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

Liu Wenshan laughed and scolded, "You have a keen nose. It is indeed something new. Anyway, neither of us has eaten it before. You can take a whole bite, but only one bite. Be alert at night. This is such a big workshop."

"Okay, I know what I'm doing." The big monk waved his hand, then carried his precious jar of wine into the kitchen.

Seeing that they didn’t even have a table and were eating directly on the fire, the big monk grinned.

"Wow! This is really convenient, but it smells nice."

"If there is no pot for cooking mushrooms, we can only cook them on the fire pit. Next time I will bring a boiler. It will be more convenient to use that."

Su Ziling said as he scooped a bowl of dried mushroom fried rice for each of them, "Here, try this."

The monk had never seen dried mushrooms before. Looking at the black substance on the rice that looked like pine bark, he was puzzled and said, "This... Life is so difficult that we have to eat tree bark?"

Liu Wenshan's mouth twitched, "Hurry up and sit down, this is mushroom, not tree bark, eating it won't stop you from eating."

Mushrooms were cooking in the gong pot on the fire, and chicken soup was bubbling. Su Ziling took out another bowl to make soup.

She started frying the mushrooms before making the rice, and by now, they were already fully cooked.

"Hmm, this fried rice is quite interesting!" After just one bite, the monk's eyes lit up.

The meat of the dried mushroom is dry and crisp, with a strong aroma of cured meat. This taste is hard to associate it with its dry appearance.

"How can it not be delicious? This mushroom is made from the pine bark you mentioned, and it's thirty cents a pound." Liu Wenshan took a sip of wine and two bites of rice, and he was completely intoxicated by the fragrance.

His face was full of satisfaction, and his eyes were narrowed.

"Thirty cents?" The monk was stunned for a moment, then took two more bites, "Then I have to eat more, I won't have this chance next time."

"By the way, is this soup the same as the mushroom hotpot?"

"Yes," Su Ziling nodded, "This is much fresher than the ones sold in the restaurant. The ones sold in the restaurant are all mixed mushrooms, and the ones we eat include Alpinia hortensis and Cibotium barometz. Cibotium barometz is the freshest."

"Is it because it is the most poisonous?" Liu Wenshan suddenly said.

Su Ziling: "..."

"That's not wrong."

"What is that? Is it poisonous?" The monk blinked.

Su Ziling patiently explained, "If you don't know how to cook it, it will be poisonous. Since I dare to accept it, there must be a way to cook it." She emphasized: "It's unique."

After the meal, everyone was very full, especially Liu Wenshan and the other man. They touched their stomachs with satisfied looks, thinking that they could finally eat the mushroom hotpot they had longed for for a long time.

However, Su Ziling did not forget to remind them that if she was not around, they should not eat the green-scented grass by themselves, as it could easily lead to poisoning if not handled properly.

Liu Guilan waved her hands and said no. Zhu Yu lived in the same courtyard with them. She still remembered how the family was poisoned, so she didn't dare to eat anything by herself.

That night, thinking about the mushrooms in the yard, Liu Wenshan didn't dare to fall asleep. He and the big monk took turns, one guarding the first half of the night and the other guarding the second half, for fear that someone would sneak in and steal the mushrooms.

He didn't know how much these mushrooms cost, but it must be a lot, after all, there were so many of them.

I was thinking to myself that I would get a dog tomorrow so that it would be the first to notice any disturbance.

The next morning, they killed a chicken, set off firecrackers, and offered sacrifices to the mountain god, and the workshop started working.

There were fifteen people. The younger ones washed the mushrooms, the older ones cut them, and Liu Guilan was in charge of making the fried mushroom sauce.

The seasonings such as Su Ziling are all pre-prepared, only the onions, ginger and garlic are freshly cut.

She just needs to control the heat and add the seasonings when the mushrooms are almost fried.

Su Ziling didn't stay long. She only stayed for five days, and then left after seeing that the workshop was running normally.

With Su Guangbai in charge, Liu Guilan as the chef, and Master Liu and the big monk watching over the place, there's nothing to worry about.

During this period, she cooked mushrooms for them in various ways, such as stir-fried mushrooms with dried peppers, stir-fried horse chestnuts, roasted green-headed mushrooms, etc. She made everything she could think of for everyone, and she knew every way to eat mushrooms.

After leaving Dingshan Village, she went to Santiaogou, where Su Yonghe was. He was the person Su Ziling was least worried about, after all, he was the one who managed the two workshops at home in the past two years.

The one who cooked was the eldest daughter-in-law of my third uncle's family. Originally, they wanted to ask someone else to come, but my third uncle and his family were worried about someone else cooking. They thought that the stove was so important, how could they teach it to an outsider, so they just let her come along.

When Su Ziling arrived here, the workshop was already operating normally and had produced seventy or eighty jars of mushroom jam.

Su Yonghe personally taught the villagers how to identify mushrooms, ordered jars, and handled other boilers, which really saved Su Ziling a lot of worry.

The news of picking mushrooms spread from one person to another, from one village to another. Soon, people came to learn how to identify mushrooms, and then came from far away to bring them over.

Su Yonghe was also in charge, his aunt was the chef, and there were two old soldiers watching over the place. Su Ziling saw that there was nothing to do, so he stayed for two days and then left.

Going to the next workshop, I didn't spend much time on other workshops because the people in charge were all found by Twenty.

He said they could be absolutely trusted because these people were his former brothers. Su Ziling had also met them before. They were very young, but had some disabilities to some extent.

Some have only one hand, some have a limp, and some even have injured eyes. Although they have physical defects, they are all very capable and extremely smart.

In addition, with an aunt from the village cooking, Su Ziling only needed to stay and teach everyone how to recognize mushrooms.

After two or three days of teaching, she had almost recognized all of them. She didn't dare to delay any longer and moved on to the next one.

Due to time constraints this year, she only had time to add fifteen workshops. There are still many villages and counties that have not been covered. She is thinking about next year, and starting preparations early, so that the entire Nanning Prefecture can be covered with workshops.

In those villages without workshops, people only heard about the sale of mushrooms through visiting relatives or returning to their mother's home.

Many people come back to learn how to identify mushrooms, and when they are familiar with them, they go back to the village to pick them. The distance is a bit far, but as long as they can sell them for money, distance is not a problem for them.

I’ll pick them today, and get up before dawn tomorrow, carrying two baskets of mushrooms to the nearest village to sell.

It is a bit hard, but you can still make a lot of money.

After inspecting all the workshops, she returned to Yongchang County and the mushroom hotpot restaurant. It was the mushroom season and the restaurant was packed with people. There was no room for everyone to sit down. Even the restaurant next door started selling mushroom hotpot.

The mushrooms for the restaurant are delivered from various villages every day, so they are relatively fresh. The people who deliver the mushrooms are also in their twenties, some are old, some are young, and some are skilled in martial arts.

Su Ziling simply bought a few mules to pull things and had them escort them.

Su Yongan became busier, his abacus clattering noisily, but the smile on his face became brighter.

"How many people? Dried mushroom rice, or horseradish rice? Or mushroom hotpot? You'll have to wait for hotpot, as there's no room for the moment. Rice bowls can be ordered in the lobby..."

As soon as he looked up, he saw Su Ziling standing in front of him and instantly burst out laughing.

"How did you come?"

Su Ziling raised his eyebrows, with a playful look in his eyes, "Shopkeeper Su, are you busy?"