As the days passed, Yang Donghu silently counted the days until Zhao Luochuan went up the mountain.

When he left, he said he would be back in about a month. Today is the fifteenth day.

Yang Donghu couldn't find a chance to give the ointment he bought from the town to his grandmother. Since the relationship had been severed so ugly, he couldn't go there openly.

If this happened to Wang Dujuan, given her personality, being ridiculed would be the least of her worries.

It is obviously unrealistic to send it over myself, I have to find another way.

There was a loud autumn rain last night, and I saw more and more people going up the mountain. They wanted to pick more mushrooms and bamboo shoots before winter came, and then dry them to store as winter vegetables.

At daybreak, Yang Donghu and Zhao Fangchu each carried a backpack and went up the mountain.

However, not only are there wild beasts and poisonous snakes in the deep mountains, but there are also pits and traps set by hunters. If you fall into one, you cannot get out with your bare hands.

So they didn't dare to go deeper and only dared to wander around the periphery.

Every autumn rain brings a chill, and the air is filled with the smell of moist earth.

Mushrooms come out in the largest quantities after the rain, and poisonous mushrooms and edible mushrooms are mixed together. For Zhao Fangchu, who has been picking mushrooms since he was a child, it is not difficult to identify them.

But for Yang Donghu, this is more difficult than doing math problems in high school, but he still has some common sense. The book says that the brighter the mushroom, the more toxic it is, so it will definitely not be wrong to pick the ugliest ones.

The two of them walked up a winding path, bending down from time to time to push aside dead leaves and pick up nodding mushrooms.

Yang Donghu observed the mushrooms in Zhao Fangchu's backpack and only remembered one that looked like an oyster mushroom. He looked for it specifically based on that one, and when he found one that looked similar, he picked it and put it in the basket.

As I searched, I actually picked up a small basket of them. Although there were some white spots on the tops, they all looked edible.

Suddenly, under the roots of a big tree not far away, Yang Donghu found a nest of large white mushrooms, which were bigger than the ones he had picked. He ran towards the roots of the tree happily. Just as he picked them and was about to put them in the basket, he was stopped by a loud shout.

"You can't eat that."

Zhao Fangchu discovered a large nest of chicken mushrooms about ten steps away from Yangdong Lake. The caps had already opened, and the largest one was even bigger than the palm of his hand.

There are quite a few mushrooms on the mountain, but most of them are common red mushrooms and chanterelles. Rare mushrooms like the chicken mushroom and morel may not be found even once in several days.

I didn't expect to be so lucky today. Not long after I went up the mountain, I found such a large nest of chicken mushrooms. Zhao Fangchu was so happy that he couldn't stop smiling. He picked and counted them at the same time: "One, two..."

By the time he had finished picking all the chicken mushrooms in this patch, most of his backpack was already filled. He turned around with a smile and wanted to show off to Yang Donghu, but when he turned around, he found that his brother Dong was guarding a nest of poisonous mushrooms and was picking them seriously.

"Brother Dong, what are you doing? This mushroom is poisonous and cannot be eaten."

Yang Donghu looked at the mushroom in his hand, then at Zhao Fangchu, and asked, "Is it poisonous?"

"Yes, Dong Ge, don't you know the poisonous mushrooms?" Zhao Fangchu was a little confused. Children who live in the mountains make a living from the mountains. They have been influenced by their parents since childhood and have learned which ones are edible and which ones are not. It is rare to see someone like his Dong Ge who can't even tell the difference between mushrooms.

Yang Donghu was nervous for a moment. He didn't know how to explain it, so he made up an excuse: "I had a lot of work to do at home before, so I didn't come up the mountain often."

Zhao Fangchu heard from his mother that Yang Donghu had a hard life in her mother's home before. He often didn't have enough food to eat and was often beaten. It was probably not his brother Dong's turn to do a job like picking mushrooms in the mountains.

Thinking of this, he quickly changed the subject, fearing to upset Yang Donghu: "It doesn't matter if you don't know him. I know him, and I can teach you."

As he said this, he smashed the nest of poisonous mushrooms with a branch. People here would step on poisonous mushrooms when they encountered them to prevent people who were not familiar with mushrooms from accidentally eating them.

As Zhao Fangchu was beating the mushroom, he said, "Brother Dong, look, this mushroom is called Gypsophila. It's easy to spot among poisonous mushrooms because it has white spots on it. Just remember, don't eat anything with white spots."

Yang Donghu nodded, a bit curious about the name "Baby's Breath." The mushroom didn't look particularly impressive, yet the name was quite nice. Could it be because of the white dots on its cap? It was quite descriptive, though.

After picking mushrooms, Zhao Fangchu saw his brother Dong's basket of baby's breath and couldn't help but feel a little funny: "Dong brother, do you like stars?"

"I like it very much."

"Then you'll make a profit if you take these mushrooms back."

"Huh? Is there anyone buying poisonous mushrooms?" Yang Donghu asked in surprise.

Zhao Fangchu finally couldn't help laughing: "No, eat this mushroom, and you can see the stars during the day that you can only see at night."

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Yang Donghu poured out all the mushrooms in the basket, crushed them with his feet, and then followed Zhao Fangchu to other places.

Whenever they encountered mushrooms, Yang Donghu and Zhao Fangchu would make sure that they were fine before putting them in their backpacks. If they encountered one that neither of them was sure of, they would not pick it, as it would be a waste if someone got sick from eating it.

They were lucky today. After just half a day, Zhao Fangchu's backpack was already full. The two of them were a little dazzled by the search and no longer paid attention to the mushrooms.

When we were going down the mountain, we took another route and came across a lot of bamboo shoots. We dug them up with a small shovel and put them in Yang Donghu's backpack. The bamboo shoots were heavy, and it would be too tiring to carry a full basket, so we only filled half of it.

This is considered a good harvest. Zhao Fangchu has never picked so many mushrooms when he came here alone in the past. Bamboo shoots are common, so it won’t be a big deal to come again tomorrow.

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