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

The wooden door was ajar. Yang Lin stood at the door, knocking for a long time and calling out several times, but he didn't hear a response from Wang Xiaoshan.

Seeing that no one seemed to be home, Yang Lin took out his phone and dialed Wang Xiaoshan's number.

"Boom... Boom...!"

Before the call could be connected, a familiar engine roar suddenly came from behind Yang Lin.

Turning around, I saw a young man with dyed yellow hair riding a white scooter of the "ghost fire" style, speeding towards me.

This caused chaos among the chickens and dogs on the roadside.

The visitor was none other than Yang Lin's friend, Wang Xiaoshan.

Relying on his own ghost fire, he went to town and dyed his hair yellow after not seeing him for a day.

Upon arriving at his doorstep, Wang Xiaoshan immediately gripped the brakes tightly with both hands.

The will-o'-the-wisp's tires locked up, and it slid two or three meters on the ground before finally coming to a stop in front of Yang Lin.

Yang Lin was so frightened that he took two steps back.

At the same time, a strong wind carrying the smells of engine oil and exhaust fumes swept past Yang Lin.

"Brother Lin, what's up?"

Sitting on the will-o'-the-wisp, Wang Xiaoshan turned to look at Yang Lin, reaching for his purse at his waist and taking out his ringing cell phone.

He hung up the phone when he saw that it was Yang Lin calling, and then looked up at Yang Lin again.

Yang Lin pointed to the termite mushrooms in his basket, picked out a few mushrooms, and gave them to Wang Xiaoshan to try. Then he briefly explained his purpose.

To sell mushrooms outside the village, it's best to have a vehicle.

Not many people in the village own cars, except for the village chief's daughter, who went to university and works in the county, and the relatively wealthy Wang the butcher, who each owns a car.

Other households might own at most one motorcycle.

Zhao Dahai's family doesn't own a car.

Wang Xiaoshan, who went to work in the factory with Yang Lin, actually managed to get a motorcycle transported back to the village from Liang Province.

Therefore, compared to other people with whom he wasn't so close, Yang Lin had to come to Wang Xiaoshan first if he wanted to borrow the car.

"Wait, what's that?"

Upon hearing that Yang Lin was going to town to sell matsutake mushrooms, Wang Xiaoshan jumped off the will-o'-the-wisp and curiously examined the basket on his back.

Lifting the urea bag covering it, rows of half-open termite mushrooms came into Wang Xiaoshan's view.

Like Zhao Dahai, Wang Xiaoshan also exclaimed in amazement.

"My goodness, so many..."

"Where did you find it?"

"Just luck, I met him on the mountain."

"Sure, Brother Lin, take me to look for it next time!"

"No problem, lend me your car for a while, I'll fill it up with gas in town," Yang Lin said.

"What are you talking about, gas money?"

"I couldn't possibly accept that."

"Dude, you're being too polite by saying that."

As he spoke, Wang Xiaoshan walked over to the will-o'-the-wisp, waved, and patted the car seat: "Get in, I'll take you to town."

Looking at the black burnt tire mark on the ground, Yang Lin recalled the scene of Wang Xiaoshan speeding through the village just now, and couldn't help but break out in a cold sweat.

"Um... Xiaoshan, I can go by myself, don't bother."

"That won't do!" Wang Xiaoshan looked at Yang Lin suspiciously. "Can you even ride a bike?"

Including Zhao Dahai, the three of them worked in the same place, went home together, and went to work in the factory together.

They are quite familiar with it.

As far as I can remember, Yang Lin spent all his money on Liu Yan, so he probably never even touched a car.

He wasn't comfortable letting Yang Lin ride his bike to town by himself.

Yang Lin, standing nearby, really wanted to say that he could do it, and not just any ordinary thing.

If someone was a food delivery driver in their past life, how could they not know how to ride a bike?

However, upon closer reflection, it seems that the original owner never learned to drive and had never ridden a bicycle.

I doubt I can fool Wang Xiaoshan.

Furthermore, if traffic police check vehicles in town, his unlicensed driving would also cause trouble.

It's better to let Wang Xiaoshan carry it.

"Okay, ride slower, I was scared of what you did just now."

……

"boom……"

With a roar of flames, Wang Xiaoshan twisted the accelerator, and in an instant, he carried Yang Lin away.

The mountain road was winding and the surface was very uneven.

With Wang Xiaoshan driving at breakneck speed, Yang Lin was bouncing around in the car, experiencing the thrill of a roller coaster ride.

Fortunately, after traversing five kilometers of mountain road, the ghost train arrived on the provincial highway.

During the rainy season, when mushrooms are plentiful on the mountain, many visitors will drive specifically to travel along certain provincial highways.

Yang Lin didn't need to go to the town at all.

All you need to do is sit at the entrance to the village and set out your basket with the mushrooms.

Then some people who want to buy wild mushrooms will get off the car and ask for them.

It's not the season yet, so there's less traffic. Setting up a stall directly at the intersection would be a disadvantage.

The only way forward is to keep moving forward and take the initiative to talk to the people in the town.

Fortunately, the provincial highways are all paved and the road surface is smooth.

The will-o'-the-wisp runs smoothly on it, and the noise is much less.

Yang Lin's buttocks finally got a long-awaited rest.

……

Wang Xiaoshan drove very fast, and the two arrived in town in no time.

"Brother Lin, where are you planning to sell it?"

"Is it the farmers' market or the department store entrance?" As they entered the town, Wang Xiaoshan braked and stopped the car, asking.

"There's no market today, the farmers' market is empty, let's go straight to the street."

"Okay."

With a twist of the accelerator, the flames shot out, and we soon arrived at the busiest street in town.

After finding a parking spot, the two got out and walked.

Yang Lin carried a basket on his back and held several mushrooms in each hand as he walked down the street, calling out his wares.

"Fresh termite mushrooms, limited quantity, first come, first served."

……

"Termitomyces mushrooms? Are you kidding me? They're already having them at this hour?"

The sudden shouts immediately piqued the curiosity of the town.

Many people curiously came out of the shops along the street.

Pedestrians on the road also turned around one after another and walked towards Yang Lin and Wang Xiaoshan.

Before long, Yang Lin and Wang Xiaoshan were surrounded by people.

They were all from Nanzhao Province and lived near the town year-round; everyone knew about matsutake mushrooms.

Upon seeing that the mushrooms in Yang Lin's hand were indeed termite mushrooms, the crowd quickly became enthusiastic.

They didn't expect that the termite mushrooms would be on the market so early this year.

"Young man, how much are your termite mushrooms?"

"The market price is 150, I'll take them all."

Soon, some people in the crowd inquired about the price, while others gave a price directly.

One of them planned to buy all the matsutake mushrooms from Yanglin at a price of 150 yuan per kilogram.

Wang Xiaoshan listened with great interest.

There are at least two pounds of matsutake mushrooms in his basket, worth three hundred yuan. How many screws would he have to screw in to earn three hundred yuan?

"Make way, make way..."

Before Yang Lin could even name a price, a burly man wearing an apron squeezed in front of him.

The visitor was the owner of the largest restaurant in town, Yingbin Hotel.

"Don't listen to him," the owner of the Yingbin Hotel said bluntly, pointing at the man who had previously offered 150.

"I'll offer 240, I'll take them all."

Upon hearing this, Wang Xiaoshan's eyes lit up even more.

240 yuan per jin, 2 jin for 480 yuan.

This price has exceeded the usual price of termite mushrooms.

How many overtime shifts would he have to work to earn 480?

"Brother Lin, let's sell it quickly, sell it to this boss." Wang Xiaoshan said excitedly, pulling Yang Lin along.

However, even when faced with a high price of 240 yuan per kilogram, Yang Lin remained unmoved.

"The bosses are joking."

Yang Lin looked at everyone and slowly spoke.