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Everyone started to reach out their chopsticks. They were all very convinced by Liu Qingshan's words.

Yesterday's water pie was the best example. It looked scary, but it tasted great.

This morel looked wrinkled, and it was probably the same as the water pie.

Wei Tiezhu picked up half a morel, stuffed it into his mouth, and frowned after chewing it twice. He wanted to spit it out, but it was really not elegant, so he had to swallow it down, and couldn't help complaining:

"Oh my god, what does this taste like?"

After eating a piece, Zhang Haiyang's eyes really lit up: "Delicious, delicious, very unique taste, let me think, how should I describe it?"

Others tried it, and they all had their likes and dislikes. This is the characteristic of morels: those who like the taste will love it to death, and those who don't like it will definitely vomit after eating it.

Seeing Zhang Haiyang thinking hard, he didn't know how to describe the taste of morels for a moment, so Liu Qingshan said cheerfully: "Does it have the fragrance of soil?"

"Yes!"

Zhang Haiyang clapped his hands vigorously, then picked up another piece of morel, put it into his mouth and tasted it carefully, and kept nodding his head. wAp.

Wei Tiezhu next to him muttered: "What kind of fragrance of soil is it? It's just the smell of soil, okay."

...

The next morning, the prelude to picking wild vegetables in Jiapigou was officially opened.

Four large carriages, carrying almost all the children in Jiapigou, set off on the journey facing the rising sun.

The carriages were filled with children aged five to fifteen, chirping, more lively than the birds on the trees by the roadside.

Of course, the children had reason to be happy. Yesterday afternoon, their families received a lot of money again.

On average, almost every household received 400 to 500 yuan, and many families in the village were busy buying TVs.

Liu Qingshan's family received the most money, almost 1,000 yuan.

This was not because their family collected a lot of mountain products. In fact, it should be the least, because most of the mushrooms and fungus they collected were cooked and eaten by him.

Most of this money went to the mute grandfather, because he wandered around in the mountains and collected the most monkey heads, which were also the most valuable.

The money did not need to be given to the master for the time being. Liu Qingshan had a small account book and recorded it in the name of the master.

Because of the money, the children were also happy.

Guan Guan Guan!

The call of male pheasants came from the woods and grass beside the road.

Liu Qingshan also sat in the carriage, and seemed to recall the affectionate and soothing voice of Teacher Zhao:

Spring is here, everything is revived, and it is the mating season for animals again...

The carriage went all the way to the fork in the road connecting to the main road of the commune, and then stopped the car and prepared to go back to pick.

More than ten miles, it is probably enough to keep busy for a small day.

Under the organization of Yang Hongying, the Boy Scouts lined up on the road, and Liu Qingshan gave a speech first.

Liu Qingshan held a few morels in his hand and began to introduce them to the kids:

"This is called morel. When picking, you must handle it gently and don't break the folds on the surface, which will affect the appearance. Do you understand?"

"I understand!"

He was answered by a loud voice.

But there were also people who raised their hands, so Liu Qingshan pointed at Er Niuzi and said, "What's your problem?"

"Brother Qingshan, what is appearance? Is it a partner?"

If Er Niuzi hadn't said it seriously, Liu Qingshan would have suspected that he was deliberately making trouble.

The kids around laughed, and Liu Qingshan waved his arm:

"Appearance is the appearance. Like you, Er Niuzi, if your neck is like a black axle, who would like you?"

Er Niuzi shrank his neck and nodded to show that he understood.

Since Yang Hongying became a teacher and principal of the village primary school, these kids have become much cleaner.

Liu Qingshan continued to tell them the precautions:

"When picking morels, if the time is too long, like this, we should not pick them, and do not destroy them. Let them reproduce naturally."

The kids all understood this principle. Sihuzi interrupted and said, "Brother Qingshan, it's the same as picking mushrooms. Those mushrooms with circles must have maggots in them, so they can't be picked."

Yes, Liu Qingshan nodded. The children in the mountains all have experience in this regard.

So he continued, "There are also small ones like this, which have not grown up yet, so don't rush to pick them. Pick the big ones and leave the small ones. Pick ten and leave one. If we pick them all at once, they won't grow next time. Do you understand this principle?"

"Understood!"

The kids roared in unison again, and then Goushengzi asked with a smile, "Brother Qingshan, what good things did you prepare for us? Is it time to take them out?"

Isn't it still thinking about this?

Liu Qingshan said without hesitation: "No, wait until noon, and start working in groups."

The kids were divided into groups, basically two people in a group, one carrying the basket and the other responsible for picking; they would switch when they got tired.

It was no need to exert any effort to pick morels, just gently break them off with your hands, clean the soil at the roots, and slowly put them into the basket.

The kids were sharp-eyed and quick-handed, and they were most suitable for this job, faster than adults.

Liu Qingshan strolled around for a while, gave some instructions, and seeing that the kids could get started, he took a few samples and went to the supply and marketing cooperative.

It was still the purchasing warehouse and the group of people from yesterday. Liu Qingshan went up to greet them, and these people also recognized him and seemed very familiar with him. After all, they would be big customers in the future.

Liu Qingshan took out the morels. The two old masters knew each other well. One of them shook his head and said:

“Morels are not on the purchase catalogue, so we don’t dare to accept them.”

Of course Liu Qingshan, who participated in the entire negotiation, knew this and said with a smile:

"I just asked you to ask the authorities if we can add morels. We seem to have a lot of them here."

Several people who came to sell wild products also gathered around, and several of them nodded and said:

"It turns out these things are called morels. There are quite a few of them on the roadside and in the woods over there. They look weird and everyone thinks they are poisonous."

This is true. Even a seasoned mountain runner can’t claim to be able to identify all the fungi in the mountains.

When you encounter someone you don't know, the best thing to do is not to pick them. As for tasting them, you don't dare even if you have the courage to do so. There are so many poisonous mushrooms that can really kill people.

An old master nodded in agreement: "That's no problem. We will report it to the county today. If they are willing to buy it, everyone will have another way to make money."

Liu Qingshan also thanked him. Most people at this time were serious and responsible.

But based on his understanding of Shoichi Fujita, the addition of the acquisition catalog was probably so annoying that the guy was probably going crazy.

After thinking about it, he added: "Even if the foreign merchants don't accept it in the end, we will accept Jiapigou as well. Master, please help us publicize this matter."

As he spoke, he took out several packs of cigarettes from his pocket and distributed them to the staff.

Seeing the delicate peony flower on the red cigarette box, several staff members immediately lost their composure.

Peony cigarettes are high-end products. A box costs more than 50 cents, and they are Class A cigarettes, which are rarely seen on the market.

In the past two years, there has been a popular local jingle: Provincial China, county peonies, and ordinary people welcome spring smoke.

I couldn't bear to smoke such a good cigarette, so I quickly stuffed it into my pocket.

Seeing this, Liu Qingshan opened another pack and spread it around everyone present. There were only three or five cigarettes left in the box, which he placed on the beam of the scale.

The farmers who came to sell mountain products also smoked cigarettes happily and talked to Liu Qingshan:

"Young man, do you mean what you say? Do you really collect those morels in Jiapigou?"

There were people nearby who helped Liu Qingshan testify: "This young man is very generous and scatters peony smoke casually. Do you think his words count?"

The man nodded, really agreeing with his companion's statement.

The old master seemed to feel that he was deliberately not going and accepted a pack of cigarettes without doing anything, so he asked:

"Then how should the acquisition price be determined? There must be a price so that we can help promote it."

This is really hard to decide. There is no precedent. Liu Qingshan also thought about it and then said: "Then let's have the same price as the black fungus. What do you think?"

Wow!

The dozen or so mountain goods sellers around them all exclaimed in unison.

It is estimated that at this moment, their eyes are full of little stars when they look at Liu Qingshan, as if they are seeing the God of Wealth.

They all know the price of black fungus, which is about fifteen yuan per pound.

The black fungus is not easy to collect. You have to drill through the mountains, which is very laborious and laborious.

This kind of morel is different. It can be found on the hillside and beside the ditch. It is easy to pick. Isn't it the same as picking money from the ground?

The old master also shook his head slightly: "The price seems a bit expensive, right?"

Liu Qingshan couldn't help but blinked: This is really not expensive. I don't know what the price of morels is now. In a few decades, it will be dozens of times that of black fungus.

Another old master also thought that the young man in front of him was pretty good, and he made a point: "Why don't we just refer to the price of hazelnut mushrooms, which is about ten yuan per catty."

"Isn't this a little low?"

Liu Qingshan hesitated.

"Not too low, not too low. It's not a rare thing."

More than a dozen villagers selling mountain products all followed suit. In their opinion, it was indeed not a rare thing, but how many places could actually produce it?

Their vision usually only stays within the one-third of an acre of land they are familiar with.

That's OK, Liu Qingshan nodded, and then said to the old master: "If the county doesn't accept it, then we, Jiapigou, will definitely buy it."

"At that time, we will submit some handling fees to your purchase point for each kilogram, and we will also pay you a purchase fund. We will slowly discuss these issues in the future."

After roughly making an agreement, Liu Qingshan was about to leave, but was surrounded by more than a dozen people selling mountain products and questioned him for a while.

They were mainly worried that if Jiapigou didn't harvest it by then, their work would be in vain. After all, harvesting and drying would still take a lot of time.

In the end, Liu Qingshan just had to swear an oath, and then he was let go by everyone. Then they all dispersed and went back to collect morels as soon as possible.

At present, other types of wild vegetables have not yet entered the peak harvest season, so there is just time.

Liu Qingshan bought two kilograms of candy bars from the supply and marketing cooperative, wrapped them in yellow paper, tied a paper string on the outside, carried them in his hand, and walked back.

After passing the fork in the road and walking for more than two miles, I saw the harvesting army. These little kids were really fast.

"Everyone, take a rest first, drink some water, and eat some candy!"

Liu Qingshan shouted, and the children on both sides of the road immediately swarmed over.

Give the paper bag to the older Huzi and Gou Shengzi and ask them to hand out candies to the children one by one.

These two are also good at getting into trouble. They will finish serving the fourth and fifth children first, and then it will be the turn of the other children.

Basically, everyone can get four or five pieces of candy, even the adults who drive the cart.

With the sweet candy in his mouth, the little fatigue just now also dissipated.

"Brother Qingshan, this is your secret reward, so sweet."

Er Niuzi said happily while smacking his lips.

Liu Qingshan curled his lips: "This is just an ordinary reward, the best is yet to come."

The kids were all very happy: there is a better reward than candy, could it be that they can really eat wild boar meat again?

With candy in their mouths, they were more motivated to work. By noon, more than half of the harvest had been completed, and there was only about four or five miles left to Jiapigou.

As for the harvest, it was not small, and four large carriages were almost full.

Of course, they were not piled high because they were worried about crushing them.

Maybe it was because the soil had been newly turned over, the morels here grew very densely. There were at least three or five in a cluster, and more than ten in some cases.

Liu Qingshan estimated that the total harvest should be about 600 to 700 kilograms.

There were about 50 kids working today, which means that each of them picked more than 10 kilograms on average.

"Let's go home to eat first, and pick the rest in the afternoon."

Liu Qingshan shouted and prepared to finish work.

Little Lao Si also shouted in a small voice: "Don't forget to go to my house to collect the reward!"

After a few miles, the kids got home as soon as they had fun. The carriage was moving slowly behind them to avoid damaging the morels in the carriage.

Outside the gate of Liu Qingshan's house, dozens of little kids gathered, sniffing and chattering.

"What a nice smell, this smell is so nice!"

"It smells better than the stewed meat in my house."

Liu Qingshan stood in front of the big pot in the yard and opened the lid. There were more than 100 tea eggs inside.

They were cooked before leaving in the morning, and they cooked for more than four hours, which is the best time to cook tea eggs.

Tea eggs, let alone their small mountain village, have not been introduced to Bishui County yet.

Liu Jinfeng helped distribute tea eggs, two to each child, and the eggs were still warm.

Some impatient people directly peeled off the skin full of small pieces and stuffed the whole thing into their mouths.

Anyone who eats tea eggs for the first time will be impressed by its unique taste, not to mention these rural children who can't eat meat a few times a year.

I don't know which child shouted: "Oh my God, it's more delicious than meat!"

They are now completely convinced: Brother Qingshan's secret weapon is really amazing!

March, early spring.

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The gloomy sky is gray and black, revealing a heavy depression, as if someone has splashed ink on rice paper, and the ink has soaked the sky and smudged the clouds.

The clouds overlapped and blended with each other, spreading crimson lightning and rumbling thunder.

It was like the roar of gods, echoing in the world.

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The earth was hazy, and there was a ruined city, silent and lifeless in the dim bloody rain.

The city was in ruins, everything was withered, collapsed houses could be seen everywhere, and blue-black corpses and pieces of meat were seen everywhere, like broken autumn leaves, silently withering.

The streets that used to be bustling are now bleak.

The sandy road that was once crowded with people is no longer noisy.

Only blood mud mixed with pieces of meat, dust, and paper remained, and it was indistinguishable from each other, which was shocking.

Not far away, a broken carriage was stuck in the mud, full of sadness, with only an abandoned rabbit doll hanging on the shaft, swaying in the wind.

The white fur had long been soaked into wet red, full of eerie and weirdness.

The turbid eyes seemed to have some resentment, looking alone at the mottled stones in front.

There, a figure was lying.

This was a thirteen or fourteen-year-old boy, with ragged clothes and full of dirt, and a broken leather bag tied around his waist.

The boy squinted his eyes and did not move. The biting cold penetrated his shabby coat from all directions, swept through his whole body, and gradually took away his body temperature.

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Following his gaze, a skinny vulture was gnawing on the rotten corpse of a wild dog, and sometimes vigilantly observing the surroundings.

It seems that in this dangerous ruin, the slightest movement will cause it to take off instantly.

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