Whose farming family has the male protagonist giving three piglets as a gift at the beginning?

"Master Liu, where did you pick them up? Do you have any more?" Su Ziling didn't dare to imagine how well these mushrooms would sell in a restaurant.

"The ones that were picked up from below are gone!" Liu Wenshan pointed in a direction. "I just heard them fighting over there for mushrooms. Each person gets one. I think there are more over there. Let's go over there and take a look."

The two of them sneaked over and deliberately avoided some areas, running ahead of those people. Unexpectedly, this half of the mountain was really the nest of dry mushrooms.

The mushrooms were very big, like flowers, and not far from each other. Looking at these mushrooms and listening to the sounds below, the two men didn't even have time to clear the weeds and pine needles, and just used sickles to cut them.

After harvesting, they packed up the fruits. No one in the group was willing to go down the mountain. When the baskets were full, they would run back to change them. Some would even call the idle people at home to come over.

The sun was about to set, and Su Ziling and his friends' large flower baskets were almost full. Seeing that no one was about to leave, the two of them had no choice but to go back early.

Before leaving, Su Ziling was worried and gave a few more instructions, "Don't pick up mushrooms you don't recognize. Just pick the ones I taught you to recognize today. If you take them home to eat, eat the ones you usually eat. If you don't know how to cook the ones I taught you today, don't eat them, otherwise they will react with other things (chemical reaction, poisonous)."

"Hey, Miss Su, don't worry. We will just pick up the ones you taught us to recognize. You can go back quickly. We will pick up some more and come back when the sun goes down."

Those people didn't even look up at her, but just kept talking while picking up the things.

"Don't be too late. You have to come here tonight to deliver the mushrooms, and you have to go to work tomorrow." Su Ziling gave a final reminder and then walked back.

In fact, even if Su Ziling hadn't told them, they wouldn't have eaten it. These mushrooms were worth five cents per pound, so how could they bear to eat them?

When they got home, Liu Guilan and her husband had already refilled the boiler and cleaned the house.

When the workshop was built, four rooms were built next to it. One room was for Liu Guilan and her husband to live in, one was for Master Liu and the monk, one was left for Su Ziling, and the remaining one was a warehouse.

"Wow, you picked so many?" The big monk was sitting at the door guarding, while Liu Guilan and her husband were picking the mushrooms that Grandpa Liu had brought back in advance in the yard.

Seeing Su Ziling and the others coming back, they quickly got up and came over to take it. Seeing such a huge basket of mushrooms, they couldn't stop smiling.

"There are quite a lot of chicken mushrooms here, but they are a bit thin, not as good as the ones in Zhengjiazhuang. The ones there are very thick and the stems are thicker." Liu Guilan said as she took the basket.

Su Ziling smiled and said, "They are different species. The one sent by Mr. Zheng is the big yellow chicken mushroom, and these are the black-headed chicken mushroom and the white-headed chicken mushroom. These two are only this big, so they are naturally not as big as the big yellow chicken mushroom, but the taste is the same."

There was a table beside the yard with a teapot and several cups on it. Su Ziling first poured a cup for Liu Wenshan and then poured his own.

"Master Liu, have some tea."

Su Ziling sat at the table, looking at the two people who were picking mushrooms, "Aunt Liu, have you ordered the jars?"

"I've ordered it. Don't worry. I went with your second uncle and brought Uncle Qin with me. The price is the same as Old Wang's. I don't know how many mushrooms there are, so I ordered 200 first. They are already in the house."

Uncle Qin is the big monk. His surname is Qin and his name is Qin Tian. The couple both call him uncle.

Liu Guilan poured out all the mushrooms in the big flower basket. She was dumbfounded when she saw the dry mushrooms that looked like flowers and the clumps of horse chestnut bubbles at the bottom.

"Xiao Qing, what kind of fungi are these? We don't seem to have seen them over there."

Su Ziling nodded, "Yes, that is the horse fart bubble. Actually we have some over there, but they are few and small, so not many people pick them up. That one, the most beautiful one is the dried mushroom. It is the most expensive. We don't have it over there. It costs thirty cents per pound."

Su Ziling made a three with his hands while speaking. Liu Guilan was so frightened that she stuttered, "Three, thirty cents?"

"So expensive? Even more expensive than chicken mushrooms!"

"Yes, let's have mushroom hotpot tonight, and make a bowl of dried mushroom fried rice."

When Liu Guilan heard Su Ziling say that he wanted to make mushroom hotpot, she quickly stood up and said, "Then shall I go to the village and buy a chicken?"

"Okay, I'll take care of the mushrooms first. Do you have any cold rice? If not, I'll have to cook."

"Yes, I usually cook more in the morning, enough for the whole day." Liu Guilan said as she went into the kitchen to light the fire. Now she would boil water, and when she came back later she would kill the chicken and scald the chicken feathers directly.

Boil some water, wash your hands, wipe the water off your hands and go out.

Su Ziling called her, gave her fifty cents and asked her to buy a chicken.

Dried mushrooms are delicious, but very difficult to clean. You have to tear them off one by one and wash them, otherwise you will chew on stones and soil if you don’t wash them thoroughly.

Liu Guilan came back quickly, and Liu Wenshan took the chicken and took care of it. Liu Guilan and her husband continued to pick mushrooms, while Su Ziling went into the house to prepare chicken soup.

The soup was left hanging, the mushrooms were cut and placed aside, and as soon as the cold rice was scooped out, someone came to hand in the mushrooms.

Su Ziling had no choice but to put down his things and come out to collect the mushrooms. Liu Guilan and her husband were responsible for sorting them, and the most important thing was to see if there were any that were not kept.

Su Ziling was in charge of weighing the mushrooms and paying for them. Dried mushrooms were 30 wen per pound, green mushrooms and porcini mushrooms were 8 wen per pound, and miscellaneous mushrooms were the cheapest, at 5 wen per pound.

After handing over the mushrooms, everyone took the money and went home happily. Even their steps became lighter. Even while eating, they said that they wished it was daytime so that they could go up the mountain to continue picking mushrooms.

Some even told their wives that they should get up early the next day and go up the mountain to collect trash with the whole family, leaving only one person at home to cook. After dinner, they would go to another mountain to continue collecting trash in the afternoon.

Of course, when Su Ziling gave them the money, he did not forget to tell them to sort the mushrooms according to their species next time they delivered them.

Put the green mushrooms where you see them, put the porcini mushrooms where you see them, there are many kinds of mushrooms, you can put them all together, the rest are dry mushrooms, next time you pick them up you must clean up the pine hairs, otherwise one, they will not look good, and the other is to weigh you down.

After seeing the villagers off, it was already completely dark and the mushrooms were piled under the eaves.

Su Ziling lit the oil lamp and the chicken soup was left on the fire for an hour. It tasted just right.

She boiled the mushrooms and then fried the dried mushrooms into fried rice.

"Second Uncle, Master Liu, it's time to eat!"

"Coming, coming!" Liu Wenshan responded, and walked to the door and shouted, "Old bald donkey, didn't you hear me calling for dinner? If you are not enthusiastic about eating, you have wasted your big head."

The combined age of the two is over a hundred years old, but they are still as harsh as children in their words.

"Come on, come on, I'm not deaf!" The big monk rolled his eyes and sniffed gently, "Eh? What are we having tonight? It smells a bit good. I'll go get some wine and we can have a drink together."