Hello, 1983

Playing baitiao was also one of the characteristics of the era at that time, especially farmers, who had the most baitiao in their hands.

Go to the grain depot to sell grain for baitiao, go to the sugar factory to sell beets for baitiao, go to the flax factory to sell flax for baitiao, go to the purchasing station to sell pigs, maybe they will come back with a baitiao.

Then he had to work hard, ask someone to go through the relationship, and exchange the white note in his hand for cash.

So when the old party secretary saw that the director of the supply and marketing cooperative was going to do this, of course he didn't agree.

In fact, this is not a problem at all. The acquisition points of these wild vegetables in the county are all full of cash and do not take credit.

There was no way, the director had to go to the credit union, take out the money, and pay them.

In the concept of the older generation, such as the old party secretary, money should be kept in pockets, and only belong to you when you put it in your own pockets.

So people all sat on the Great Liberation and walked back excitedly.

I can sit in this car too!

The owner of the car was shouting, but his little four-wheeled wheel was dangling, who would ride on it if there was a big liberation.

Not to mention, there were also people who gave him face, only to see Liu Qingshan happily rushing towards his little four-wheel, so happy that the boss uncle grinned:

Qingshan, come up quickly, sit on the wings, we can still chat.

Liu Qingshan pointed behind him: Uncle boss, I'm riding in a carriage.

While talking, he jumped over the small four wheels, jumped onto the big carriage, crossed his legs to the middle one, and his body undulated slightly with the carriage, which was very comfortable.

This carriage belonged to Zhang Guizi's father's house, and when he saw this, he rattled the big whip:

Boss, no one cares about your iron stuff, why don't you go back to the whip?

What responded to him was the sudden sound of the little four wheels, and it ran away in the blink of an eye.

Liu Qingshan sat on the carriage and looked around. It was not that he liked to ride in the carriage, but he was observing the road conditions while walking, thinking about building the road.

From Jiapigou to the commune, the road for more than ten miles is full of dirt roads. When it rains, Dajiang will be kicked, and no one can walk.

To be rich,

Build the road first, there is some truth to this.

With the increasing number of industries in Jiapigou and the closer contact with the outside world, there is no good way, which is really inconvenient.

However, with the current strength of Jiapigou, there is really no way to spend extra money to build the road.

It is best to discuss with the commune government, who cares about building a gravel road first.

It's really not possible. They provide their own manpower in Jiapigou, and they only need to be responsible for the machinery and soil and stones used for road construction.

As he was pondering, there was a slip of Wangbakeng in front of him, and Liu Qingshan simply jumped off the carriage and walked slowly behind him.

After eating a few mouthfuls of ashes, he simply ran to the front of the carriage.

This road was all too familiar to him. He had walked for several years from elementary school to junior high school. To put it more exaggeratedly, he knew all the grass and trees by the roadside.

It is now mid-April, and the plants are sprouting. Looking over, the eyes are full of bright green or bright yellow colors, and the breath is full of the fragrance of plants and trees.

The Shunshui ditch on both sides of the road was newly dug last year, and the soil is very loose. Liu Qingshan's eyes lit up when he saw the mother-in-law Ding Yazi emerging from the soil.

He asked Zhang Guizi's father on the carriage for a knife head, and was going to dig some tender mother-in-law. The mother-in-law growing out of this kind of soil has a very deep white below, and of course it is more tender.

With one knife, the mother-in-law was still cut apart. I pulled out the leaves and looked at them. They were almost long, but they still hadn't dug up the roots.

When I used the knife again, I added a little more force, and the whole knife head didn't go into the soil, so I dug out the mother-in-law completely.

The only pity is that I didn't wear a small basket, and there were no plastic bags at this time.

At this time, Zhang Kuizi's father also stopped the car and asked Yuanma to graze on the side of the road at will, and also got together with Da Zhangluo, who was driving another carriage.

This Gada's mother-in-law is really good. Da Zhangluo also found a knife to dig.

He also had nothing to wear, so he took off the hat on his head and put it in the hood, not afraid that the granny's sap would stick to the hat.

Zhang Guizi's father squatted on the ground smoking a dry cigarette, and kept pointing, pointing to the two people who found the mother-in-law.

What's this thing, it looks sloppy?

He suddenly found something novel, kicked it with his foot, and it fell off with a gentle tug.

Da Zhangluo was right next to him, picked it up, and looked at it in front of him:

I've seen it before, but I don't know what it's called. It's a strange smell. It looks like a leprosy. It's definitely not a fun thing.

After saying that, he threw it away, and Gulu happened to be at the foot of Liu Qingshan. He picked it up, took a look at it in his hand, and immediately cheered:

Morels!

Then he quickly asked: Uncle Zhang Luo, where did you find this thing, how many?

Da Zhangluo pointed to the grass at the edge of the ditch: It's just here, there are piles of piles, there seem to be quite a few, Qingshan, what did you say this is, what is the belly of a sheep?

Uncle Zhang Luo, it's morels, an absolute good thing, the king of fungi!

Liu Qingshan took a few steps to the edge of the ditch, and sure enough, in the grass, he saw a few clusters of yellow-brown fungi.

The shape is a bit strange, with a small short handle at the bottom, topped with an oval cap.

The surface of the cap is covered with folds, and it doesn't look like a mess.

Because it is drilled out of the soil, some folds are still stained with soil, which makes people feel disgusted involuntarily.

But it is this kind of wild morels, after decades, the price of dry products will be worth at least a few thousand yuan per pound.

Da Zhangluo broke off another one and looked at it carefully: Well, it really looks like a sheep's belly. I don't know how it tastes?

As he spoke, he put it to his mouth and took a bite.

What's this smell, ah, ah, ah, ah, the tooth is dead.

Da Zhangluo had a bitter face, and spit out the residue in his mouth to the ground, only to feel that his mouth was full of earthy smell, which was unpalatable to death.

That's how you dare to be called the king of fungi, ahhh!

Liu Qingshan looked at him and smiled: Uncle Zhang Luo, morels are not eaten like this. Fresh food should be blanched in water. It is best to soak it after drying.

Morel mushrooms are vegetarian, and they are best paired with large meat. For example, use it to stew pork ribs, stew chicken, etc. The taste is very delicious.

Of course, some people are not used to this taste, but Europeans and Americans especially like it.

As for the reason, it involves another kind of fungus that is regarded as a fetish by Europeans and Americans - truffles.

In some flavors, morels are similar to truffles.

Truffles are sold in grams, which are more expensive than gold; although morels are not so exaggerated, they are also expensive.

That's why the smile on Liu Qingshan's face is so bright.

Da Zhangluo managed to spit out the residue in his mouth, but he still felt a strange smell in his mouth.

He simply licked off a mother-in-law's root, removed the outer skin, and left the white and tender roots inside, which he chewed in his mouth for a while.

It was so bitter that he grinned, but he finally got rid of the strange smell and felt much more comfortable, and his mouth began to restless again:

Qingshan, you said that this thing is valuable, but the list of acquisitions you were talking about yesterday didn't seem to be called Sheep Mushroom?

Liu Qingshan also recalled that he really didn't. I don't know if the island country didn't like it, or if they thought they didn't produce morels here.

So he smiled and said, If the little devil doesn't accept it, we will sell it to Europeans and Americans. I heard that the French like to eat this the most.

Da Zhangluo shook his head vigorously: This foreigner's taste is really unique.

Now that a good thing like morels has been discovered, of course it cannot be ignored. Their picking period is relatively short.

The reason why there are more morels here may be that the soil on both sides of the road has been newly turned over last year, which is the most suitable for the growth of morels.

On their side, roughly two crops of morels can be harvested in spring, and another crop can be harvested in autumn.

That is, the morels are hollow in the middle, and they are light and have no weight. When they are dried, they are lighter.

After returning to the village, Liu Qingshan told the old party secretary and captain Zhang the news.

Captain Zhang is also a little tricky: now everyone is busy farming, and the other labor groups also need manpower, so they really can't find idle people.

Liu Qingshan glanced at the calendar and had an idea:

Tomorrow happens to be Sunday. I will organize the children to collect morels, and then the cooperative will send out a few carriages to pull people and goods back and forth.

Can the little ones make it?

Captain Zhang was a little worried.

Liu Qingshan said disapprovingly: It's easier to pick up this stuff than to pick up a mother-in-law.

The matter was settled like this, I went to the school and told Yang Hongying, and told the children to gather at the school at 7:00 tomorrow morning and bring a water bottle.

As for those in the senior and junior high schools in the commune, the children should know all about it when they go home.

Liu Qingshan thought for a while, and then added: Everyone who participates in labor tomorrow will be rewarded!

Brother Qingshan, what's the reward, are you eating wild boar again?

The second child was excited when he heard it.

Keep it a secret for now. Liu Qingshan deliberately teased the children, and after school was over, he led the fourth and fifth home.

The lunch at home was almost ready. Liu Qingshan gave the mother-in-law that he brought back to his grandmother for cleaning, while he carefully put a hood of morels into the water basin and started cleaning.

Morels are delicate and must be handled with care, because the folds are stained with dirt, so cleaning them is a big hassle.

And if you can't rub or knead, you can only use your hands in the water basin and gently stir in one direction.

The morels swirled together, slowly shaking the dirt out of the folds.

After changing several basins of water, after cleaning, there is no small mud ash on the bottom of the water, which is considered clean.

Slightly scald in boiling water, blanch, remove and cool, cut in half, then fry morels with eggs.

Outside of the table, the presentation is quite good, golden eggs, with semi-circular morels.

Natural morels are not so dark and dark in color, but have a slightly transparent brownish-yellow color.

Everyone try it. This thing is called Morchella, and it's very nourishing.

Liu Qingshan introduced, such a rare good thing, of course, also called Professor Wang and his students to try it.