Hello, 1983

Everyone started to stretch out their chopsticks one after another, and they were still very convinced of what Liu Qingshan said.

Yesterday's shriveled water is the best example. It looks scary, but tastes great.

This Morchella fungus, looking at the wrinkled appearance, probably should be the same as the old shriveled water.

Wei Tiezhu took half of the morels and stuffed it into his mouth. After chewing it twice, he frowned. It was really indecent to want to spit it out.

Oh my god, what's this smell like?

After Zhang Haiyang ate a piece, his eyes really lit up: It's delicious, very unique taste, I think about it, how should I describe it?

Everyone else has tasted it, and they all have their own likes and dislikes. Morel mushrooms have this feature: those who like the taste can love it, and those who don't like it can be eaten and vomited.

Looking at Zhang Haiyang, who was thinking hard, he didn't know how to describe the taste of morels, and Liu Qingshan said cheerfully: Does it have the fragrance of soil?

right!

Zhang Haiyang slapped his chin vigorously, then picked up a piece of morels, put it into his mouth to taste it, and kept nodding his head.

Wei Tiezhu, who was next to him, muttered: What is the fragrance of the earth, it's just the smell of earth, okay?

...

Early the next morning, the prelude of picking wild vegetables in Jiapigou officially kicked off.

Four large carriages, pulling almost all the babies in Jiapigou, faced the rising sun, and embarked on the journey clatteringly.

The car was crowded with children between the ages of five and fifteen, chattering more cheerfully than the birds on the trees by the roadside.

Of course, the kids have reason to be happy. Yesterday afternoon, the family sent a lot of money again.

On average, basically every household has 400 to 500 yuan in the account, and there are many households in the village who want to buy a TV.

Liu Qingshan's family received the most money, almost one thousand yuan.

This is not because their family picks a lot of mountain goods, and it should be the least, because most of the mushrooms and fungus that are collected are called for him to eat.

This money,

Most of them belonged to the dumb grandpa, because he was wandering in the mountains and picked the most monkey heads, which were also the most valuable.

The money does not need to be given to the master for the time being. Liu Qingshan has a special account book, and he wrote down a sum in the name of the master.

Because of the money, the children are also happy.

Shut off!

In the woods and grass by the roadside, the chirping of male pheasants could be heard.

Liu Qingshan was also sitting on the carriage, and he seemed to recall Teacher Zhao's affectionate and soothing voice:

Spring is here, everything recovers, and it's the mating season of animals...

The carriage went all the way to the fork where it connected with the main road of the commune, then stopped the car and prepared to go all the way back to mining.

It's more than ten miles away, which is probably enough for a day's work.

Under the organization of Yang Hongying, the Boy Scouts lined up on the road, and Liu Qingshan gave lectures first.

Liu Qingshan held a few morels in his hand and began to introduce them to the children:

This is called Morchella. When picking, it must be handled with care, and don't break the pleats on the surface, which will affect the appearance, do you understand?

clear!

A loud voice answered him.

However, some people raised their hands, and Liu Qingshan pointed at Er Xiaozi: What's the problem with you?

Brother Qingshan, what is the appearance, is it the object?

If Er Zizi hadn't said it seriously, Liu Qingshan would have doubted whether he was deliberately making trouble.

The little kids around laughed for a while, Liu Qingshan waved his arm:

The appearance is the appearance, just like you, Er Xiaozi, if your neck is like a black axle, who would like you?

Er Xiaozi shrank his neck and nodded to indicate that he understood.

Since Yang Hongying became the teacher and principal of the village primary school, these children have become much cleaner.

Liu Qingshan continued to tell them the precautions:

When picking morels, if the time is too long, after the picking period, we don't pick them or destroy them, and let them reproduce naturally.

All the children understand this principle, and Sihuzi interjected: Brother Qingshan, it's the same as picking mushrooms. Those mushrooms that are playing tricks must have maggots in them, so they can't be picked.

Yes, Liu Qingshan nodded, the children in the mountains all have experience in this regard.

So he continued: There are still such small ones, they haven't grown up yet, so don't rush to harvest them. Harvest big and let go of small ones. If we harvest all the light at one time, it won't grow long next time. Do you understand this?

clear!

The children roared in unison again, and then the leftover dog asked with a smile: Brother Qingshan, what good things have you prepared for us, should you bring them out?

Dare to still think about this.

Liu Qingshan said without hesitation: No, wait for noon, and start working in groups.

Divide the children into good groups, basically a group of two, one carrying the basket and one responsible for picking;

Picking morel mushrooms doesn't require much effort at all, just break it off with your hands, clean up the soil at the roots, and slowly put them into the basket.

The little ones have sharp eyes and quick hands, which is the most suitable for this job, faster than adults.

Liu Qingshan strolled for a while and gave some guidance. Seeing that the children could get started, he took a few samples and went to the supply and marketing cooperative.

It was the acquisition warehouse and the group of people from yesterday. Liu Qingshan went up to say hello. These people also recognized him and seemed to be very familiar with him. After all, he will be a big customer in the future.

Liu Qingshan took out the morels, but the two masters knew each other. One of them shook his head and said:

The morels are not listed in the purchase catalog, we dare not accept them.

Of course Liu Qingshan, who participated in the whole negotiation, knew this and said with a smile:

I just asked you to ask the above to see if you can add morels. We seem to have quite a few of them here.

A few people who came to sell mountain goods also gathered around, and some of them nodded and said:

It turns out that this thing is called Morchella. There are quite a few in the roadside and in the woods over there. It looks weird, and everyone thinks it is poisonous.

This is true, even if it is a mountain old man, he would not dare to say that he can recognize all the fungi in the mountain.

If you meet someone you don’t know, the best thing to do is not to pick it. As for the taste, you don’t dare to borrow a few courageous mushrooms. If there are too many poisonous mushrooms, they can really eat dead people.

An old master nodded and agreed: It's no problem. We will report it to the county today. If people are willing to buy it, everyone can make more money.

Liu Qingshan also thanked him. Most of the people at this time were still serious and responsible.

However, based on what he knew about that Fujita Masaichi, the addition of the acquisition catalog was probably enough, and the guy was probably going crazy.

After thinking about it, he added: Even if the foreign businessmen are not accepted in the end, then we will accept Jiapigou, master, please help us to publicize this matter.

While talking, he took out a few packs of cigarettes from his pocket and distributed them to the staff.

Seeing the delicate peony flower on the red cigarette case, several staff members immediately became uneasy.

Peony cigarettes, high-end products, are more than fifty cents a box, and they are Class A cigarettes, which are rarely seen on the market.

In the past two years, a local joke has been popular: Zhonghua in the province, peony in the county, and the common people welcome the spring smoke.

This kind of good cigarette is reluctant to smoke, and he hurriedly stuffed it into his pocket.

Seeing this, Liu Qingshan opened another pack and spread it around for everyone present. There were only three or five cigarettes left in the cigarette case, and he placed them on the beam of the scale.

Those peasants who came to sell mountain goods were also happily smacking their cigarettes and talking to Liu Qingshan:

Young man, what are you talking about, do you really collect that kind of morels in Jiapigou?

Someone next to him helped Liu Qingshan to testify: The young man is so arrogant, and the peony smoke is casually sprinkled. Do you think it counts when someone speaks?

The man nodded, really agreeing with his companion's statement.

The old master seemed to feel a little deliberately not going, and he took a pack of cigarettes without doing anything, so he asked:

What about the purchase price? There has to be a price, so we can help promote it.

This is really uncertain, there is no precedent, Liu Qingshan also considered it, and then said: Then it's the same price as black fungus, what do you think?

Wow!

The dozen or so sellers of mountain goods around them all exclaimed in unison.

It is estimated that at this moment, their eyes looking at Liu Qingshan are full of small stars, just like seeing the God of Wealth.

They all know the price of black fungus, about fifteen yuan per pound.

And black fungus is not easy to pick, it has to be drilled into a mountain, and it is laborious and laborious to pick.

This kind of morels is different. It can be found on the slopes of the ditch, and it is easy to pick. Isn't this the equivalent of picking up money from the ground?

The old master also shook his head slightly: The price seems to be a bit expensive, right?

Liu Qingshan couldn't help blinking his eyes: This is really not expensive. The price of Morel mushrooms, I don't know what the market is now. In a few decades, it will be dozens of times that of black fungus.

Another old master also felt that the young man in front of him was not bad, so he thoughtfully pointed out: It's better to refer to the price of hazel mushrooms, about ten yuan per catty.

Is this a bit low?

Liu Qingshan hesitated.

It's not low, it's not low, and it's not a rare thing.

More than a dozen villagers who sold mountain goods followed suit. In their opinion, it is indeed not a rare thing, but how many places can really produce this thing?

Their vision is usually limited to the familiar one-third of an acre.

That's right, Liu Qingshan nodded, and then said to the old master: If the county does not accept it, then we will definitely buy it in Jiapigou.

At that time, I will submit some handling fees to your acquisition point per kilogram, and then pay you a sum of acquisition funds. We will discuss these issues in the future.

After roughly making an agreement, Liu Qingshan was about to leave, but was surrounded by the dozen or so sellers of mountain goods and asked for a while.

They are mainly worried that if the Jiapigou is not collected, they will be busy working in vain.

In the end, Liu Qingshan almost swore a vow, and was released by everyone, and then these people also dispersed, hurrying back to collect morels.

Now other kinds of wild vegetables have not yet entered the peak harvest season, just in time.

Liu Qingshan bought two kilograms of candy bars from the supply and marketing cooperative, wrapped them in yellow paper, tied them with paper ropes, carried them in his hands, and walked back.

After passing the fork in the road, and walking out for more than two miles, I saw the harvesting team, these little babies, the speed is really fast.

Let's rest first, drink some water, and eat sugar!

Liu Qingshan shouted, and the children on both sides of the road immediately swarmed over.

Give the paper packets to the older Huzi and Gouzuzi, and ask them to give the children candy one by one.

These two are also going to come, and they will be sent to the fourth and fifth, and then it will be the turn of the other children.

Basically, everyone gets four or five pieces of candy, even the adults driving the car.

There was a sweet candy in his mouth, and the little bit of fatigue just now dissipated.

Brother Qingshan, this is your secret reward, it's so sweet.

Er Zizi said cheerfully while pursing his lips hard.

Liu Qingshan pouted: This is just an ordinary reward, the show is yet to come.

The children were all overjoyed: there is a better reward than sugar, could it really be possible to eat wild boar again?

With sugar cubes in his mouth, he was more motivated to work. By the time it was close to noon, more than half of the harvest had been finished, and only about four or five miles away from Jiapigou.

As for the harvest, it is not small. The four large carriages are almost full.

Of course, because of fear of crushing, the stack is not high.

It may be because of the newly turned soil. The morel mushrooms here are very dense. I found a cluster, at least three or five, and more than ten.

Liu Qingshan estimated that together, there should be six or seven hundred pounds.

There are about 50 wazis who came to work today, that is to say, on average, each person harvested more than ten kilograms.

Let's go, go home for dinner first, and pick the rest of the afternoon.

Liu Qingshan shouted, ready to call it quits.

The little fourth also shouted in a small voice: Don't forget to go to my house to collect the rewards!

After a few miles, the children arrived home as soon as they had a good time, and the carriage walked slowly behind, so as not to damage the morels pulled in the carriage.

Outside the gate of Liu Qingshan's house, dozens of little dolls gathered, all of them sniffling and chattering.

It smells so good, it smells so good!

It smells better than my stew.

Liu Qingshan stood in front of the large pot in the courtyard, lifted the lid, and there were more than 100 tea eggs inside.

It is boiled before departure in the morning, just over four hours, which is the best time to boil tea eggs.

Tea eggs, not to mention their small mountain village, even in Bishui County, haven't been passed on yet.

Liu Jinfeng helped distribute tea eggs, two of each of the little boys, and the eggs were still hot.

In a hurry, he just peeled off the skin that was full of small fragments and stuffed the whole into his mouth.

People who eat tea eggs for the first time will be convinced by its unique taste, not to mention these rural children who can't eat meat several times throughout the year.

I don't know which doll shouted: Mom, it's more fragrant than meat!

They are completely convinced now: Brother Qingshan's secret weapon is really powerful!