Da Yong and Da Cheng were stunned for a moment.
Da Cheng pointed to the mushrooms Qiao Lian'er had put in the basket: "Lian'er, are these edible?"
Qiao Lian'er nodded: "It's not just this one. As long as you trust me, even if we don't have any more termite mushrooms, this family can still make money."
"But what if we get food poisoning? We're a small family, we can't afford that."
Da Yong couldn't help but think that the Song family had tried to outmaneuver the Han family, but the Han family had them in control and they couldn't get away.
If they make a mistake even once, the same thing will happen.
The Han family will not be any more lenient with them just because they have successfully completed a few business deals with them before.
“There can’t be a problem, because,” Qiao Lian’er coughed twice, “when I went up the mountain before, someone gave me pointers and I tasted all those mushrooms, and they’re still alive and well.”
The two brothers were startled and quickly checked on Qiao Lian'er to make sure she was alright before they were relieved.
"How long ago was that?" Qiao Dayong asked.
"It's been a year or two, and I've eaten quite a lot of it."
"It's just that everyone thinks that all the mushrooms on the mountain are poisonous, so I started by talking about the best-tasting termite mushroom."
"Since you know these mushrooms are delicious, why didn't the person who told you about them go and sell them?" Qiao Dacheng asked another thought-provoking question.
Qiao Lian'er's mind worked quickly: "Actually, that person was a hermit. When I saw him, he was wearing wooden clogs and coarse linen clothes. He was a carefree and unrestrained man. In the summer, he ate mushrooms from the mountains and had no intention of selling them for money."
Now, Dayong and Dacheng were even more convinced.
"So he was a carefree immortal in the mortal world," Dayong said.
Da Cheng: "Just to be on the safe side, let our family eat it first, and if there are no problems, then we'll look for more to sell."
"Okay," Qiao Lian'er replied.
Various porcini mushrooms, including the prized red onion mushroom, as well as bamboo fungus, chanterelle, milk cap mushroom, and morel mushroom—
After wandering around for a short while, she had filled a basket, and Qiao Lian'er had almost collected all the most delicious kinds of mushrooms. It was a pity that she hadn't found any matsutake mushrooms.
They went down the mountain first. Thinking about how they would soon be able to unlock other delicious mushrooms, Da Yong and Da Cheng were filled with anticipation, but also a little apprehensive.
Please be careful not to eat anything that causes problems.
When I got to my doorstep, I ran into Zhao Lizheng, who was returning home. He looked haggard and his skin was two shades darker.
The three siblings quickly invited the person into the house and scooped up a ladle of water to hand to Zhao, the village head.
Zhao Lizheng had been running around asking for help these past few days, and when he returned under the scorching sun, he tilted his head back and drank half of a ladle of water.
"Uncle Zhao, how is the bridge construction progressing?" Qiao Lian'er asked.
"On the first day I arrived, the county government approved it and allocated funds specifically for the project. However, I estimated that the funds would not be enough. I have been trying to secure funding from local gentry and wealthy people for the past few days. Finally, I have secured enough funding, hired construction workers, and purchased materials. Construction will begin tomorrow."
There are some things he didn't say, nor did he intend to tell anyone. When he asked for money, he suffered countless scornful looks and even ridicule and insults, but as long as he managed to get the money and it could benefit the villagers, that was good enough.
"Don't worry, I've hired enough workers and bought enough materials. A month is more than enough time."
As Zhao Lizheng spoke, he got up from the stool and left.
"I'm going back now. The foreman will be taking people to the bridge construction site to take measurements later, and I'll be accompanying them."
After Zhao Lizheng left the courtyard, Da Yong said, "Uncle Zhao looks like he's suffered a lot; he's lost several pounds."
“Yes, Uncle Zhao may not be an official, but he is wholeheartedly dedicated to doing good deeds for the villagers and working for their well-being.” Qiao Lian’er thought for a moment and put a pound of dried mushrooms into a small jar.
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