Old Sun knew her son was picking mushrooms and wanted to make some money, so she asked her sisters to go up the mountain. Wang also took Zhao Ruxin up the mountain, and even the old Xiao family went out to pick mushrooms.
With such a big event, almost all the villagers came to the mountain to hang out. No, the people working in the fields and selling sugar did not come, but only the boy scouts and the old men.
"Dad, it's a good thing we wanted mushrooms. If we wanted trees, this mountain would be barren soon."
"If you want trees, no one will go up the mountain to cut them down. A small amount is fine, but large ones are definitely not allowed."
"Why?"
"Now what do we burn after we cut down trees? Haven't you noticed that we go up the mountain to pick up branches that have fallen on the ground, and we cut down dead and withered trees.
The ancestral teachings passed down by our ancestors are that everything should be done in a long-term manner and never overdo it. We must leave food for future generations.”
My god, the older generation thinks so far ahead and has such sharp brains.
"Ancestors are heroes."
"With so many people here, we won't go up the mountain to pick mushrooms today."
"You can pick up some wild vegetables, but recently people probably won't be picking wild vegetables. Just ask the family member to pick what you want to eat. Don't go up the mountain by yourself, okay?"
"I know, but how can I go up the mountain with so many people? I don't want to go up the mountain either. Isn't Chunmiao getting married? I often go to see her sew her wedding dress recently. It feels quite interesting."
"Why, you want to learn embroidery too?"
"Do you think I have a face that can embroider? She sews very well and it looks pretty good. When I get married, I will go to the capital to buy beautiful finished products."
"Xiao Lei might not be able to afford it." He had seen that it would cost at least a hundred taels of silver for two people.
"Isn't it me who is raising him? And did he give you less money?"
Zhao Dashu escaped death.
On the first day of mushroom harvest, a long line formed in front of the village elder's house. The villagers carried bamboo baskets filled with dried mushrooms and fungus.
"Dashu, I picked these mushrooms on the sunny slope. Look at their quality..." Mrs. Wang squeezed to the front and moved the basket closer to Zhao Dashu.
Old Sun came at some point and pushed Wang Po away: "Why are you in such a hurry? Line up!" She put her hands on her hips, like a door god. "My son collects dried goods, and there are certain rules! No moldy ones, no muddy ones, no weeds mixed in!"
Zhao Dashu: "I'm here just to see the excitement today. I don't understand mushrooms. Everyone line up over there, please line up!"
I'm really strong. I pushed Mrs. Wang several steps away in one go.
Old Sun handed the mushrooms in the basket to Zhao Dashu and said, "I picked these a few days ago. Please weigh them for me. There are so many people queuing up. How long will it take? I can't wait. My legs can't stand."
Zhao Dashu took a look at the mushrooms in the basket and felt a buzzing pain on his forehead. "Mom, what is this? I want dried mushrooms, what is this?"
"Wouldn't it be dry if you dried it in the sun? I haven't had time to dry it yet."
Zhao Dashu dug under the basket a few times and said, "Mom, the mushrooms underneath are all rotten."
I've seen people who cheat their sons, but I've never seen anyone do it so blatantly. Zhao Dashu's forehead started to hurt again, he was so angry.
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