Beiyin Great Sage

  Chapter 515 Picking Mushrooms

  If you have money, you can buy food;

   If there is something to eat, you don’t have to suffer from hunger, you can fill your stomach;

  As long as you fill your stomach, you can recover your physical strength and continue to pass the level;

   If you pass the level successfully, you will be able to join the Lin Family Martial Arts Academy and have the opportunity to practice real martial arts!

so,

   In the final analysis, we still have to make money!

  The way to make money is right in front of you, don't miss it.

   The drizzle began to fall at noon, and it became more and more urgent. In the afternoon, not only did it not stop, but it turned into a downpour, covering all directions.

   "One porridge is missing."

  Ergou rubbed his belly, complaining:

   "All the porridge stalls have been closed."

   There are two porridge bowls a day, and it becomes one because of the rain.

   "Don't talk nonsense." Aunt Bai clasped her hands together, knelt on the ground and murmured:

   "God must have his own ideas. We should be grateful. With this heavy rain, I don't know how many people can be saved."

  Uncle Zheng didn't say a word, but squatted at the door in a daze.

   Zhou Yi understood his feelings very well.

  During three years of severe drought, countless people begged God for rain and dew, but the result was that their wives and children became refugees.

  Seeing the heavy rain, but not in the hometown, the mood must be very complicated.

   "Qizhou..."

   After a long time, Uncle Zheng bowed his head and whispered, the soundtrack sighed:

   "The land is fertile, fertile and productive. It's really a good place. It would be great if we could settle down here and start a business."

  …

  The next day.

   After the rain, the sky cleared.

  Early mixed in the porridge team to fill their stomachs, and a group of people carried the prepared bamboo baskets and cloth pockets and headed towards the mountains in the south of the city.

   Tens of thousands of refugees are moving forward, looking down from a high altitude, it looks like countless ant colonies connected in a line.

  "Mushrooms grow in dark and humid places, mostly on a few roots or on rotten wood. Do not pick colorful mushrooms, they are poisonous."

  Uncle Zheng exhorted in a low voice:

   "Grandma He next door said that the most common mushrooms in the mountains are straw mushrooms, pine mushrooms, and flat-headed cloud mushrooms. Among them, dried pine mushrooms are the most expensive."

   "There are also relatively rare tiger's palm mushrooms, matsutake, and ganoderma..."

   "Ganoderma lucidum is also from the mountains?" Er Gou's eyes lit up:

   "The kind of Ganoderma lucidum that can become immortal after eating?"

   "What are you thinking?" Uncle Zheng laughed:

   "If it is so easy to be a god, there will be gods in the mountains, but the Ganoderma lucidum is very valuable, and one plant can sell for dozens of dollars."

   "Pick one plant, and you don't have to worry about it for half a month!"

   Dozens of big money for one plant!

   Hearing this, Er Gou wished he could grow a few more legs, so he ran to the mountains quickly, and picked a few Ganoderma lucidum to make a fortune immediately.

  The so-called Wangshan ran dead horse.

  Nanshan seemed very close, but it was already past noon when a few people actually arrived at the foot of the mountain.

"Come."

  Aunt Bai took out some prepared pancakes from her cloth pocket and handed them over:

   "Eat something first."

   "This..." Er Gou was stunned for a moment, a hint of joy flashed in his eyes, he rubbed his hands and said:

   "How embarrassing."

   "Thank you." Zhou Yi took it generously, saying:

   "If I can really pick mushrooms and sell them for money, I will count them as Aunt Bai, and if I don't, I owe you a favor."

  Aunt Bai is a girl, and she brought her daughter with her. It is impossible to go too deep into the mountain, and the possibility of picking mushrooms is not high. Only a few people help is not a waste of time. This is what I mean by preparing cakes this time.

  Refused, it is not good.

   It is even more impossible to eat cakes for nothing.

   "That's right." Uncle Zheng smiled and handed Ergou a kind of pancake, saying:

   "Let's not be polite. Although we come from different places, we are like a family. We should use the same energy that we used to rob the house and pick mushrooms hard."

   At that time, they were allocating housing to the refugees. They were able to grab one, but it was bloody.

"Um."

  Ergou nodded yes, but his expression was hesitant.

   Several people ate cakes in cold water, and went up the mountain again.

  Because too many people came, worried that all the mountain mushrooms in front would be picked up, Uncle Zheng proposed to take a small path with no one and go to the front to have a look.

  Zhou Yi and Er Gou should be, leaving Aunt Bai to guard the avenue, and the three continued on their way.

   "Look!"

   "It's a mushroom!"

  Er Gou has sharp eyes, and was the first to find a small cluster of wild mountain mushrooms. It should be a relatively common straw mushroom, and it is estimated that there are three or four.

   "You kid is lucky."

  Uncle Zheng smiled and patted him on the shoulder:

   "Pick it yourself, let's go ahead and have a look."

  Even if there are three people walking together, whoever sees it first counts, and in order to prevent disputes, the distance is gradually widened.

   Only when they are resting will they greet and get together.

  There are no roads in the mountains and forests, littered branches and leaves everywhere, vines and thorns, and even poisonous snakes and tigers. It is definitely not a good place.

  Mushroom picking sounds easy, but it is really difficult when you actually do it.

  If you are lucky, that’s all. If you are not lucky, you may have a busy day and you will gain little.

   "Uncle."

  Zhou Jia leaned against the tree, looked at Uncle Zheng, whose face changed, and expressed concern in the voice:

   "Your complexion is not very good, are you okay?"

  Ergou's harvest was good, and he was counting the mountain mushrooms he picked. Hearing this, he glanced at Uncle Zheng, but he didn't pay much attention.

"fine."

  Uncle Zheng waved his hand and said with a wry smile:

   "You are careful. I don't know when it happened. Whenever it rains, my legs hurt and there is no cure."

   As he spoke, he beat his right leg hard, with a look of resentment.

   Is this rheumatism?

  Arthropathy?

  Zhou Jia frowned, then suggested in a low voice:

   "Otherwise, uncle, you should stop picking. I don't think there is much harvest in this day."

  Walking around for a long time, he only came across straw mushrooms less than a catty, and the price was only one or two big bucks, which may not be enough to consume physical strength, and Uncle Zheng is even less.

  To be honest, the harm to the body is not worth the candle.

  Picking mountain mushrooms is not suitable for Aunt Bai who is weak and has children, and Uncle Zheng who has old illnesses.

   Ergou opened his mouth, but stopped talking.

  He was a little bit reluctant to go back now, but he was embarrassed to speak.

"fine."

  Uncle Zheng shook his head, then smiled:

   "I may not be able to compare with you young people when it comes to picking mushrooms, but I also found a good thing."

   As he spoke, he took out a short bamboo from behind:

   "This kind of bamboo is called green leaf bamboo. It can be used to make bamboo tubes and weave things. It is sold in the market. If it is cut properly, it can be sold for money."

"I have seen."

   Ergou took a closer look, his eyes lit up, and he said hastily:

   "The next time I meet, I'll chop a few too."

   "It's not that easy." Uncle Zheng shook his head:

   "This kind of bamboo is very tough, and it is not easy to cut it off. The kitchen knife in the hands of the two of you may only break the blade."

   "You have to have this thing, and you have to have skills!"

   As he spoke, he shook the machete in his hand.

   Most refugees have self-defense 'weapons', but most of them are kitchen knives, which can defend themselves and cut vegetables. Uncle Zheng has a machete because he has been a soldier.

   "Get up."

  Standing up, he waved at the two of them:

   "It's getting dark, so hurry up and look around to see if you can pick more mountain mushrooms. It's bad luck if you don't get anything after a busy day."

"Too."

  Luck is really uncertain sometimes. In the short time before he was about to leave, Zhou Yi found a few clusters of mountain mushrooms, and the harvest was quite fruitful.

   He even enjoyed it a little bit, and Ergou, who had a big harvest, was even more reluctant to part.

   straighten up,

   Clapping his hands, Zhou Jia put the mountain mushrooms away, and was about to turn around and leave, when the light and shadow under the sunlight caught his attention.

  The sun shines through the leaves and falls on the grass, and a lot of dust can be seen flying up and down in the halo.

   Dust?

   It should be clusters of spores, right?

and many more!

   Spores…

   Mushrooms?

  Zhou Yi stretched out his hand, touched the powder, and an article about growing mushrooms in ancient times called "Flower Cutting Method" quickly passed through his mind.

  The so-called "flower chopping method" is actually more appropriate called the "flower chopping method".

  The ancient man 'Wu Sangong' observed that mountain mushrooms often grow on cracked trees, so he tried to see if he could grow mountain mushrooms.

  Although I don't understand the relationship between spores, hyphae, and mountain mushrooms, after many attempts, I have also summed up a set of planting methods.

  It is roughly divided into steps such as making walls, cutting flowers, covering clothes... frightening mushrooms, and picking and cultivating.

   This is also the origin of mushroom growing.

  As a liberal arts student with his own account, Zhou Yi has also briefly read this article. Although the details are vague, he still remembers the general steps.

   I don’t know if the earth’s mushroom growing technique works well in this world?

  Try?

   "Little B."

  Uncle Zheng’s voice sounded:

   "It's getting dark, don't look for it, let's go!"

"it is good!"

   Zhou Yi's voice mentioned:

   "Here we come."

   Then he turned around, found some mycelium-like things in the place where the mushrooms were picked just now, and found a dead tree that fell on the ground nearby, and chopped it up a few times.

   After a little treatment according to the mushroom planting technique, he folded his body and walked in the direction of the sound.

  I definitely don't have time this time, so I can only come back tomorrow.

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  While waiting for a few people, Aunt Bai even picked two catties of wild mountain mushrooms, saying that it was because her daughter was running around and came across a bunch of mountain mushroom bushes.

  This luck made Uncle Zheng amazed.

   "Stop!"

  Going down the mountain intersection, the faint shouts made several people stunned.

   "Split the things in your hands in half before going down the mountain." At some time, a dozen men in blue clothes and short jackets were holding knives and guns, guarding the downhill intersection.

"why?"

   Someone in front said unwillingly:

   "Is this mountain still yours?"

   "You're really right!" In the blue clothes, a man with a hooked nose sneered:

   "The mountains here are all owned by our giant whale gang. For the sake of the Yamen master, we don't care if you go up the mountain."

   "But taking something from the mountain is not in vain!"

   "Shua!"

  The sharp knife came out of its sheath and pointed at a group of refugees carrying bamboo baskets. The cold killing intent was more piercing than the evening wind:

   "Honestly divide things in half, otherwise..."

"You can try!"

   Rear.

  Uncle Zheng frowned.

   Er Gou tightened his grip on the mushroom on his back, his face full of dissatisfaction.

half!

  Even if he has gained a lot today, it is not too much to divide half of it, and he has to give a part to Aunt Bai and Nannan.

   As for whether the 'Giant Whale Gang' dare to do something?

  Why did the court ignore such things?

   Traveling along this journey, they have seen less of people's lives. The Giant Whale Gang may not dare to be arrogant in the city, but who will care outside the city?

   Who dares to control?

   Open your mouth carefully:

   "Or, let's go around? The mountain is so big, we can go out from anywhere, and they can still find it?"

   "Don't be impulsive." Zhou Yi shook his head hastily:

   "We are newcomers, and we are not familiar with the nearby roads. Besides, they cannot be unprepared. It would be bad if they were discovered."

   Ergou pouted, and cast a questioning look at Uncle Zheng, but neither Uncle Zheng nor Aunt Bai planned to take risks.

   "That's all!"

   His eyes flickered, and Er Gou's expression became fierce:

   "If you don't go, I will come by myself!"

   As he spoke, he stomped his feet fiercely, turned around and ran towards the rear, and disappeared into the dense bushes before Zhou Yi spoke to dissuade him.

   "Don't persuade me."

  Uncle Zheng shook his head lightly:

   "Ergou is not the same as us."

   "Let's go!"

  (end of this chapter)