick a dozen or twenty pounds of matsutake mushrooms to sell in a neighboring county town to pay off his debts.

Two bolts of thunder suddenly flashed across the sky.

Then, a rain shower began.

The weather suddenly changed, and Yang Lin frowned instantly.

Motorcycles are indeed convenient in rural areas, especially in hot weather, as riding a motorcycle is particularly cool.

However, its drawbacks will be fully exposed when it encounters severe weather.

Even wearing a raincoat, riding a motorcycle in the rain is still very uncomfortable.

Moreover, he also had to travel to towns even further away from Qingshan Village.

"Anyway, it only costs a few thousand yuan to make a trip, so why don't I take a day off today, give myself a break, and not suffer like this?"

Yang Lin sighed and thought to himself.

Over the course of four days, he had sold more than ten kilograms of goods in the towns and villages that were relatively close to Hongyan Town.

In terms of a single variety of termite mushroom, a quantity of ten or twenty kilograms, combined with local natural production, is enough to sustain the market in rural towns for a while.

To ensure a smooth shipment, he had to travel to other, more remote towns he hadn't been to before.

However, riding a motorcycle long distances in the rain is quite risky.

He produces termite mushrooms to earn money and live a better life, not to be a porter or delivery driver.

He is manipulating the mycelium, not the mycelium manipulating him.

It's not like I'll miss out on a day or two of income; I might as well take a break.

Instead of treating ourselves like beasts of burden, we should think of a way to legitimately expose the existence of Termitomyces No. 1 and let the world know that Termitomyces mushrooms can also be artificially cultivated.

Only in this way can he hire people to help him, expand mushroom production, and extend his market to more distant places.

"It's raining, it's raining again!"

Unlike Yang Lin's languidness, the moment the thunderstorm hit, the villagers of Qingshan Village, especially the few mountain hunters who liked to go into the mountains, suddenly became excited.

This is the second rain in May.

If all goes well, there should be more mushrooms on the mountain than last time.

The thunder had long since subsided, and only the rain continued to fall softly from the sky.

The hikers put on raincoats and braved the rain to venture into the mountains and forests.

Just like the last time it rained, the mycelium that Yang Lin had buried in the mountains and forests also became active.

Taking advantage of the abundant rainfall, Yang Lin secretly controlled the mycelium, maintaining its normal growth and spread, expanding the area of ​​the mycelium underground, while inhibiting the production of fungi.

They can take this opportunity to expand their population, and then sprout more mushrooms whenever he has time to pass by.

Under Yang Lin's control, the mycelium in the forest continuously absorbs water and nutrients from the soil, gradually extending the mycelial network throughout the soil.

However, the mycelium in the mountains and forests is not limited to the termite mushrooms buried by the poplar trees.

Other wild mushrooms also have their own mycelium and territory.

Previously, Yanglin's mycelium had a small territory and a narrow range, and did not collide with other mycelia.

After two rounds of rain, the mycelium in both the mountains and the poplar forests has expanded considerably.

A cluster of wild mushrooms, located very close to Yanglin's termite mushrooms, collided with Yanglin's mycelium.

Two tigers cannot share one mountain.

There is also competition between mycelia.

The conflict began.