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A dozen wooden stakes harvested two small baskets of fresh fungus, and then the big head became worried: "Sanfenger, it's not sunny today, can't it be dried?"

If the harvested fungus is not dried in time, it will be broken after a day or two. At this time, there is no serious drying equipment, so the output of mountain products is very limited.

Liu Qingshan pondered for a while and said: "Then it can only be dried on the kang head, after all it can't be ruined."

Thinking about the continuous rain these days, it is estimated that the mushrooms and fungus on the mountain have grown crazy. Should we organize everyone to go to the mountain to pick them?

If you want to eat it at home, when you go up the mountain in the future, it is enough to pick some by the way.

However, what Liu Qingshan wanted was to collect in large quantities and then sell them in a centralized manner. The biggest problem is: there is no good sales channel.

Although the buying station also accepts mountain goods, but the price is too low, it's just a hard-earned money.

Last time, the counterfeit Hong Kong businessman provided a good project, but it was a counterfeit.

Channel, channel, channel is king.

Liu Qingshan was also not sure, if he mobilized many people to go up the mountain, and finally the things he worked so hard to get back were worthless, he would be sorry to everyone.

When he got home, he lifted up the kang mat. The surface of the kang was covered with a layer of newspaper, just to put the fungus on it.

Leave a part of it aside, boil it thoroughly in the pot, put some cabbage at noon, stir-fry and eat, it is very fragrant!

When school was over at noon, the fourth and fifth children came back cheerfully, babbling, talking about how beautiful Teacher Yang wrote, how beautiful Teacher Yang sang, Teacher Yang...

By the way, I also sent some fungus to Grandpa and Yang Hongying to try something new.

Liu Qingshan took a plate of blanched fungus and went to his grandfather's house.

As soon as he went out, he saw Si Huzi and Er Mangzi, supporting Yang Hongying from left to right, walking slowly back, Liu Qingshan greeted: "Teacher Yang, you have worked hard!"

Yang Hongying was really struggling. After all, she was the only teacher in the school, and she was still in the double-entry class, and she hadn't rested in the classroom all morning.

The so-called compound class was also a characteristic product at that time, that is, children of different grades were gathered in one classroom and taught by one teacher.

For example: first teach new lessons to the lower grade students, then ask them to write exercises, and then give lectures to the middle grade children, and the two groups take turns.

Tired is a little tired, but Yang Hongying is in a good mood. Such a day makes her feel extremely fulfilled.

"What a beautiful fungus, is it wild? It's very expensive in our place."

Seeing the plate in Liu Qingshan's hand, Yang Hongying blinked and said.

"The fungus is a hair product. Your foot is injured and you can't eat it. I gave it to my grandparents."

Liu Qingshan said seriously, and couldn't help but move in his heart: That's right, Teacher Yang is from a big city. I wonder if there is a channel?

"Go back, Zhang Chang, Zhang He, thank you."

Yang Hongying sent Si Huzi and Er Mangzi back, and it was the first time that Liu Qingshan knew the size of these two little guys.

The little boy walked away happily, and Yang Hongying glanced at Liu Qingshan: "Sanfenger, you are taking revenge, blame me for kicking you out of the classroom in the morning, don't you, Sanfenger..."

This girl must have done it on purpose, how can someone even pull a long voice on purpose.

Liu Qingshan shook his head secretly, this woman is not easy to deceive when she is older, but a little girl like Zheng Xiaoxiao is easier to deceive.

Stepped forward to help Yang Hongying into the house, grandma was cooking by the pot, she took the plate from Liu Qingshan's hand with a smile, but greeted Yang Hongying:

"Hongying, you're tired, go inside and rest your legs, let's have dinner right away."

"Grandma, I'm not tired."

Yang Hongying's tone was a bit coquettish, and she even cast a provocative glance at Liu Qingshan.

Liu Qingshan also cooperated, and couldn't help muttering: "Who is the kiss?"

Grandma laughed happily and called them into the house. There were more furnishings in the house, and it seemed that they all belonged to Yang Hongying.

Liu Qingshan helped to put the kang table on, and took the porcelain jug, and boiled a couple of drinks for Grandpa.

It's rainy and cool, so it's better to warm the liquor.

While he was busy, he chatted with Yang Hongying: "Mr. Yang, if these fungus mushrooms are shipped to the capital, will they sell well?"

"They are all good things, and money may not necessarily buy them."

Yang Hongying was not idle either, she limped and helped pick up the bowls and chopsticks.

"Teacher Yang, let it go and call Sanfeng'er."

Grandpa Liu Shikui said that he really likes this girl, maybe it's because his son used to be in this industry, right?

Liu Qingshan spread his hands towards Yang Hongying: "Why do I feel that my status is going down."

Yang Hongying pursed her lips and smiled. Here, she really has a kind of homely warmth.

Liu Shikui continued: "This mushroom fungus, we don't take it as a good thing here; but it's different in big cities."

"If you want me to tell you, people are also like this. As long as it is needed, they will naturally treat you as a treasure."

The old man's words obviously meant something, so Yang Hongying stopped laughing and sat on the edge of the kang, thinking about something quietly.

"It's time to eat, Sanfeng'er, you can eat here at noon."

Grandma brought the vegetables into the house, and Liu Qingshan was going to discuss with Yang Hongying about the distribution of mountain products, so he stayed.

Lunch is very simple, stewed beans, steamed cake on top, cornmeal, mixed with some white flour, it tastes sweet in the mouth.

There was also a plate of fried black fungus with Chinese cabbage, the color matched very brightly, Yang Hongying didn't say anything, but she didn't miss the fungus.

She is struggling in her heart now: if she is looking for a relationship, then selling fungus is definitely not a big deal.

But the consequence of doing this is that the family will definitely follow the vines and find this place, which is not what she hoped for.

Of course, Liu Qingshan could see that Yang Hongying had something on his mind, so he didn't mention it. In his plan, it would be best to sell these mountain products to Hong Kong Island. It would be even better if they could be exported. .

When Yang Hongying put down her chopsticks, she finally made up her mind: since she came to this impoverished small mountain village, she is a member of this place, and has the responsibility and obligation to help change the poor and backward life here.

She raised her eyes and stared at Liu Qingshan with shining eyes: "Xiao Shanzi, I used to know a friend from an island country. Their country likes to eat wild vegetables and fungi. When the day is off, I will go to the commune to make a call to see if I can eat it." Can't get in touch with her."

This is the best way Yang Hongying can think of, it won't disturb the family, and it can do something for the folks in Jiapigou.

"Okay, I'll carry you on Sunday!"

Liu Qingshan was a little excited. He knew that the past few years were the honeymoon period of diplomatic relations between the two countries, and the economic and trade exchanges were very frequent.

And what Yang Hongying said was right, the islanders had a morbid preference for wild vegetables and fungi.

"Sanfeng'er, I'm afraid of your bicycle."

After Yang Hongying finished talking about the business, she immediately changed her address and began to draw out her voice again.

Liu Qingshan was also full, so he put down his job and hurried to the field: "Well, I'm leaving first, and I will inform the villagers now that I will go to the mountains to pick mountain goods tomorrow."

Chapter 50 Into the Mountains

In the early morning, the air was exceptionally fresh. On the winding mountain road, a group of men with big baskets on their backs came.

The big baskets are more than one meter high. Everyone has a soil basket on their arm, a stick in their right hand, and long rain boots on their feet.

The humidity of the air is still very high, resulting in low-lying places, filled with white mist, strips, strips, walking through them, like stepping into a fairyland.

To the onlookers, the scene seemed poetic, even fairy-like.

But if you are one of them, you can appreciate the hardships.

There is a layer of low weeds on the mountain road, which is covered with dew. If you step on it, you will slip if you are not careful. If you don't have a wooden stick in your hand to support you, you can fall unconscious just by falling. myself.

Liu Qingshan was also in the team, walking cautiously.

It is indeed more dangerous to enter the mountain in this kind of weather. If you are not careful, you will roll down the hillside.

Pat, clack, Zhang Ganzi was also among them, but this guy didn't wear rain boots, and the shoes on his feet were already wet with dew, and he could catch toads in his shoes.

Moreover, the backpack on this guy is obviously a few sizes smaller than others.

However, it would be considered good if he could come, and the requirements should not be too high.

After finally climbing up the steep hill in front of them, everyone finally let out a long sigh of relief, unloaded their baskets one after another, rolled a cigarette, and took a rest.

Liu Qingshan took out a pack of cigarettes and sprinkled them around. There were also non-smokers, who smacked small pouches or rolled cigarettes by themselves.

As soon as Zhang Pole saw that there was something to be gained, he immediately pulled out two sticks, one in his mouth and the other in his ears.

The boss uncle next to him was a bit disrespectful: "Gaozi, you said that you live a life these days, and you don't even have a pair of rain boots at home, and you walk with a croaking board."

The croaking board is the kind of bamboo board that is played. Some people talk about quick writing, and some beg for food. According to the boss, it must be the latter.

Others also joined the critique meeting one after another. Zhang Dashuai had long thought that Zhang Ganzi's small pannier was not pleasing to the eye: "Damn it, Ganzi, my son went up the mountain with a pannier bigger than yours."

Zhang Ganzi blew a smoke ring out of his mouth: "You guys know how to bury me. If you give me a wife, I can carry it to Tiger Ridge!"

Tiger Ridge is the most precipitous ridge in this group of mountains, and it is said that there are really tigers in it.

Everyone also failed to recruit Zhang Ganzi, and Captain Zhang, who led the team, laughed and scolded: "Ganzi, you know how to carry your wife all day long, and you are about to become a pig!"

Among the favorite repertoire of the locals, there is "Zhu Bajie Arching the Ground", in which there is a scene where Zhu Bajie carries his wife on his back, and most people can hum a few words.

Zhang Ganzi chuckled: "Zhu Bajie, that's my idol."

After finishing speaking, he began to hum: "Zhu Bajie, laugh haha, bend down and carry a flower..."

After smoking a bag of cigarettes, the team continued to march, and Zhang Dashuai sang a model opera: "Crossing the forest and crossing the snowfield, soaring into the sky!"

This is a classic aria from the modern Peking Opera "Taking Tiger Mountain by Outsmart", and it tells the story of bandit suppression that happened in the Northeast, so everyone is familiar with it.

The further you go, the more bushy and wobbly the forest will be. If someone you don't know comes in, you will definitely get lost.

Especially in this gloomy weather, if you can't see the sun, it's easier to "get lost in the mountains".

Lost mountain is what the old people say, that is, if you become dizzy in the mountain, you will never want to get out of the forest for the rest of your life, and you will end up trapped in the mountain to death.

Of course, there are more superstitious sayings, that is, because you did not obey the rules when you entered the mountain, the mountain god always blamed you and imposed punishment on you.

A more scientific explanation is that getting lost in the woods, the mental stimulation was too great, which led to a mental breakdown.

Of course, it is also possible to inhale harmful poisonous gas or eat poisonous plants by mistake, to have hallucinations and so on.

In short, the lost mountain is very scary, so except for those skilled and daring hunters or mountain runners, few people will go up the mountain alone.

Even if you go up the mountain in groups, you will often shout to each other, so as not to get lost, so singing a ditty is definitely not to be idle, but to connect with your companions.

In addition, it can also alert the wild animals in the forest, so as to avoid the two sides meeting on a narrow road. Generally speaking, wild animals are still more afraid of people.

This is also the reason why woodcutters in the mountains like to sing folk songs.

After Zhang Dashuai finished singing a section, Liu Qingshan saw that no one said anything, so he sang a section of the song.

Of course, the woods are not suitable for singing rock and roll, so Liu Qingshan hummed very appropriately:

"The geese are flying south, the geese are flying south, the geese are singing and the sound is heartbreaking. Don't wait for today to go, I'm already looking forward to the return of spring..."

Everyone was also fascinated by the song. This song is from the movie "Returning Heart Like an Arrow", and it is also about the Northeast Anti-Japanese War.

Some of the villagers have seen this movie. Think back to the birch forest in it, isn’t it just the same as before?

If you haven't seen the movie, most of you have heard of it.

That's right, listening to movies.

Because in the radio at that time, a magical program called "Movie Recording and Editing" would be played.

After Liu Qingshan finished singing, everyone strongly urged him to do another one. Anyway, he was idle, so it was a forest concert. Liu Qingshan sang one after another.

In the end, he was forced to give up, and even sang classic songs like the little girl picking mushrooms, but he slightly changed the lyrics and changed it into: Mushroom picking gentlemen.

Accompanied by loud singing, everyone walked in the forest. Now they are walking through secondary forest, which is the natural forest that grows after felling.

If you enter the real primeval forest, it will be even more terrifying. It can really be described as not seeing the sun, and there are many ferocious beasts in the forest.

Wild boars, black blinds, etc. are all common. The worst thing is when you meet a big brown bear, a big slap can slap half of a person's face.

In addition, there are top hunters in the forest such as lynx, Far Eastern leopard, and Siberian tiger, so very few people dare to drill indiscriminately in the virgin forest.

After traveling for more than ten miles and walking for two and a half hours, it was after eight o'clock in the morning that we finally reached our destination.

When people see a small wooden house appearing on a gentle slope in front of them, they really feel like they are at home.

"Dumb, dumb, here we come!"

This bastard Zhang Ganzi yelled indiscriminately. In fact, according to his seniority, the ranger Zhang Dumb was from his uncle's generation.

After shouting a few times, but there was no movement, Zhang Ganzi ran directly to the wooden house.

There is a local name for this kind of cabin, it is called "woodcut lenght".