Reborn in the 60s and adopted

Uncle Tang jogged all the way and it took him about 20 minutes to find the village chief who was squatting at the door eating lunch.

"Uncle village chief, huh~huh~I...I finally found you." Uncle Tang San.

"What's the matter? Sit down and take a rest, catch your breath first." said the village chief.

Uncle Tang San followed the instructions and sat on the doorstep next to the village chief, resting for about a minute.

"Uncle, what do you think about growing mushrooms in our village?" asked Uncle Tang San.

"Ah," the village chief looked at him in surprise.

"It was my daughter Meimei who told me about it. She said we can grow mushrooms in our village. It's very simple and the mushrooms will grow quickly. Both the old and the children in the village can grow them. The mushrooms will grow in about two months!" said Uncle Tang.

"Really?" The village chief stood up in surprise.

"Well, we just need to free up a room in the house and keep the temperature high." Uncle Tang.

"However, although our village has a smaller population than other villages, the number of houses is also limited, and each household has a large population. Some even have several brothers living in one room. It is really difficult to free up a room." The village chief looked embarrassed.

"Then you won't grow them?" Uncle Tang frowned. "I said that if the mushrooms are grown well, I will go to the supply and marketing cooperative to discuss cooperation."

Uncle Tang was a little disappointed.

"Hey, kid, I didn't say I wouldn't plant it, but you have this expression." The village chief tapped Uncle Tang on the head with his chopsticks.

"Uh, uncle, you've hit me so many times today." Uncle Tang pretended to be aggrieved.

"What? Do you dare to resist?" The village chief snorted and silently warned himself not to do it next time, otherwise he would be beaten stupidly and no one would give him any advice.

"I dare not, I dare not, uncle. Didn't you just say you wouldn't plant it? Then it does mean we have to plant it. What are the rules?" asked Uncle Tang.

"You ask me?" The village chief looked at him.

"Ah." Uncle Tang thought to himself, who should I ask if he doesn't ask you?

"Your own daughter came up with the idea, so of course you should ask her. Wait for me to put the bowl away." After saying this, the village chief took the bowl and went to the kitchen.

"Boss, there is still rice in the pot." When the village chief's wife saw him come back, she thought he was not full.

"I won't eat anymore, you guys eat." The village chief put the bowl on the stove and prepared to go out.

The village chief's wife saw him about to go out, so she quickly put down her bowl and followed him out.

"Oh, isn't this the third brother?" The village chief's wife saw Uncle Tang standing at the gate and thought to herself that it was no wonder that her old man was so anxious.

"Aunt." Uncle Tang greeted her.

"Hey, do you have something to talk to your uncle about?" asked the village chief's wife.

"Yeah," replied Uncle Tang.

"Old Third, let me ask you something." As soon as the village chief's wife said this, the village chief and Uncle Tang San both looked at her.

The village chief's wife asked with gritted teeth.

"Third brother, can you ask your older brother to join your bamboo weaving team as well?" The village chief's wife asked with a look that threatened to hit him.

"Old woman, you are just trying to make something to say." The village chief scolded urgently.

"I... why don't I have anything to say?" The village chief's wife said in a low voice.

She also knew that it was Tang Lao San who suggested setting up this weaving team, and the main workers were those who knew a little about bamboo weaving.

Her son didn't know how to do anything except farming, and at that time he hired people from poor families to work for him.

Although she had to hand it over to the brigade, she could still get a lot. She also hoped to earn more, as there were several people in her family to feed.

"You, you still have something to say." The village chief was so angry that he wanted to take action.

Uncle Tang San quickly stopped him.

"Uncle, let my eldest brother go to the bamboo weaving team. Those families can get a lot of money every month now. Our family is well-off and can have food to eat." Uncle Tang said quickly.

"Then your brother doesn't know anything." The village chief also wanted his family to have some income, but his two sons were very honest people. At the beginning, he asked them to be carpentry apprentices. He did odd jobs for three years and learned the skills, but then he came back. He was almost mad at himself.

"It's okay. I'll take him. But only one brother can go first. Recently, there is just enough work for the bamboo weaving team. When the supply and marketing cooperative provides more work in the future, I'll let the other brother come." Uncle Tang said.

"Okay, let your eldest brother come first, and I'll go in and tell him." The village chief's wife was about to go into the house in a hurry.

"Uncle, ask my brother to come over tomorrow morning." Tang San's uncle wanted to call his aunt. But his aunt ran away, so he had to tell the village chief uncle.

"Okay. Third brother, thank you uncle for this time," the village chief thanked him a little embarrassedly.

"What's the big deal? I would have mentioned it this time even if my aunt hadn't mentioned it. Now that the weaving team is in order, I can also lead my brothers. Besides, it's not right that outsiders can make money while our own people can only eat steamed buns." Uncle Tang was very grateful to the village chief. Without his uncle, he would not have been able to organize a bamboo weaving team, nor would he have done so well in the Bayi Brigade.

"I won't say much to express my gratitude. I've kept it in mind. Let's go to your house." The village chief put his own affairs aside and wanted to implement the mushroom cultivation in the village.

The two of them hurried towards Tang Mei's house.

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When they got home, Tang Mei, the two educated youths and Aunt Tang were chatting and laughing at the dinner table.

When Aunt Tang San saw the village chief coming, she immediately stood up and started to greet him.

"Uncle Village Chief, you're here. Have you eaten?" Aunt Tang San turned around and brought the food she had just left for Uncle Tang San to the table.

"Oh. Third brother's wife, I've eaten, so don't bother me anymore." After saying that, the village chief sat down on the stool and stared at Tang Mei closely, as if he was afraid that he would run away.

"Grandpa Village Chief, why are you looking at me?" Tang Mei felt a little scared when she saw the way the village chief looked at her.

"Well, I heard from your father that you suggested growing mushrooms in the village. Can mushrooms be grown?" The village chief asked her curiously. He had been picking mushrooms in the jungle since he was a child, but he didn't know they could be grown.

After the village chief finished speaking, he received four pairs of curious eyes.

Tang Mei said it immediately.

"Grandpa village chief, I heard this from someone by chance one day. Mushrooms can be grown by mixing them with corn stalks or corn hearts, and the growth cycle is relatively long. You can harvest a batch in 20 days or so." Tang Mei swallowed after she finished speaking. She was a little nervous facing those curious faces.

"What about the details? Can corn stalks really be grown?" the village chief asked anxiously. He doubted how a 5-year-old could know so much, but he wanted the village to be better, and Tang Mei was close to the people in the Youth Institute, so maybe he heard someone mention it and figured it out himself.

"Yes, it's mycelium. We can go to the mountains and forests to find it. But in that case, the varieties of mushrooms will be very diverse, and the time and experience of management will be different. If our village wants to grow it on a large scale, it's best to only grow one variety."

Tang Mei recalled that in her previous life, her hometown only grew white mushrooms. She knew how to grow them, but she was too young and couldn't find out where she learned it. Also, relying on the advanced technology of later generations, the humidity and temperature requirements are very high. In this era, it still needs to be grown well.

After hearing what Tang Mei said, the village chief began to worry again. Apart from the commune, the farthest he had been was the county. Where could he find the same mycelium?

"Meimei, what should we do with the mycelium? And no one in the village knows how to grow it. What should we do?" Uncle Tang also became worried after hearing this.

"Uncle, isn't there an Academy of Agricultural Sciences in our county?" Tang Mei asked. She remembered that the very first mycelium in her previous life was cultivated by the Academy of Agricultural Sciences. Of course, some old farmers could cultivate mycelium by themselves, but they all bought them in their village.

"I haven't noticed this either." The village chief stroked his few white beards with a bit of worry. He used to go to the county for meetings, and he never went to the county to save money. Now he regretted not going there.

"Then let's go to the county ourselves. If there is an agricultural science academy, we can ask them if they have mycelium. If not, we can think of other ways." Tang Mei said.

"That's the only way. Third brother, I'll write you a letter of introduction later and you can go to the county tomorrow." The village chief made the final decision. He hoped that there would be some kind of livelihood in the village so that everyone could survive.

"Okay." Uncle Tang agreed immediately.

"Grandpa Village Chief, I want to go too. I know mushrooms." Tang Mei said, raising her hand.

"Okay." The village chief agreed.

Pei Yanyan and Wang Ran looked at each other. They also wanted to go to the county to take a look.

"Uncle Village Chief, can we go together? Maybe we can help Comrade Tang." Wang Ran asked.

The village chief hesitated for a moment. He looked at the two girls. They didn't care about the height anyway. They knew a lot of words and could really help the third child.

"Okay. I'll write letters of introduction to all four of you later. But when you go out, don't ruin our village's affairs," said the village chief.

"Don't worry, Uncle Village Chief, we will be obedient."

"Okay, that's settled. I'm leaving first." The village chief was very worried. It all depended on whether they could find the mycelium.