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

As night falls, Qingshan Village, which has no streetlights, is gradually enveloped in darkness.

Only a few scattered lights shone through the windows of each house, like fireflies.

In the Zhao family courtyard, Zhao Dahai's parents were busy preparing dishes to entertain Yang Lin, their guest.

Yang Lin and Zhao Dahai were also helping out on the sidelines.

Compared to Yang Lin's empty house, which no longer belonged to him, Zhao Dahai's home was clearly more lively and welcoming.

"Come on, Xiaolin, eat and drink as you please, don't take things to heart."

Knowing what Yang Lin had been through recently, Zhao Dahai's family did not look down on him; on the contrary, they were quite enthusiastic and tried to comfort Yang Lin.

After all, we're all from the same village. If we all go out to work in factories together in the future, we can look out for each other.

After dinner, Zhao Dahai led Yang Lin to an empty room.

The room wasn't large, but it was very clean.

A simple wooden bed, an old table, and a few small stools.

These are all ordinary families; most villagers in Qingshan Village live in similar conditions.

"Xiaolin, you can stay here. Just call me if you need anything."

"Thank you, Brother Hai," Yang Lin said sincerely.

"Don't mention it, we're all brothers, you should rest first."

"Get some rest and don't overthink it."

After exchanging pleasantries, Zhao Dahai bid farewell to Yang Lin and returned to his room.

Yang Lin gently closed the door, lay down on the bed, and looked at the unfamiliar roof beams above his head.

Feeling exhausted, Yang Lin was truly worn out on the second day after his transmigration.

Creditors came knocking on the door demanding eviction, and people sold off their assets to reduce their burdens.

Even though I didn't leave the house all day, my legs were almost worn out.

It was truly exhausting.

This left him with absolutely no time to slowly study the changes in his own body, or the mycelium he had created.

Yang Lin lay in bed, pondering his future path.

He knew Zhao Dahai well; it wouldn't be long before he left Nanzhao Province to work in Liang Province.

If it were the original owner, Yang Lin, he would definitely have gone to Liang Province with Zhao Dahai, Wang Xiaoshan, and others.

The two thousand yuan I earned from selling things was enough for my travel expenses.

But, does the person who transmigrated really have to go to work in a factory and work on an assembly line?

Or rather, it's about having the experiences and knowledge from your previous life on Earth, and having undergone physical mutations.

Is there really no other way out besides going to the factory to tighten screws?

Yang Lin's mind wandered between thoughts.

From what the original owner had seen and heard in Liang Province, Yang Lin knew that there were no companies or modern people in this world that he was familiar with on Earth.

Similar niches are occupied by people from different backgrounds and births in this world.

It is not comparable to Earth.

However, given the general laws governing the world, the process of development is bound to follow certain patterns.

Yang Lin believed that his experiences on Earth might provide an opportunity to explore them at some point.

Of course, before he encounters an opportunity, he needs to make himself more capable so that he can seize it.

The most urgent task at hand is to solve the problem of survival.

However, for a rural man with only a junior high school diploma and two thousand yuan, what other good options were there if he didn't go to work in a factory?

"Are we going to create mycelium to produce termite mushrooms, and then sell them?"

"By the way, if people found out that I can produce mycelium and grow mushrooms, would I be captured and dissected for research?"

Yang Lin thought to himself.

In his past life, he had read some online novels.

I have a certain degree of acceptance for the idea that time travelers come with cheat codes or special abilities.

"The most important thing if you want to make money selling mushrooms is that the mushrooms must be able to grow on their own, not just grow by absorbing nutrients from my body!"

"Otherwise, the money from selling mushrooms probably wouldn't even cover my nutrition expenses."

"It would be hilarious if he drained himself dry one day."

"I wonder how that clump of mycelium I planted in the flowerpot is doing now..."

……

"Brother Hai, I'm going to the old house to pick up some things."

The next morning, worried about the condition of the mycelium in the flowerpot, Yang Lin hurriedly spoke to Zhao Dahai after breakfast.

"That's true. It'll be more convenient to bring over anything you need. I'll go with you to move the things over," Zhao Dahai said.

"No need, no need, these are just small toiletries. The big ones were sold yesterday. Hai-ge, you go ahead with your work," Yang Lin said.

The flowerpot and mycelium are related to the secret of his time travel.

Yang Lin dared not let anyone discover this secret before he had sufficient strength and was fully prepared.

……

After leaving Zhao Dahai's house, Yang Lin quickly arrived at his former home.

Although the Wang family hasn't moved in yet, they've already started cleaning the house and changing the locks.

It seems they plan to renovate Yang Lin's house a little more.

Fortunately, the Wang family is trustworthy.

The plot of land in the courtyard that Yang Lin had reserved for storing his things has remained untouched for the time being.

It was covered with a large waterproof sheet.

Upon Yang Lin's arrival, the Wang family members gave a token greeting before continuing with their work.

Yang Lin untied the waterproof cloth, rummaged through the pile of miscellaneous items, took out some daily necessities, and carried out an old flowerpot.

The moment Yang Lin touched the flowerpot, he immediately sensed the presence of mycelium.

Yang Lin secretly breathed a sigh of relief.

The village lacks everything, except soil.

It's a small, broken flowerpot that takes up too much space even in the toilet.

Before it sprouted termite mushrooms, naturally no one in the village would have thought much of it.

After a busy day yesterday, Yang Lin didn't feel comfortable carrying a broken flowerpot around to tell others that there was something good inside.

I had no choice but to leave it outside for one night.

Fortunately, no one touched the flowerpot or disturbed the soil inside.

If the mycelium inside is damaged, he might collapse from exhaustion if he tries to recreate such a large mass of mycelium.

Soon, Yang Lin found a large yellow urea bag and stuffed the flowerpots containing mycelium and some personal items into the bag.

Carrying the bag, I left my former home.

This bag was originally for storing fertilizer; one bag can hold eighty pounds.

Most farming households have one; it's very sturdy and can easily hold Yang Lin's flowerpots and small items.

Arriving at Zhao Dahai's house, Yang Lin returned to the room Zhao Dahai had prepared for him. After emptying the urea bag and tidying up, he stretched, muttered "Let's rest," and closed the door.

He focused all his energy on sensing the mycelium.

"Compared to yesterday, the mycelium in the basin seems to have decreased slightly."

"Some mycelium has absorbed nutrients from the soil, but overall, the mycelium's growth is negative; it is withering and decreasing..."

When he is focused, Yang Lin is able to sense the condition of the bacterial community more clearly.

As Yang Lin focused his attention, he gradually entered a state of complete concentration.

He even felt as if he had become that clump of mycelium.

Then, just like a person knows they are hungry or thirsty.

Yang Lin could clearly sense why the mycelium in the flowerpot was gradually shrinking.

"The soil in the flowerpot is dry, lacks moisture, and is deficient in organic matter... The soil is neutral, which the termite mushroom mycelium dislikes; it prefers an acidic environment..."

"Incredible!"

Yang Lin suddenly realized.

With this ability, he was practically a born expert in cultivating termite mushrooms.