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  Chapter 188 The King of Fungi

  Showing IOUs can be regarded as one of the characteristics of the times at that time, especially farmers, who had the most IOUs in their hands.

  Go to the grain depot to sell grain for IOUs, go to the sugar factory to sell beets and sell IOUs, go to the flax factory to sell flax for IOUs, go to the purchasing station to sell pigs, maybe you will get IOUs back.

   Then I have to work hard, ask someone to go through the relationship, and exchange the white note in my hand into 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 disagreed.

  Actually, this is not a problem at all. The purchase points of these wild vegetables in the county are all cash-rich and do not accept credit.

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

  In the concept of the old party secretary and the older generation, money is still in your pocket, and it belongs to you if you put it in your pocket.

  So people sat on the big liberation and walked back excitedly.

   "I can also sit in this car!"

  The owner of the car was yelling, but his little four-wheel was rattling, who would sit on it in the Great Liberation?

   Not to mention, someone gave him face, I saw Liu Qingshan happily running towards his small four-wheeled, so happy that the boss uncle smiled:

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

  Liu Qingshan pointed behind him: "Uncle Boss, I'm in a carriage."

   While speaking, he jumped over the small four wheels, jumped onto the big carriage, and crossed his legs to sit in the middle. His body undulated slightly with the carriage board, which was very comfortable.

  This carriage belonged to Zhang Jizi’s father’s house, and when he saw it, he rattled his big whip:

   "Boss, no one cares about your iron thing, why don't you change it back to the whip?"

   What responded to him was the thudding sound of the small four wheels, and he ran away in the blink of an eye.

  Liu Qingshan sat on the carriage and looked around. It wasn't that he liked riding in a carriage, but he was observing the road conditions while walking, thinking about road construction.

  From Jiapigou to the commune, the road for more than ten miles is full of dirt roads. When it rains, the miso is kicked, and there is no way to go.

  If you want to get rich, you must first build roads. There is some truth to this statement.

  With the increasing number of industries in Jiapigou and the closer connection with the outside world, it is really inconvenient not to have a good road.

  But with Jiapigou's current strength, it is really impossible to spend extra money to build roads.

   It is best to discuss with the commune government, why not build a gravel road first.

   It’s really not possible. They provide their own manpower in Jiapigou, and the higher-ups only need to be responsible for the machinery and earth and rocks used for road construction.

  Just as he was thinking about it, there was a stretch of Wangbakeng in front of him, so Liu Qingshan simply jumped off the carriage and walked slowly behind.

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

  He is very familiar with this road. He has walked for several years from elementary school to junior high school. To put it an exaggeration, he knows every plant and tree on the roadside.

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

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

   Asked Zhang Jizi’s father on the carriage for a knife head, and was going to dig some tender gravy. The granny that grows from this kind of soil has a very deep white underside, so of course it is more tender.

   One knife went down, but the mother-in-law was still cut up, and the leaves were pulled out to see, it was almost a stroke long, and the roots had not been dug yet.

  When I cut the knife again, I added a little more force, and the whole knife head didn't go into the soil, and then the mother-in-law was completely dug out, and a large part of the bottom was full of white children, which was really rare to see.

  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 Shuzi's father also stopped the car, and told the horse to graze at will on the side of the road, and Da Zhang Luo, who was driving another carriage, also came up together.

   "Gada's mother-in-law Ding is really nice." Da Zhang Luo also found a knife to dig.

   There was also nothing to pretend, so he took off the hat on his head and put it in the hood, not afraid of the mother-in-law's slurry sticking to the hat.

  Zhang Shuzi's father was squatting on the ground smoking a pipe, pointing non-stop, pointing out the found mother-in-law Ding to those two people.

   "What's this thing, it looks so badass?"

  He suddenly found a novel thing, kicked it with his foot, but it fell off with a light pull.

  Da Zhang Luo was right next to him, picked it up, and looked at it before his eyes:

   "I've seen it before, but I don't know what it's called. It smells weird, and it looks like pimples and skin rashes. It's definitely not a fun thing."

   After speaking, he threw it casually, and Gulu happened to reach Liu Qingshan's feet. He picked it up, took a look in his hand, and immediately cheered:

   "Morels!"

  Then he quickly asked: "Uncle Zhang Luo, where did you find this thing, is there a lot?"

  Da Zhangluo pointed to the grass by the side of the ditch: "In here, there are piles of them, which seem to be quite a lot. Qingshan, what did you say it was just now, what is the stomach of a sheep?"

   "Uncle Zhang Luo, it's morel mushrooms, absolutely good stuff, the king of mushrooms!"

  Liu Qingshan moved a few steps towards the side of the ditch, and sure enough, in the grass, he saw several clusters of yellow-brown fungi.

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

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

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

  But this kind of wild morel, after decades of storage, the price of dried products is at least several thousand yuan per catty.

  Da Zhang Luo broke off another one and looked it over carefully: "Well, it really looks like a goat's belly. I wonder how it tastes?"

   While talking, he put it near his mouth and took a bite.

   "What does this taste like, ah, bah, bah, the teeth are dead."

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

   Even this dare to be called the king of fungi, ah!

  Liu Qingshan looked at him and smiled: "Uncle Zhang Luo, that's not how the morels are eaten. Fresh food should be blanched, and it's best to dry it before soaking it."

  Morel is a great vegetable, and it is best paired with big meat, such as using it to stew ribs, stewed 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, this 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 by gram, which is more expensive than gold; although morels are not that 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 taste in his mouth.

  He simply picked a root of Po Po Ding, peeled off the outer skin, leaving the white and tender root inside, and chewed it for a while.

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

   "Qingshan, you said that this thing is valuable, but yesterday you talked about the purchase list, it seems that there is no morel mushroom?"

  Liu Qingshan also thought about it, really not. I don’t know if the island country doesn’t like it, or they think they don’t produce morels here.

  So he said with a smile: "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 most."

  Da Zhang Luo kept shaking his head: "This foreigner's taste is quite unique."

  Now that morels are such a good thing, of course they can’t let them go. Their picking period is relatively short, and if they are too old, they will emit a rotten smell, which is very unpleasant.

  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. This situation is 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.

  It means that the morel is hollow in the middle, and it is light and has little weight. It is even lighter when it is dried.

  After returning to the village, Liu Qingshan told the old branch secretary and Captain Zhang the news.

  Captain Zhang is also a little tricky: Now all the families are busy farming, and the other labor groups also need manpower, so there is really no spare man.

  Liu Qingshan glanced at the calendar and had an idea:

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

   "Can the kids make it?"

  Captain Zhang was a little worried.

  Liu Qingshan said disapprovingly: "Picking this thing is easier than digging up mother-in-law."

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

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

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

   "Brother Qingshan, what's the reward? Did you eat wild boar again?"

  Er Mangzi became excited when he heard it.

   "Temporary confidentiality." Liu Qingshan deliberately teased the children, and then after school, he led the fourth and fifth children home.

  Lunch at home is almost ready, Liu Qingshan handed the mother-in-law Ding brought back to grandma to wash, and he carefully put a hooded morel into the basin and began to wash.

  Morels are delicate and must be handled with care, because the folds are covered with mud, so cleaning is a big trouble.

   And it can’t be rubbed or kneaded. You can only use your hands in the water basin and stir gently in one direction.

  The morels rotate together, slowly throwing out the soil inside the folds.

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

  Scald it in boiling water for a while, blanch it in water, take it out and cool it, cut it in half, and then fry the morel mushrooms with eggs.

  Besides serving the table, the appearance is quite good, with golden eggs and semi-circular morels.

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

   "Everyone try it, this thing is called Morchella, very nourishing."

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

  (end of this chapter)