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The main point is that ground ear will never grow in polluted places. It is a pure natural food and the best gift of nature.

Therefore, those rich people in Europe and the United States who pursue a healthy diet highly recommend the food of ground ear.

However, they seldom eat fungus. Foreigners describe fungus as "Indian rubber with bones". In fact, this is the difference in eating habits.

After Liu Qingshan explained to everyone, the villagers came to their senses and divided into two groups to collect fungus at the edge of the forest.

The conditions for the growth of this thing are very harsh. It must be grown on the edge of the shady forest and on the surface where the sunlight cannot be directed, so the number is limited.

Moreover, there is a lot of water, and after drying, it is light and has no weight. At that time, I don’t know how much it will be worth.

But everyone believed Liu Qingshan, since he said it, it must be right, pick it back and send it to the wild vegetable factory, clean it up, and dry it directly.

It’s just that it’s too strenuous to pick. My legs will go numb after squatting for a while, and it’s sticky and sticky to my hands. It’s a test of patience. Unlike picking mushrooms, you only need a basket in a while.

Liu Qingshan can't do anything about it, in fact, old men and old ladies are most suitable for picking ground vegetables, move a small bench to sit there, and move forward slowly after picking the vegetables around.

The rest of them went into the woods, still in groups of ten, and started picking mushrooms by category.

"The little girl picking mushrooms, carrying a big basket..."

The youngest and fourth child took the lead in singing, and soon, the children's singing became one piece, and it was lively, saving you from shouting.

The happiest thing is these little kids. While working, they can also enjoy all kinds of wild fruits in the forest, and eat all of them until their little mouths turn purple or black.

This season, the most delicious is the Santo persimmon, that is, the wild blueberry, which has a very strong fruity taste. Not only children are willing to eat it, but adults will also pick a few kernels and throw them into their mouths.

After Liu Qingshan picked up the red pine umbrella for a while, he started to wander around in the woods, and the dumb grandpa was also patrolling.

"Er Mangzi, don't run around, why do you want to be picked up by a tiger?"

Liu Qingshan yelled, making the children burst into laughter.

Er Mangzi was still grinning: "Brother Qingshan, I'm not afraid now, if the tiger snatches me away again, I'm sure I can still catch spies!"

"I think you look like a spy. How can there be so many spies?"

Liu Qingshan laughed and cursed a few words, and then heard a noise coming from the front, and Er Mangzi cheered up: "I must have discovered a spy, go!"

Why do outsiders come to this mountain forest?

Liu Qingshan was also a little puzzled, this place is already considered a deep mountain, most people dare not go deep here, at most they just walk around the edge of the forest.

When he followed the yelling and cursing, he found that Dashuai Zhang and the others were confronting a group of people.

Looking at the dress and attire of the other party, it should also be Caishan.

Liu Qingshan understood: the forest here is assigned to Jiapigou to harvest mountain products, and the other party has fished beyond the limit.

Chapter 265 This is the rhythm of getting rich!

"Which hill are you from? This is our territory in Jiapigou. Don't you know why?"

Although Zhang Dashuai is not tall, he has a loud voice, and he is not polite, his tone is very aggressive, and he has a gangster air.

The other party was also very aggressive, a big black man in his 30s replied with a loud voice:

"We are from Dingjiagou. I am Ding Laohei, and I live in the mountains. According to your statement, then these forests are our territory. It is because your claws are too long to fish over the boundary!"

At the beginning, the commune divided the hilltops for each brigade in order to avoid similar disputes.

You must know that the local folk customs are tough. When these villagers and mountain people fight, they all fight together as a village. Large-scale fighting with weapons, casualties are not uncommon.

Because Dingjiagou is a small mountain village in the forest, they were not given a specific division of land, so the current situation appeared.

Dashuai Zhang's violent temper was immediately ignited: "Damn it, it doesn't matter if you are Ding Laohei or Ding Laobai, you are playing tricks, right? Today I will definitely get you out of the way, so as to save the territory!"

Na Ding Lao Hei was on the mountain all day long, he was a ruthless character who dared to fight wild boars and wrestle with Hei Blind, so of course he was not afraid.

I saw him take off the back basket behind him, and take off his coat in twos and twos, revealing his dark and strong muscles, just like Black Li Kui.

Pa, pa, pa, he slapped his pectoralis major twice: "Come on, you little brat, I'll give you one hand!"

One of his companions next to him also grinned and made up the knife: "Xiao Xiaozi, isn't your nickname Jiapigou Wu Dalang? Do you want to go back and step on two stilts and fight us again?"

The guy who spoke looked like a thin monkey, with a mole on his face and a bunch of black hair on it, looking a little wretched.

These words are really hurtful, even those little children can hear it harshly, Er Mangzi wiped tears even though he usually doesn't move, but now he is excited.

While he was still imitating the appearance of an adult, rolling up his arms and sleeves, he yelled: "I'm not afraid of you, I'm a little hero who has captured a spy, if there is a grenade now, I'll make you cry if I don't blow it up! "

That's right, the mountain doll has been so tough since she was a child.

Without short words in front of Xiaozi, Zhang Dashuai was so angry that his veins popped up, he also threw off his clothes, and rushed directly towards the big black man opposite.

The big black man looked at this little man with disdain on his face, stretched out a big hand, and grabbed Marshal Zhang, ready to lift his opponent into the air like a chicken, and have a good time playing.

Although Zhang Dashuai is small, he is not weak at all, and after all, he has learned two hands from his dumb grandfather and has rich fighting experience.

I saw him dodging the opponent's big fan-like hand, crashing his whole body into the opponent's arms, then hugging the opponent's ankles, pushing his head forward, and pulling his hands back.

With a muffled thud, the big black man was thrown to the ground, and the two rolled back and forth on the grass.

They are one-on-one, and it is difficult for others to reach out, so they can only shout and cheer beside them.

Falling to the ground, the big black man's height advantage was gone. Instead, he was slapped by Marshal Zhang. He was punched in the face a few times, and soon turned into panda eyes, and he screamed in anger.

Of course, Marshal Zhang didn't get any advantage, he was also punched a few times, and his nosebleeds dripped all over his face.

However, at such a small stature, he can be evenly matched with his opponents, and he is proud enough.

"Don't fight for now. If we have time, let's buy more mountain products. Wouldn't it be better to buy more money?"

A voice suddenly sounded, and the mountain people on the other side of Dingjiagou saw that it was a young man on the other side of Jiapigou, so they didn't pay much attention to it.

As for the two people on the ground, they already had red eyes, and they would not give up easily.

Liu Qingshan also shook his head slightly: It seems that persuasion cannot be persuaded anymore.

So he walked up to him and yelled again: "Great handsome uncle, and this black brother, don't fight!"

He stretched out his hand to grab Dashuai Zhang who was riding on the big black man, and threw him behind him. With skillful hand strength, Dashuai Zhang took two steps back and stood firm.

Shaking his head, wiped his nose, the back of his hand was bright red, Zhang Dashuai didn't agree, he gritted his teeth and wanted to charge upwards.

The big black man also got up, feeling a stinging pain on his face, which also made him furious, and rushed forward again regardless.

"stop!"

Liu Qingshan was standing in the middle of them, waving his hands fiercely, the people next to him only felt a blur before their eyes, and then they saw the black man and Zhang Dashuai backing away.

Withdrew several steps in a row, and finally fell into a big squat together, and they all sat on the ground.

With this fall, both of them became sober, and together with the others, they turned their shocked gazes to Liu Qingshan.

"Uncle handsome, making money is the last word, fighting is meaningless."

Liu Qingshan first stretched out his hand and pulled Zhang Dashuai up.

Zhang Dashuai also kept muttering in his heart: Qingshan has only practiced with the dumb for more than a year, and his skills have improved. If the dumb was willing to teach me, now I will definitely be able to walk sideways in the forest, punch tigers, and kick Black bear, that's all right.

Liu Qingshan walked in front of the big black man again, and stretched out his hand to pull him:

"Brother Hei, peace is the most important thing in everything. There are so many mountain goods in the mountains, why bother to fight!"

Ding Laohei grabbed Liu Qingshan's hand, stood up from the ground, and had to admit in his heart that he was definitely not this young man's opponent.

But he refused to be convinced, and muttered: "There are a lot of mountain products, and there are many people who pick the mountains, and the commune didn't give us Dingjiagou land."

This is true, if Liu Qingshan hadn't drawn up a plan, it is estimated that the resources in the forest would have been excessively consumed, and within a few years, there would be nothing to harvest.

Those people in Dingjiagou also started to chatter: "That's right, we don't cultivate land in our village, and we live by mining mountains every year. Now all the brigades are going up the mountain to compete with us for food. Then we Are you still alive?"

This makes sense, it's not all about the other party's messing around, there is still a difference between the mountain people and the villagers below, the mountains are full of ditches, and there is no way to farm.

Now that the mountain goods have suddenly become valuable, and more and more people are robbing food, their life is not easy.

Liu Qingshan also understood this truth, a sudden idea came to his mind, and a smile immediately appeared on the corner of his mouth:

"Brother Hei, and everyone in Dingjiagou, there is actually a kind of mountain product that is most suitable for you to harvest. Even the old and young in your village will do this job sitting on a small bench."

When the mountain people in Dingjiagou heard this, they discussed again:

"What are you talking about?"

"If it's as light as you said, you can't just sit and make money. If there is such a good thing, why don't you do it yourself?"

"With no hair on the mouth, you can't do things well."

The villagers on the Jiapigou side were not happy when they heard it. They usually trust Liu Qingshan so much that no one is allowed to question him.

Liu Qingshan was not annoyed at all: "Of course there is such a good thing. What I just said is ground vegetables. This thing is most suitable for you people in the mountains to pick. When you get up in the morning, take a walk around, and you can pick a basket by yourself and go home. Don't delay eating."

Dirt vegetables?

Of course the mountain people in Dingjiagou knew about it, but something seemed wrong.

The tuft of hair just now was the first to react, and yelled loudly:

"The ground vegetables you mentioned don't even exist in the purchase catalogue. We'll work hard to pick them up, but no one will take them back. What are you tired of, silly boy?"

That's right, the others just reacted, and the crowd was furious immediately, and they all surrounded Liu Qingshan: "Why are you so peaceful, kid?"

Liu Qingshan didn't panic at all: "If others don't accept it, I will accept it."

"Which onion and garlic are you?"

This guy with a pinch of hair really has a stinky mouth.

"Our wild vegetable factory in Jiapigou is run by Brother Qingshan!"

The children all shouted, in their minds, Brother Qingshan was an idol, and no one was allowed to question him.

Yizhuomao blinked and blinked. They also heard about the wild vegetable factory in Jiapigou. In the past few days, some mountain people went to the wild vegetable factory to sell mountain products.

In this way, it is really possible to collect land vegetables.

So, a dry smile came out of this guy's face immediately: "Hey, what's the purchase price? It's really troublesome to pick up land vegetables."

Liu Qingshan smiled: "The price is at least double that of black fungus."

What, so valuable!

Those mountain people in Dingjiagou have bright eyes, and the average cost of fungus is ten yuan a catty. That doesn't mean that the dried fungus can be sold for 20 yuan.

My mother, this is the rhythm of getting rich!

For the people at the bottom of the mountain, it may be a bit difficult to pick the ground vegetables, but for them mountain people, just like what Liu Qingshan said just now, they can pick a basket when they get up early and take a walk.

A pinch of hair was even more open-eyed and smiled: "Brother, thank you for showing us a way to get rich in Dingjiagou. When you have time, go to our place, and I will treat you well."

He seemed to be the leader of the group, and after a few polite words with Liu Qingshan, he waved his hand:

"Let's go, let's go back and give up the forest here to our friends in Jiapigou."

Ding Laohei, who was fighting just now, still said in a low voice: "I haven't had a fight with that little guy just now, let's make some gestures later."

A bunch of hair jumped up and slapped him on the back of the head, lecturing:

"Old Hei, you have the strength to fight, can you pick more ground vegetables!"

The big black man scratched the back of his head: "It seems to make sense, let's go."

After walking two steps, he turned back and waved his hand at Liu Qingshan: "Your name is Qingshan, right? Someday I will ask you to drink, you are better than me."

Watching a large group of mountain people in Dingjiagou disappear into the forest, Liu Qingshan also smiled and waved: "Let's not be idle."

But the villagers were a little worried: "Qingshan, can you sell the vegetables you collect from the land?"

Two balls of tender grass were stuffed into Zhang Dashuai's nose and eyes, and he spoke in a low voice: "The purchase price is still so high, we can't be spoiled by those guys from Dingjiagou."

"It's okay, everyone, don't worry, I will definitely find a market." Liu Qingshan thought about the phone call from his French friend Leo in the village a few days ago, and he felt very confident in his heart.

He was still in the capital at the time, and the old party secretary answered the phone. It took a lot of effort, and it was not until an interpreter was invited over there that the communication was understood.

Since Aoyama said so, of course everyone believed it, so they continued to work.

Liu Qingshan saw that Zhang Dashuai's face was still covered with blood, so he asked him to find a place to wash it off.

Dashuai Zhang didn't care either: "It's nothing, let's go home and take a shower together."

Taking a shower is also a rule established by Jiapigou: No matter how tired you are when you go home from picking mountains, you have to take a shower to prevent bugs from parasitizing your body.

Da Zhang Luo next to him laughed and joked: "Marshal, your appearance now looks like Wu Dalang has just been poisoned by Pan Jinlian, and the seven orifices are bleeding."

Taking Wu Dalang as an issue again, Zhang Dashuai couldn't bear it, of course: "Believe it or not, I also punched you on the nose, turning you into Guan Gong's face!"