80 “Dismantling the Mushroom Shed”
◎Her mushrooms are big and round◎
The chosen person's face lit up with joy, and he immediately cheered up and explained in detail to Ye Yunzhao: "County Magistrate Ye, you don't know the mushrooms in my garden. Oh, my, they don't even show any signs of sprouting. I still take good care of them every day! I go in and out to check on them several times a day. I have carefully memorized everything you told us about making humus!"
It's no wonder we thought it was the mushroom shed's problem. County Magistrate Ye, tell me, I've looked so carefully, whose problem could it be? Could it be mine?"
His words came from the heart, and the farmers nearby nodded in agreement.
Ye Yunzhao had no expression on her face. If she, the "leader", lost her composure, the "little lambs" below would probably make even more mistakes.
Although she hadn't yet seen the mushroom sheds of these families, she knew Lu Dayuan's character and would definitely not cut corners. Besides, Aunt Wang and Xia Hua's mushroom sheds were the first to be built in Xixiang. If there were any technical problems, they would most likely be the ones to blame.
Ye Yunzhao asked, "Have you ever been to Aunt Wang's mushroom shed?"
This question hit the nail on the head, and several of them nodded in agreement. "Of course I've seen it. The wicker mushrooms at Wang's house are all big and thick, they're great!"
"Yeah! It'll definitely fetch a lot of money! Oh, look at mine..."
Hearing this, Ye Yunzhao was already 70% certain in his heart: "If Aunt Wang and Xia Hua's mushroom sheds are fine, I think your mushroom sheds should be fine too."
"That's not necessarily true! County Magistrate Ye, you can't speak for his son just because you have a good relationship with the village head..." The farmer's voice became increasingly weak.
"Did you have any grudges with Lu Dayuan before?" Ye Yunzhao asked.
Everyone hurriedly shook their heads: "Of course not, we were just worried that Brother Dayuan would be tired... so we didn't pay that much attention..."
"Since you have no conflict with him, he certainly wouldn't do anything malicious. Do you agree with that?"
"That's for sure. He probably didn't mean it..."
Ye Yunzhao said solemnly, "If he said it was unintentional, then that's even more impossible. Building a mushroom shed is just like building a house. The more you do it, the more skilled you become. The more skilled you become, the better the results will be. How could he make a mistake unintentionally?"
After hearing her reasoning, several people looked at each other, some of them speechless. Could it be that the problem really wasn't with the mushroom shed?
One farmer curled his lips, tears welling up in the corners of his eyes, and wailed with his mouth wide open: "County Magistrate Ye, it's not the mushroom shed's fault. Could it be that we're just unlucky and God won't let us grow any mushrooms!?"
"I'll go in and take a look, open the door." Ye Yunzhao pointed to a courtyard gate and said.
One of them suddenly realized that he had arrived at his home. He immediately stepped forward, opened the gate, and welcomed Ye Yunzhao in.
"Look, County Magistrate Ye, he's right there."
Ye Yunzhao looked in the direction he pointed and saw a slightly smaller mushroom shed located in a corner of the yard. It seemed that there was nothing wrong with its orientation.
The farmer watched her walk around the mud wall of the mushroom shed, pressing and hitting her, and even squatting down to take a look at her from the firewood filling port.
He hurriedly stepped forward and asked, "County Magistrate Ye, is there something wrong with the mushroom shed?"
Ye Yunzhao shook his head and patted the earth wall: "It's solid, there's no problem at all."
After saying that, the farmer stood there in a daze, while she turned around and went into the mushroom shed.
Unlike the freezing cold outside, it was very warm inside because firewood was burning in the fire wall behind the shady wall of the mushroom shed. She had been inside for a while and she was sweating slightly.
The most special thing is that as soon as you enter the mushroom shed, you can smell the slightly damp air with the unique smell of fungi. Ye Yunzhao was stunned. This doesn't smell like a greenhouse that can't grow mushrooms.
She asked the farmer to explain in detail how he took care of the mushroom strains and managed them every day. She stood by and listened carefully, touching the homemade humus soil on the bamboo basket from time to time.
Ye Yunzhao suddenly said: "I think I know what the problem is."
The man's eyes lit up: "County Magistrate Ye, please tell me what's going on!
She suddenly squatted down, rolled up her sleeves, put her arms into the bottom layer of the bamboo frame, and even grabbed a handful of soil from under the bamboo basket.
The farmer looked at her actions in confusion and asked hurriedly, "Is there something wrong with the soil?"
Ye Yunzhao rubbed the soil in her hands. The moist soil stuck to her fingers bit by bit, and she had to rub it a little harder to clean it off.
"Are you hot standing in here?"
The farmer was stunned: "What?"
The two farmers standing behind him raised their sleeves and wiped the sweat from their foreheads: "How can it not be hot? Every day when I work in the mushroom shed for a while, I sweat all over."
Ye Yunzhao clapped his hands and cleaned off the dirt stuck to his palms: "How can the soil be so wet and sticky in such a warm mushroom shed?"
"County Magistrate Ye, what do you mean by that? Didn't the soil come out according to your original request..."
Before he could finish his words, the farmer in front of him slammed him on the head. "Wu Laosan, are you born in the Year of the Pig? You still don't understand! Why is the soil so wet? It must be because you watered it too much, right, County Magistrate Ye?"
Ye Yunzhao raised the corner of his lip and nodded: "Smart, later you all go back to your mushroom shed and take a look. Is the humus soil getting wetter as you go down? Feel the soil at the bottom of the bamboo frame and see if it's sticky. If so, you must have watered it too much."
Several people nodded quickly, never thinking that their careful care and frequent checks on the mushrooms several times a day would actually harm them.
The farmer frowned, worry evident in his eyes. "County Magistrate Ye, is there any way to remedy the situation now? Do we have to wait until next year to plant again?"
This is how wheat fields are. They need to be carefully maintained every year. If there is even the slightest problem, it will affect the harvest. There is almost no way to remedy it. You can only wait until next year to be more careful and attentive.
When the farmer thought of this, his face became more wrinkled. Was the mushroom shed he had built with so much effort going to be wasted?
The reason why Ye Yunzhao knew it so clearly was that in his previous life, when he was a poverty alleviation cadre, the village organized everyone to go to the neighboring county to learn about other people's ways of getting rich. At the beginning, they planted high-quality morels, and excessive watering often occurred in the early stages of planting.
She quickly and patiently explained, "Don't worry. Don't water the plants for the next two days. The fire wall at the back will still be burning slowly every day to ensure that whenever you enter the mushroom shed, you will feel slightly warm, just like you do now."
"The next step is to find a wooden stick that is two or three fingers thick and poke a few holes in the humus soil in the bamboo basket..." She looked around as she spoke.
Wu Laosan, who had just been hit on the head, was smart enough to get out immediately. Almost in the blink of an eye, he handed the wooden stick to her, panting.
Ye Yunzhao took it with a smile and used a wooden stick to poke holes in the humus soil. He explained carefully: "Just do it like this. You don't need too many. Poke two rows at most in one layer. Make sure there is a palm's distance between the holes."
They finally smiled for the first time today, their expressions relaxed a lot: "Okay, okay! I'll go back and check it out now!"
Ye Yunzhao hurriedly stopped them and said firmly, "This time, you must do it according to my instructions. If the mycelium is not dead, it will sprout in about two or three days. But if the mycelium is dead... you have to grow it again. Besides, the weather is getting colder, so the quality will definitely not be as good as the ones I sent you last time..."
"So you have to be quick. I'll stay here today. If anyone's mushrooms don't have this problem, they need to come to me immediately. Now, the two of you should go home and fix it." Ye Yunzhao turned and pointed at one of them. "As for your mushroom shed, don't worry about it. I'll take care of it. Go and call all the people whose mushrooms have problems over here. You have to be quick."
As soon as she finished speaking, several people disappeared from Ye Yunzhao's sight like a gust of wind.
After about half an incense stick of time, you can vaguely hear the noise outside the mushroom shed.
Ye Yunzhao carefully repeated what he had said before, and only felt relieved after making sure that the dozen or so people in front of him had learned it.
Fearing that there might be other problems, she really didn't dare to leave. Moreover, it only took thirty or forty days for the mushrooms to emerge and be picked. Every day was extremely important. If someone's mushrooms had problems because of something else, the morale of the army would surely be in chaos without Ye Yunzhao's presence.
In short, she now sat in the mushroom shed like a statue, motionless.
Ye Yunzhao untied his cloak, folded it gently, and placed it on his knees.
After she had relieved herself of the burden in her heart, she belatedly realized that the fur, satin, patterns, embroidery, and even the silk thread used on it... were not something that an ordinary coachman could afford.
Ye Yunzhao suddenly realized that something was wrong: How could the coachman put his own clothes in the master's carriage!
If her guess was correct, this cloak might belong to Chen Jingshan...
She slapped her head in frustration and rubbed her face, which was flushed with heat: Ye Yunzhao, Ye Yunzhao, next time! Can you use your brain before doing anything?
But Wu Laosan didn't give her much time to regret. He staggered to the mushroom shed and suddenly opened the door curtain, splashing mud all over his body. He was panting and dropped some bad news: "Ye... County Magistrate Ye, it's bad... it's bad, there's... someone..."
Ye Yunzhao stood up suddenly, his breathing stagnant: "What's wrong? Tell me quickly, but whose mushrooms are the problem?"
Wu Laosan nodded breathlessly: "Yes... yes..."
"Whose house is it? Come on, let's go! Take me there!"
He took a deep breath and finally uttered a complete sentence: "There's a problem with Uncle Zhao's mushroom shed."
Ye Yunzhao tied his cloak and hurried: "Come on, take me to see it."
Wu Laosan waved his hand and said, "No need. The problem with his mushroom shed has been solved."
"Solved?"
"Yes, he demolished the mushroom shed."
Ye Yunzhao was stunned and asked in disbelief: "What!? It's demolished!?"
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