"Brother Dacheng, take this and give it to Uncle Zhao so he can use it to entertain the foreman and his men. That way, they'll be more attentive to their needs."
This pound has been squeezed dry; it's enough to fill a large plate.
"Okay." Da Cheng picked up the small jar and chased after them.
After several attempts to persuade him, Da Cheng mentioned the foreman, and only then did Zhao Lizheng take the jar.
He also hopes that the project can proceed smoothly to the end.
The foreman's command and supervision are therefore of utmost importance.
Qiao Lian'er and the people from the third branch cleaned up the mushrooms they had just found.
First, the soil was removed from the roots, then they were washed in a large basin, and then sorted and placed in different bamboo baskets.
Qiao Lian'er repeated the lie she told on the mountain, and only then did Lu Shi and Xiao Meng reluctantly accept it.
However, I accepted it much faster this time than when I first encountered termite mushrooms.
However, the idea that mushrooms on the mountain are poisonous has been deeply ingrained in people's minds for many years, which still makes Mr. Lü somewhat uneasy.
"Third Aunt, if you're worried, I'll try these dishes first when they're served," Qiao Lian'er said with a smile.
"Of course I believe you. It's just that everyone is afraid of mushrooms on the mountain, and you've brought back so many. I know you're trustworthy. It's just that we're used to that feeling," Mrs. Lü said quickly, afraid of hurting the children's feelings.
Around noon, Grandma Qiao and Grandpa Qiao returned from gathering pig feed, their baskets full of wild vegetables.
Just a few days ago, they couldn't afford to raise piglets and had to find wild vegetables in the mountains to eat.
So no matter how heavy the pig feed was, the two old people felt full of energy and walked quickly from the mountain to their home.
The piglets were squealing with hunger in the pigpen, and Grandma Qiao smiled indulgently.
"Stop yelling, I'll cook it for you right away, you bunch of little gluttons."
The piglets seemed to understand human speech; their grunting quieted down, making everyone in the yard laugh.
"Mother, I've already prepared the pot for cooking pig feed," said Madam Lü.
Grandma Qiao glanced around and saw the dazzling array of mushrooms in the different bamboo baskets.
She was startled: "What are you doing? Bringing back so many poisonous mushrooms, are you all crazy?"
Old Man Qiao stared blankly at the mushrooms.
Now that Qiao Lian'er has been found, he's probably edible, but there are so many of them, and they're all different shapes and colors, making his temples throb.
I can't accept it all at once.
Now that Qiao Lian'er wasn't needed, Dayong and Dacheng eagerly repeated what Qiao Lian'er had said to the two elders.
Grandma Qiao: "Sickle, are they really all edible?"
Qiao Lian'er nodded: "I've tried them all, quite a few of each kind, and a year or two has passed, and I'm still fine."
“Grandma, we can squeeze all these mushrooms dry and take them to town. Although they are not as delicious or expensive as termite mushrooms, they are still worth a lot of money. There are not many termite mushrooms left on the mountain now. We want to build houses, find wives for our brothers, and find good families for our sisters. We all need these mushrooms.”
These words touched Old Mrs. Qiao deeply. Thinking back, it was Qiao Lian'er who saved her family.
If I'm not absolutely certain about something, would Lian'er really harm everyone?
"Alright, I believe what Lian'er says." Old Mrs. Qiao said, "Hurry up and stir-fry it in the pot, this old woman wants to taste what it tastes like."
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