Hello, 1983

Returning home from school, Liu Qingshan bumped into a big head on the way. He also carried a bench and sent his two younger sisters to school.

After waiting for a few minutes, Datou quickly ran back and dragged Liu Qingshan with a smile: Go, go pick fungus with me!

Go into the mountains, aren't you afraid of the rain?

Liu Qingshan looked up at the distance, the rolling hills were shrouded in misty rain.

That piece of mountain, the villagers call them Doubao Mountain.

Go up the mountain, there are fungus growing in my home.

As he said, he dragged Liu Qingshan away, making the latter also confused: It is not unusual to say that there are eggplant peppers in the garden, long fungus, is it a bit of a joke?

After entering the garden of Captain Zhang's house, it was no joke, Liu Qingshan really saw the fungus.

Haven't all the houses closed their greenhouses, and on the upright pillars, there are slices and layers of black and gray fungus, layer upon layer, crystal clear, which is rare to see.

So this is ah!

Liu Qingshan understood a little. These wooden stakes were all cut down from the mountains, and they had fungus hyphae inside. Now that the temperature and humidity are suitable, of course, fungus grows.

Then what are you looking at, the mountain goods delivered to your doorstep, pick it up!

The little brothers both carried the small baskets and went up and down to break the fungus. This is a meticulous job, handle it with care, or it will be broken.

The fungus is held in his hand, trembling and heavy, and there is a sense of accomplishment.

Smell it under the nose, the fungus fragrance is strong, it is definitely a good variety.

Think about it too, the fungus grown like this is basically the same as the wild fungus picked in the mountains.

Liu Qingshan looked at the wooden stake with long fungus, it was made of oak, no wonder the quality of fungus is so good.

Even though they are all fungus, they are also divided into three, six, and nine grades. The best is the wild fungus on the mountain. Among the wild fungus, the fungus growing on oak is the top grade, followed by birch, and the rest of the miscellaneous wood.

As for artificial cultivation, it can only be hehe.

Of course, among the artificially cultivated fungus, there is a high-grade product, which is basically close to the wild fungus.

That is a method similar to the one at the moment, which directly uses fungus segments to cultivate, except that some holes must be drilled in the wood, and then the mycelium is artificially placed.

Liu Qingshan pondered while picking: Maybe after the spring of next year, there will be no vegetables in the greenhouse, so you can try to cultivate the fungus.

If it can be done, it will be possible to cultivate shiitake mushrooms in the future, forming a big industry...

He was thinking of being beautiful when he heard the sound of chirp, chirp, chirp, and turned his head to see that he was holding a fat ear, stuffing it into his mouth.

You can't eat too much fresh fungus, be careful of poisoning!

Liu Qingshan hurriedly shouted, this is no joke, fresh fungus must be blanched in water, or dried in the sun before it can be eaten.

The big head shook his head: It's okay, it's a pleasure to taste a slice, this fungus is really good, it's crisp and smooth, and the fragrance is strong.

After he said this, Liu Qingshan was also a little greedy. After eating a little bit of fresh fungus, there would not be any adverse reactions, so he squeezed a piece and put it in his mouth.

This is the real Shan Zhen!

It seems that the essence of the entire mountain forest is gathered in the mouth, whether it is taste or taste, it is the best choice.

More than a dozen wooden stakes, harvested two small baskets of fresh fungus, and then the big head was worried: Sanfeng'er, it's not sunny today, can't you sun it?

If the harvested fungus is not dried in time, it will be damaged after a day or two. At this time, there is no serious drying equipment, so the output of mountain goods is very limited.

Liu Qingshan pondered for a while and said, Then we can only put it on the kang head to dry, after all, we can't waste it.

Thinking about the cloudy and rainy days these days, it is estimated that the mushroom fungus on the mountain has grown crazy.

Do you want to organize everyone to go into the mountains to pick it up?

If you eat at home, when you go up the mountain in the future, it’s enough to pick some along the way.

However, what Liu Qingshan wants is to collect in large quantities and then sell them in a centralized manner. The biggest problem is that there are no good sales channels.

Although the acquisition station also collects mountain goods, but the price is too low, it is just hard money.

The counterfeit Hong Kong businessman last time provided a good project, but unfortunately it was a counterfeit product.

Channel, channel, channel is king.

Liu Qingshan was also unsure in his heart. If he went up the mountain with the help of his teachers, and the things he had worked so hard to get back were worthless, he would be sorry for everyone.

When he got home, he lifted the kang mat, the kang surface was covered with a layer of newspaper, and the fungus was just put on it.

Set aside a part, blanch it thoroughly, put some cabbage at noon, stir-fry and eat, it is very fragrant!

After school at noon, the fourth and fifth came back cheerfully, with small mouths, talking about Mr. Yang's writing beautifully, Mr. Yang's singing so good, Mr. Yang...

By the way, I also sent some fungus to my grandfather and Yang Hongying to try it out.

Liu Qingshan brought a plate of blanched fungus and went to his grandfather's house.

As soon as they went out, they saw Si Huzi and Er Xiaozi, supporting Yang Hongying from left to right, and strolling back slowly, Liu Qingshan said hello: Mr. Yang, it's hard work!

Yang Hongying really had a bit of hard work. After all, she was the only teacher in the school, and it was a duplex class. She stayed in the classroom all morning.

The so-called duplex class was also a characteristic product at that time, that is, children of different grades were gathered in one classroom, and a teacher taught.

For example: first teach the new class to the lower grade students, then ask them to write exercises, and then teach the middle grade students, two groups take turns.

Tired is a bit tired, but Yang Hongying is in a good mood. Such days make her feel extremely fulfilled.

What a beautiful fungus, is it wild? It's very expensive in our place.

Seeing the plate in Liu Qingshan's hand, Yang Hongying blinked and said.

The fungus is a hair thing. Your foot is injured and you can't eat it. I gave it to my grandparents.

Liu Qingshan said seriously, and his heart couldn't help but move: Yes, Mr. Yang is from a big city, I wonder if there is a channel?

Go back, Zhang Chang, Zhang He, thank you.

Yang Hongying sent Si Huzi and Er Xiaozi back, and it was the first time that Liu Qingshan knew the size of these two little guys.

The little boy walked away happily, and Yang Hongying glanced at Liu Qingshan: Sanfeng'er, you are taking revenge, blame me for kicking you out of the classroom in the morning, isn't it, Sanfeng'er...

This girl must have done it on purpose, how could anyone even make a long voice.

Liu Qingshan shook his head secretly, this woman is too old to be deceived, or a little girl like Zheng Xiaoxiao, it is easier to deceive.

She stepped forward to help Yang Hongying into the house. Grandma was cooking on the edge of the pot. She took the plate from Liu Qingshan's hand with a smile, but said hello to Yang Hongying:

Hongying, you're tired. Come in and rest your legs. Let's have dinner right away.

Grandma, I'm not tired.

Yang Hongying's tone was a little coquettish, and she glanced at Liu Qingshan provocatively.

Liu Qingshan also cooperated, and couldn't help muttering: Who is the kiss?

Grandma laughed happily and told them to enter the room. There were more decorations in the room, and it seemed that they all belonged to Yang Hongying.

Liu Qingshan helped put the kang table on, and took a porcelain wine jug to boil a drink or two for grandpa.

It is better to warm the liquor when it is raining and cool.

While he was busy, he chatted with Yang Hongying: Mr. Yang, if these fungus mushrooms are shipped to the capital, will they be sold well?

It's all good things, money can't necessarily buy them.

Yang Hongying was not idle either, limping and helping to pick up bowls and chopsticks.

Mr. Yang, let it go and call San Feng'er.

Grandpa Liu Shikui has spoken. He really likes this girl. Maybe it's because his son also used to work in this industry, right?

Liu Qingshan spread his hands towards Yang Hongying's booth: How do I feel that my status is declining.

Yang Hongying pursed her lips and smiled, here, she really has the warmth of home.

Liu Shikui continued: This mushroom fungus, we don't take it as a good thing here; but it's different in a big city.

If you want me to say it, people are also the same. As long as they are in need, they will naturally take you as a treasure.

The old man's words obviously meant something, so Yang Hongying stopped laughing and sat on the edge of the kang, thinking quietly about something.

It's time to eat, Sanfeng'er, you can eat here at noon.

Grandma came into the house with vegetables, and Liu Qingshan was also going to discuss with Yang Hongying about the channel of mountain goods, so he stayed.

Lunch is very simple, stewed beans, steamed cake on top, cornmeal mixed with some white flour, and it is sweet in the mouth.

There is also a plate of fried black fungus with small cabbage.

Her heart is struggling now: if she is looking for a relationship, then selling fungus or something is definitely not a problem.

But the consequence of this is that the family will definitely follow the clues and find this place, which is not what she hoped.

Of course, Liu Qingshan could see that Yang Hongying had something on his mind, so he didn't mention it. In his plan, it is best to sell these mountain goods to Hong Kong Island. If it can be exported, it will be even better. .

When Yang Hongying put down her chopsticks, she finally made up her mind: since she came to this impoverished small mountain village, she is a member here, and has the responsibility and obligation to help change the poor and backward life here.

She raised her eyes and looked at Liu Qingshan with bright eyes: Xiaoshanzi, I used to know a friend from an island country. They like to eat wild vegetables and fungi. When I have a rest day, I will go to the commune to make a phone call to see if I can. Can't get in touch with her.

This is the best way Yang Hongying can think of, without disturbing the family, and doing something for the villagers in Jiapigou.

Okay, wait for Sunday, I'll take you there!

Liu Qingshan was a little excited. He knew that the past few years were the honeymoon period of diplomatic relations between the two countries, and economic and trade exchanges were very frequent.

And what Yang Hongying said is right. Islanders have a morbid preference for wild vegetables and fungi.

Sanfeng'er, I am afraid of your bicycle.

After Yang Hongying finished speaking, she immediately changed her title and started to speak again.

Liu Qingshan was also full, put down his job and hurriedly went to the ground: Well, I'll go first, I'll inform the villagers now, and I'll go into the mountains tomorrow to pick up mountain goods.