Hello 1983

Er Mangzi became excited when he heard it.

"Temporary secrecy." Liu Qingshan deliberately teased the children, and after school was over, he led the fourth and fifth children home.

The lunch at home is almost ready, Liu Qingshan handed the mother-in-law Ding brought back to grandma to wash, and he carefully put a hooded morel into the basin and began to wash.

Morels are delicate and must be handled with care, because the folds are stained with dirt, so it is a big trouble to clean them.

And you can't rub it or rub it, you can only use your hands in the water basin and stir it gently in one direction.

The morels rotate together, slowly throwing out the dirt inside the folds.

After changing several basins of water, after cleaning, there is no fine mud on the bottom of the water, which is considered clean.

Scald it in boiling water for a while, blanch it in water, take it out and cool it, cut it in half, and then fry morel mushrooms with eggs.

Apart from being served on the table, the appearance is quite good, with golden eggs and semi-circular morels.

The color of natural morels is not so dark and dark, but a slightly transparent brownish yellow.

"Everyone try it, this thing is called morel mushroom, it's very nourishing."

Liu Qingshan introduced, such a rare good thing, of course Professor Wang and his students were called to try it.

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Everyone started to stretch out their chopsticks one after another, they were still very convinced by Liu Qingshan's words.

Yesterday's old water is the best example. It looks scary, but it tastes very good.

What kind of morel mushroom is this? Looking at the wrinkled appearance, it probably has the same reason as the old water.

Wei Tiezhu picked up half of the morel mushroom, stuffed it into his mouth, and frowned after chewing it twice. It was really indecent to want to spit it out, so he had to swallow it forcefully, and could not help complaining:

"Oh my god, what does it 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?"

Others have tasted it, and they all have their own likes and dislikes. This is the characteristic of morel food: those who like the taste can love it to death, and those who don't like it can vomit after keeping it.

Looking at Zhang Haiyang who was thinking hard, for a moment he didn't know how to describe the smell of morel mushrooms, so Liu Qingshan said cheerfully, "Does it have the fragrance of earth?"

"Correct!"

Zhang Haiyang slapped his chin vigorously, then picked up another morel mushroom, put it into his mouth to taste carefully, and kept nodding his head.

Wei Tiezhu, who was next to him, muttered, "What is the fragrance of the soil? It's just the smell of the soil, okay?"

……

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

Four large carriages, pulling almost all the children in Jiapigou, embarked on the journey facing the rising sun.

The car was full of children aged five to 15, chattering more cheerfully than the birds on the trees beside the road.

Of course the children have reason to be happy. Yesterday afternoon, the family gave out a lot of money again.

On average, basically every household has 500 yuan in their accounts, and there are quite a few families in the village who are trying to buy a TV.

Liu Qingshan's family received the most money, nearly 1000 yuan.

It's not that their family picked a lot of mountain products, it should be the least, because most of the mushrooms and fungus they picked were made into dishes for him to eat.

Most of the money went to the dumb grandfather, because he wandered around the mountains and picked the most monkey heads, which were also the most valuable.

There is no need to give the money to the master for the time being, Liu Qingshan has a special account book, and writes down a sum in the name of the master.

Just because of the money, the children are also happy.

Shut shut shut!

In the woods and grass beside the road, the crowing of male pheasants can be heard.

Liu Qingshan was also sitting in the carriage, and Mr. Zhao's affectionate and soothing voice seemed to be recalled in his ears:

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

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

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

Under the organization of Yang Hongying, the boy scouts lined up on the road, and Liu Qingshan gave a lecture first.

Holding a few morels in his hand, Liu Qingshan began to introduce them to the kids:

"This is called a morel. When picking it, you must handle it with care. Don't break the folds on the surface, which will affect the appearance of the product. Do you understand?"

"understand!"

A loud voice answered him.

But there were some who raised their hands, Liu Qingshan pointed at Er Mangzi: "What's your problem?"

"Brother Qingshan, what is appearance, is it a target?"

If Er Mangzi hadn't said it in a serious manner, Liu Qingshan would have suspected that he was making trouble on purpose.

The children around burst into laughter, Liu Qingshan waved his arm:

"Appearance is the appearance, just like you Ermengzi, if your neck is like a black axle, who would like you?"

Er Mangzi shrank his neck and nodded to show 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, it takes too long like this. After the picking period, we don't pick them, and don't destroy them. Let them reproduce naturally."

The children all understand this truth, and Si Huzi 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 this kind of small ones. They haven't grown up yet, so don't rush to pick them down. Pick the big ones and let go of the small ones. If we pick them all up at once, they won't grow any longer next time. You all understand this, right?"

"understand!"

The children roared in unison again, and then Gou Shengzi asked with a smile: "Brother Qingshan, what good things did you prepare for us, shouldn't it be time to bring it out?"

Dare to still think about this.

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

Divide the children into groups, basically two people, one carrying the basket and the other responsible for picking; change when they get tired.

Picking morels requires no effort at all, and they come down with a light hand. Clean up the soil at the roots and slowly put them into the basket.

Children with sharp eyes and quick hands are the most suitable for this job, faster than adults.

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

It was still yesterday's purchase warehouse and the group of people. Liu Qingshan went up to say hello. These people also recognized him and looked very familiar. After all, he will be a big customer in the future.

Liu Qingshan took out the morel mushrooms, the two old masters knew each other, one of them shook his head and said:

"Morels are not listed in the purchase catalogue, we dare not accept them."

Liu Qingshan, who participated in the whole process of negotiations, of course knew this, and said with a smile:

"I just want you to ask the higher-ups to see if morel mushrooms can be added. We seem to have a lot 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 these things are called morels. There are quite a few of them by the side of the road and in the woods. They look weird. Everyone thinks they are poisonous."

This is true, even if you are an old mountain runner, you dare not say that you can recognize all the fungi in the mountains.

When encountering unfamiliar ones, the best thing to do is not to pick them. As for the taste, don’t dare to borrow some courage. If there are too many poisonous mushrooms, they can really eat the dead.

A master worker nodded and agreed: "This is no problem. We will report it to the county today. If they are willing to buy it, everyone will have another way of making money."

Liu Qingshan also thanked, most people at this time are serious and responsible.

However, based on his understanding of that Fujita Shoichi, the matter of adding the acquisition catalog is probably enough, and that guy is probably going crazy.

After thinking for a while, he added: "Even if foreign businessmen don't accept it in the end, then Jiapigou will also accept it. 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 immediately lost their composure.

Peony cigarettes, high-end products, cost more than [-] cents a box, and belong to Class A cigarettes, which are rarely seen in the market.

In the past two years, a jingle has been popular in the local area: provincial Zhonghua, county peonies, and ordinary people welcome spring smoke.

I couldn't bear to smoke this kind of good cigarette, so I hurriedly stuffed it into my pocket.

Seeing this, Liu Qingshan opened another pack and distributed it among the people present. There were only three or five cigarettes left in the pack, and he put them on the beam of the scale.

Those peasants who came to sell mountain products also happily clicked on their cigarettes, and talked to Liu Qingshan:

"Young man, do you mean what you say? Do you really accept that kind of morels in Jiapigou?"

There was someone beside him who helped Liu Qingshan to testify: "He is a young man who is generous and sprinkles peony smoke casually. Do you think what he says counts?"

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

The old master seemed to feel that he was not going there on purpose, and accepted a pack of cigarettes without doing anything, so he asked:

"Then how do you decide the purchase price? There has to be a price, so we can help promote it."

This is really hard to decide, there is no precedent, Liu Qingshan also thought about it, and then said: "Then the price is the same as the black fungus, what do you think?"

Wow!

The dozen or so mountain goods sellers around them let out an exclamation in unison.

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

They all know the price of black fungus, about 15 yuan per catty.

But black fungus is not easy to pick, you have to go to the mountains, and it takes a lot of effort to pick it.

This kind of morel is different. It can be found on the side of the ditches on the hillside, and it is easy to pick. Isn’t this equivalent to picking money from the ground?

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

Liu Qingshan couldn't help blinking: This is really not expensive. I don't know what the price of morels is now. After decades, it will be dozens of times that of black fungus.

Another master chef also thought the young man in front of him was good, so he made a point: "It's better to refer to the price of hazel mushrooms, about ten yuan per catty."

"Is this a little low?"

Liu Qingshan hesitated.

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

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

Their vision usually only stays on the one-third of an acre of land they are familiar with.

That line, Liu Qingshan nodded, and then said to the old master: "If the county doesn't accept it, then our Jiapigou will definitely buy it."

"At that time, we will pay you some handling fees per catty for your purchase point, and then pay you a sum of purchase funds. We will discuss these issues slowly in the future."

After roughly making an agreement, Liu Qingshan was about to leave, but was surrounded by more than a dozen people selling mountain goods and questioned for a long time.

They are mainly worried that if Jiapigou doesn't harvest them, their busy work will be wasted. After all, harvesting and drying in the sun will take a lot of time.

Liu Qingshan almost made a vow at the end, and was released by the crowd, and then these people also rushed away, hurrying back to pick morel mushrooms.

Now other kinds of wild vegetables have not yet entered the peak harvest season, so there is just enough time.

Liu Qingshan bought two catties of candy from the supply and marketing cooperative, wrapped it in yellow paper and tied it with a paper string, carried it in his hand, and walked back.

After crossing the fork in the road and going out for more than two miles, I saw a large harvesting team. These little dolls are really fast.

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

Liu Qingshan yelled, and the children on both sides of the road rushed over immediately.

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

These two will also come to things, first give out to the fourth and fifth, and then it will be the turn of the other children.

Basically, everyone gets four or five candies, even the adults who drive the car.