Wu Fengshou did not intend to make things difficult for him.
This has been said countless times, both openly and subtly, through hints and explicit statements.
Why didn't you mention that greenhouse you talked about earlier? It's that kind of nameko mushroom.
Is he trying to keep it a secret and do it himself?
As suspicions arose, Lin Mo had no idea what he was thinking. The reason he didn't mention the slippery mushroom was because it would only be feasible once the strain was found.
He had gone into the deep mountains and forests earlier, but he only found the frozen mushrooms. He didn't see any slippery mushrooms, and he wasn't sure if there were any slippery mushrooms in the gully at the top of Jiguan Mountain.
Wu Fengshou roughly understood his brother's situation and was mainly worried about him.
The reason my brother hasn't started raising broiler chickens and eggs yet, as he mentioned earlier, is because of winter.
The biggest problem in winter is feed.
We have to wait until next year to start, and we need to prepare enough feed for the chickens before winter.
Winters in Northeast China are so long, it can be said that half the year is cold and unforgiving.
Once people have something to strive for, why would they want to spend half the year lying on the kang (a heated brick bed) in a hut?
“Anyway, there’s nothing on this list that can be done in winter,” Lin Mo handed the coordination sheet back to the village chief.
"Why don't you go up and ask if they need anything else?"
"Looking at your order, it doesn't seem like it's all coordinated domestically. For example, these pine nuts and the fur—who in China could afford to buy or eat these?"
"Nine times out of ten, they were sold out of the country."
"If that's the case, then there are plenty of things that foreigners like, and that we have in our Lingzi area."
"There are several things available in winter alone, such as honeysuckle berries, honey, wild beets, and raspberries."
"Raspberries, also known as tree berries, can be made into jam, just like honeysuckle berries."
"Foreigners like to use this stuff to spread on bread."
The village chief listened patiently and attentively to Lin Mo's eloquent and effortless speech.
His eyes gradually widened, and a "good boy" sounded in his stomach.
This kid actually knows so much.
He knew about honey, but couldn't recall it, let alone how to get it.
Then there was the raspberry, which sounded somewhat familiar to him; he only knew that it was a red wild fruit that he had seen in the mountains.
I've never even heard of the others.
Lin Mo knew so much!
"These are all things we can make in winter?" Wu Fengshou's stomach swelled with immense excitement. He ran into the Lin family's main room to get paper and pen, then dashed out again.
"Write it down, I'll go to the county to ask right away!"
After writing those words to the village chief, the village chief actually borrowed his sidecar motorcycle and drove off to the county.
...
In Wu Mancang's office at the Commerce Bureau, all the staff members were busy running around, but he was the only one who was very idle.
At the same time, the pressure is also very high.
This "iron rice bowl" job comes with planned tasks; every year, a designated amount of goods must be sold, otherwise bonuses will be affected, and even more so, one's career prospects.
"The market demand for fur is only generated by a luxurious lifestyle. Is this a normal law of development in a commodity economy? No, this is a demand that only exists in capitalism."
"Wu Ke, the overall planning for furs has also been cancelled."
Wu Mancang was worried about what to do with his planned tasks.
Liu Ming's voice drifted over again out of nowhere, and with a few words and a casual remark, he further narrowed down the scope of his authority.
The surging blood pressure made Wu Mancang feel dizzy.
"Why aren't you saying anything? Is my voice very soft?" Liu Ming smiled as he looked at Wu Mancang, who was peacefully closing his eyes.
He wasn't actually targeting Wu Mancang. He'd seen Wu Mancang's face hundreds of times and still couldn't remember what he looked like.
He was only targeting Laoshu Village.
Anything that Laoshu Village can get that makes money is the same thing he can get.
By cutting off the supply chain between Laoshu Village and the Commerce Bureau, they can open up a path for themselves to receive these goods.
With one hand, you earn a few cents or a few dollars; with the other hand, you spend tens or hundreds.
This isn't just about leaving some oil on the pork after handling it; it's about leaving all the pork behind after handling it.
In the past, the Revolutionary Committee could confiscate other people's property anywhere, making money in a simple and brutal way.
These days, you even have to use your brain to make money. It's really tough.
Wu Mancang tried hard to suppress his surging blood pressure.
Just as an angry roar was about to erupt.
"Wu Ke, someone is looking for you outside the bureau compound." A colleague suddenly passed by outside the office and relayed the message to him.
Wu Mancang snapped out of his emotional turmoil, calmed down, and got up to walk outside.
It was his younger brother who came to see him.
I really want to cry my heart out in my brother's arms. I've been wronged so much, and I feel so frustrated.
"Hey bro, take a look at these. Do you manage all the coordination here?"
Wu Fengshou was eager for an answer and didn't notice that his older brother's mood and expression were a bit off. As soon as he saw his older brother, he rushed straight to the point.
"Honey? That's definitely being coordinated, but can we even get it in the dead of winter?"
Wu Mancang squinted at the child's messy pencil writing in his workbook.
He recognizes the words, but he doesn't recognize the objects.
"Lin Mo said these are all mountain products that are available even in winter," Wu Fengshou relayed.
Hearing his younger brother's words, Wu Mancang was somewhat skeptical.
The winters in Northeast China are so cold, the kind of cold that leaves nothing but barren land. The soil is frozen harder than the asphalt roads outside, so for him, nothing is the norm.
Looking at the list now, he had the illusion that winter was the harvest season in the Greater Khingan Mountains.
"Wait for me a moment."
He picked up the notebook, turned around, and walked into the courtyard, taking deep breaths to calm himself down as he went.
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