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  Chapter 189 Secret Weapon

  Everyone started to stretch out their chopsticks one after another, and they were all convinced by Liu Qingshan's words.

  Yesterday’s Shuilaoli is the best example. It looks scary, but it tastes great.

   What kind of morel is this? Looking at the wrinkled appearance, it probably has the same reason as the old water.

  Wei Tiezhu took half of the morel mushrooms, stuffed them into his mouth, chewed them twice, and then frowned, wanting to spit it out was really indecent, so he could only swallow it, and could not help complaining:

   "Oh my god, what does it smell like?"

  After Zhang Haiyang ate a piece, his eyes really lit up: "It's delicious, very unique taste, I think about it, how should I describe it?"

  Others have tasted it, and they all have their own likes and dislikes. This is the characteristic of morel food: those who like the taste can love it to death, and those who don’t like it can vomit after keeping it.

  Looking at Zhang Haiyang who was thinking hard, for a moment he didn't know how to describe the smell of morels, so Liu Qingshan said cheerfully, "Does it have the fragrance of earth?"

"right!"

  Zhang Haiyang slapped his chin vigorously, then picked up another morel mushroom, put it into his mouth to taste carefully, and kept nodding his head.

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

  …

  Early the next morning, the prelude to picking wild vegetables in Jiapigou officially kicked off.

  Four large carriages, pulling almost all the children in Jiapigou, embarked on the journey facing the rising sun.

  The car was full of children aged five to fifteen, chirping more cheerfully than the birds on the trees beside the road.

  The kids certainly have reason to be happy. Yesterday afternoon, the family gave out a lot of money again.

  On average, basically every household has 400 to 500 yuan in the account, and there are many families in the village, trying to buy a TV.

  Liu Qingshan’s family received the most money, nearly one thousand yuan.

   It's not that their family picked a lot of mountain products, it should be the least, because most of the mushrooms and fungus they picked were asked him to make them into dishes.

  Most of the money went to the dumb grandfather, because he wandered around the mountains and picked the most monkey heads, which were also the most valuable.

  The money is temporarily not given to the master. Liu Qingshan has a special ledger, and has recorded a sum in the name of the master.

  Because of the distribution of money, the children are also happy.

   Shut Shut Shut Shut!

  In the woods and grass beside the road, the crowing of male pheasants came.

  Liu Qingshan was also sitting in the carriage, and Mr. Zhao's affectionate and soothing voice seemed to be recalled in his ears:

  Spring is here, everything is recovering, and it is the mating season of animals...

  The carriage went all the way to the fork that connected with the main road of the commune, and then stopped the car, ready to go all the way back to mining.

   It’s more than ten miles away, it’s probably enough for a whole day’s work.

  Under the organization of Yang Hongying, the boy scouts lined up on the road, and Liu Qingshan gave lectures first.

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

   "This is called a morel. When picking it, you must handle it with care. Don't break the folds on the surface, which will affect the appearance of the product. Do you understand?"

"clear!"

   It was a loud voice that answered him.

  However, some raised their hands, so Liu Qingshan pointed at Er Mangzi: "What's your problem?"

   "Brother Qingshan, what is appearance, is it a target?"

  If Er Mangzi hadn't said it in a serious manner, Liu Qingshan would have suspected that he was making trouble on purpose.

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

   "Appearance is the appearance, just like Er Manzi, if your neck is like a black axle, who would like you?"

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

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

  Liu Qingshan continued to tell them the precautions:

   "When picking morels, it takes too long like this. After the picking period, let's not pick them, and don't destroy them, let them reproduce naturally."

  The children all understand this truth, and Si Huzi interjected: "Brother Qingshan, it's the same as picking mushrooms. Those mushrooms that are playing tricks must have maggots in them, so you can't pick them."

  Yes, Liu Qingshan nodded, the children in the mountains have experience in this area.

So he continued: "There are still this kind of small ones. They haven't grown up yet, so don't rush to pick them down. Pick the big ones and let go of the small ones. If we pick them all up at once, they won't grow any longer next time. You all understand this, right?"

"clear!"

  The children roared in unison again, and then the dog leftover asked with a smile: "Brother Qingshan, what good things did you prepare for us, shouldn't it be time to take it out?"

  Ganqing is still thinking about this.

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

   Divide the children into groups, basically a group of two, one carrying the basket and the other picking; when they get tired, change.

  Picking morel mushrooms requires no effort at all, and they can be easily broken off by hand. Clean up the soil at the roots and slowly put them into the basket.

  Little children have sharp eyes and quick hands. They are the most suitable for this job, faster than adults.

  Liu Qingshan strolled for a while, gave some guidance, and saw that the children could get started, so he took a few samples and went to the supply and marketing cooperative.

   It was yesterday’s purchase warehouse and the group of people. Liu Qingshan went up to say hello. These people also recognized him and looked very familiar. After all, he will be a big customer in the future.

  Liu Qingshan took out the morels, the two masters knew each other, one of them shook his head and said:

   "Morel mushrooms are not listed in the purchase catalog, we dare not accept them."

  Liu Qingshan, who participated in the whole process of negotiation, of course knew this, and said with a smile:

   "I just want you to ask the higher-ups to see if morels can be added. We seem to have a lot of these things here."

  A few people who came to sell mountain goods also surrounded them, and some of them nodded and said:

   "It turns out that this thing is called a morel. There are quite a lot of it on the roadside and in the forest over there. It looks weird. Everyone thinks it is poisonous."

  This is true, even if you are an old mountain runner, you dare not say that you can recognize all the fungi in the mountains.

  When you encounter something you don’t know, the best way is not to pick it. As for the taste, don’t dare to borrow a little courage. If there are too many poisonous mushrooms, they can really eat the dead.

  A teacher nodded and agreed: "That's no problem. We will report it to the county today. If they are willing to buy it, everyone will have another way of making money."

  Liu Qingshan also thanked. At this time, most people are serious and responsible.

  However, based on his understanding of that Fujita Shoichi, the matter of adding the acquisition catalog is probably enough, and that guy is probably going crazy.

   After thinking for a while, he added: "Even if the foreign businessmen don't accept it in the end, then Jiapigou will also accept it. Master, please help us publicize this matter."

   While speaking, he took out a few 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 Tobacco, a high-end product, costs more than 50 cents a box, and it is a Class A cigarette, which is rarely seen in the market.

  In the past two years, a jingle has been popular in the local area: provincial Zhonghua, county peonies, and ordinary people welcome spring smoke.

  I was reluctant to smoke this kind of good cigarette, so I hurriedly stuffed it into my pocket.

  Seeing this, Liu Qingshan opened another pack and distributed it among the people present. There were only three or five cigarettes left in the pack, and he put them on the beam of the scale.

  Those farmers who came to sell mountain products also happily clicked on their cigarettes, and talked to Liu Qingshan:

   "Young man, do you mean what you say, do you really accept that kind of morels in Jiapigou?"

  There was someone beside him to help Liu Qingshan testify: "He is a young man who is generous and sprinkles peony smoke casually. Do you think what he says counts?"

  The man nodded, really agreeing with what his companion said.

  The old master seemed to feel that he didn’t go on purpose, and accepted a pack of cigarettes without doing anything, so he asked:

   "Then how do you decide the purchase price? There has to be a price, so 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 the price is the same as that of black fungus, what do you think?"

Wow!

  The dozen or so mountain goods sellers around them let out an exclamation in unison.

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

  They all know the price of black fungus, about 15 yuan per catty.

  And black fungus is not easy to pick, you have to go to the mountains to get it, and it takes a lot of effort to pick it.

  This kind of morel is different. It can be found on the hillside and beside the ditch, and it is easy to pick. Isn’t this equivalent to picking up money from the ground?

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

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

  Another teacher also felt that the young man in front of him was not bad, so he made a point: "It's better to refer to the price of hazel mushrooms, about ten yuan per catty."

   "Is this a bit low?"

  Liu Qingshan hesitated.

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

  More than a dozen villagers who sell mountain goods all followed suit. In their opinion, it is indeed not a rare thing, but how many places can really produce this thing?

  Their vision usually only stays on the one-acre-three-point land that they are familiar with.

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

   "At that time, I will pay you some handling fees per catty for your purchase site, and then I will pay you a sum of purchase funds. We will slowly discuss these issues in the future."

  After roughly making an agreement, Liu Qingshan was about to leave, but was surrounded by a dozen or so people who sold mountain goods and questioned for a long time.

  They are mainly worried that if Jiapigou doesn’t harvest them, their busy work will be wasted. After all, harvesting and drying in the sun will take a lot of time.

  Liu Qingshan almost made a vow at the end, and was let go by the crowd, and then these people also dispersed in a rush, hurrying back to pick morel mushrooms.

   Now other kinds of wild vegetables have not yet entered the peak harvest season, so there is just time.

  Liu Qingshan bought two catties of candy from the supply and marketing cooperative, wrapped it in yellow paper, tied it with a paper string, carried it in his hand, and walked back.

  After crossing the fork in the road and walking for more than two miles, I saw the large harvesting team. These little dolls are really fast.

   "Let's rest first, drink some water, and eat sugar!"

   Liu Qingshan yelled, and the children on both sides of the road rushed over immediately.

  Give the paper packets to the older Huzi and Goushengzi, and ask them to distribute candy to the children one by one.

  These two will also come to things, first give out to the fourth and fifth children, and then it will be the turn of the other children.

  Basically, everyone gets four or five pieces of candy, even the adults who drive the car.

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

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

  Er Mangzi pursed his lips vigorously while talking cheerfully.

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

  The children were all overjoyed: there is a better reward than sugar, could it be possible to eat wild boar meat again?

  With candy in his mouth, he was more motivated to work. By the time it was close to noon, more than half of the harvest had been finished, and there were only about four or five miles away from Jiapigou.

   As for the harvest, it is not small, the four large carriages are almost full.

  Of course, because of fear of being crushed, the stack is not high.

   It may be because the soil has been newly turned. The morels here grow very densely. If you find a cluster, there are at least three or five, and there are more than ten.

  Liu Qingshan reckoned that together, it should weigh six or seven hundred catties.

   There are almost fifty children who came to work today, that is to say, basically each person picked more than ten catties on average.

   "Let's go, go home for dinner first, and pick the rest in the afternoon."

  Liu Qingshan yelled, ready to call it a day.

  The little fourth child also shouted in a small voice: "Don't forget to go to my house to collect rewards!"

   After a few miles, the children arrived home as soon as they had fun, and the carriage walked slowly behind, so as not to damage the morels pulled in the carriage.

   Outside the gate of Liu Qingshan’s house, dozens of little dolls gathered, all sniffing and chattering.

   "It smells so good, it smells so good!"

   "It smells better than my stew."

  Liu Qingshan stood in front of the large cauldron in the courtyard, lifted the lid, and there were more than one hundred tea eggs inside.

  It was cooked before departure in the morning, and it was cooked for more than four hours, which is the best time to cook tea eggs.

  Tea eggs, not to mention their small mountain village, even Bishui County, have not passed it on yet.

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

   If you are impatient, just peel off the skin full of small pieces and stuff it into your mouth.

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

   I don’t know which doll yelled: "Oh my god, it smells better than meat!"

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

  (end of this chapter)