The weather is getting hotter and hotter, and even in the mountains, you can still feel the power of the sun at noon.
Fortunately, as long as you hide in the shade, you can avoid the direct physical damage caused by the sun, and even I can feel a hint of coolness.
Lunch was relatively simple, with cold mushrooms, steamed buns baked on the stove in the house, venison soup, and cooked meat.
Li Long didn't want to move anymore after he had eaten and drank. However, the cooked meat and oil must be poured out, otherwise they will become soaked in the pot and become difficult to remove.
Just take out the cooked meat, spread it with salt and hang it on a rope to dry. Dried meat was originally mostly made from raw meat. Li Long made mature meat just to make it easier to eat. Even if it is difficult to make a fire, you can just tear it off and eat it.
After all these things were done, he took a chair and leaned against the wall of the wooden house to sit and rest.
One afternoon, Li Long sat here for more than an hour. Seeing that the time was about the same, he stood up and walked around.
No one comes, which means that the mountains are really empty.
Actually, he can leave now, but these finishing touches made him think he might as well continue.
As the sun was about to set, Li Long began to take back the meat and Fritillaria. He thought he would stay one more day tomorrow, and he would leave regardless of whether anyone else would come later.
He has almost exhausted his kindness and righteousness, and he needs to go home and enjoy life.
When I was packing my things and preparing to go back to the house, the sound of horse hooves sounded in the distance.
Li Long looked to the east and saw Bolati.
He trotted to the wooden house on horseback, got off the horse, and took out two bags tied together from the saddle.
“That’s all in the end.” Polati said, “When we were patrolling the mountain, they stopped us on the mountain road. Those people were very smart, and they walked after the sun had set. They thought we They don't care - but they don't think about it. If they go out like this, what if there is a wolf behind Beishan? Will they die if they bite it? "
Li Long shook his head. There are many people who take risks. Eighty percent of the world's chances are that they are lucky and feel that they are luckier than others.
He opened the bag and looked at it, a little surprised.
On the surface, these two bags of caladiums are quite clean and should have been washed. Grab a handful in your hand and it will be 80% dry. You only need to dry it for another day and it will be basically dry.
Even if you get it from the purchasing station now, I guess the staff will be willing to accept it. The price will be a little lower, but it will definitely be better than selling it here.
"Okay, okay, hurry up and weigh it, I have to rush back." Polati said, "This is the last time. I guess there will be no more in the future."
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"Well, I will go back to the county tomorrow and the day after tomorrow." Li Long went to get the scale and said while weighing it, "I will come back to the mountains when I have time, and then I will meet you at the forestry team."
"Okay. "These are all converted into money."
Two bags of Fritillaria weighed 33 kilograms, and Li Long gave Bolati five hundred yuan.
“So much?” Polati didn’t expect that these two bags of Fritillaria could be sold for so much money.
“Well,” Li Long smiled, “it’s relatively clean and has been dried.”
"Here you go." Bolati took out a big piece of dough and handed it to Li Long, "In exchange for a cage of wine! If there are so many, I have to treat everyone to a drink! By the way, some meat too! What kind of meat is this? ”
“Venison!”
“Good. Okay, venison is good!" Polati took out another big dough and gave it to Li Long, "Can you give me a few pieces, are they cooked?"
Li Long. I found a bag, filled him with some venison, and gave him a cage of five liters of wine.
"Okay, let's go. Li Long, good friend!" Polati smiled, picked up the things, got on his horse, whipped his whip, and galloped away to the east.
Li Long carried Fritillaria into the house, stood at the door and looked around. When no one was there, he closed the door, locked it, and prepared to sleep.
Early the next morning, Li Long got up at dawn. When I opened the door, I felt a chill. Even though it's May, the temperature difference between morning and evening in the mountains is still huge.
Li Long tightened his clothes, went to the toilet to pee, and then came back to wash up.
He turned on the stove and boiled water, then locked the door, picked up a bag, and walked into the woods with a gun on his back.
This time I came out not for hunting, but mainly because I wanted to get some precious ingredients that would be difficult to eat in the future.
In May, the morels in the mountains are coming out.
Morels are unfamiliar to many people outside the mountains. Even though they are only a few dozen kilometers away from the North Tianshan Mountains, most people in Li Long’s village really don’t know about them. existence, and what it looks like.
It is normal for the information to be closed to this point. After all, before smartphones and the explosion of information on various online platforms, this information was mainly transmitted by word of mouth. Some things are transmitted incorrectly, and some things are artificially hidden when they reach a certain stage, interrupting the transmission. Then the message is equivalent to being cut off and lost.
Some people don’t believe that people in the mountains know that some things are rare but don’t use them to make money. They really don’t understand the actual situation at that time.
To use the simplest analogy, Kazakh herdsmen basically did not eat wild vegetables or mushrooms before the beginning of the 21st century. These things are basically outside the scope of their recipes.
Even in the 20s of the 21st century, some local herdsmen still laughed at the Han people who went into the mountains to dig wild vegetables as grass eaters.
At that time, they didn’t understand why the Han people ate mushrooms. In their eyes, morels worth thousands of yuan per kilogram, and once sold for two to three thousand yuan, are no more valuable than several kilograms of potatoes or sprouts.
Most people do think so.
But information is in the hands of a few people, and some of the people who have these few information have made a fortune based on this information, and some don't care about it at all, so the spread of information has become narrower and narrower.
It is said that there is no intention when speaking, but there is intention when listening. In fact, this is what it means sometimes. Some of the information you mentioned may be useless to you and can only be used as conversation material, but in the eyes of others, this is good information that can be monetized and can be exchanged for money.
Some people do not make money purely by luck. This is on the one hand, and on the other hand it is because they seize business opportunities.
In the 2000s, on the Qolma section of the Duku Highway, in the early years before Northern Xinjiang tourism was opened every year, several herdsmen’s children would lead their horses on the highway. Waiting on the side, waiting for tourists to come over, shouting loudly, "Twenty for one horse ride", you can earn tens of thousands of yuan during a holiday.
Don’t the other children know? Unexpected?
Sorry, I really can’t think of it.
There is a grassland in Jingmusi Township, NLK County. The main plant in the grassland is poppy poppy, also known as wild poppy, commonly known as Tianshan safflower. When the red flowers bloom in June every year, the mountains and plains are all over the place, which is particularly beautiful to look at.
The pasture is fenced with barbed wire. Its main function is to prevent cattle and sheep from coming in to eat, because this pasture is used to prepare for winter in July and August.
But tourists don’t care. If it’s such a beautiful scenery, they’ll stop and have a look. Then some people will get into the barbed wire fence to take pictures in the grassland, which will naturally trample the grassland.
The owner of the pasture was very angry and had no choice but to ride a motorcycle here to watch and not let anyone in.
Later, someone gave him an idea. You let them come in. Each person who comes in will give you ten yuan and take photos as you like. The herdsmen felt that it was impossible for those people to pay.
However, there are a lot of people who want to spend money. After spending thousands to travel, do you still need less money to take photos? Such a beautiful scene!
Then the herdsman discovered that the money he earned from taking pictures of red flowers in one season was more than the money he paid for all the fodder in his pasture combined.
As the news spreads, others will follow the same example. This is still a plain area in the mountains.
What about the herdsmen in the mountains? Maybe the only people who communicate with each other every year or three to five years are the dozen or so families of herdsmen from the same tribe. There are not many sources of information at all, and it is difficult to update their ideas.
The radio is a good thing and has already begun to change the fate of the tribe. This is the benefit of information circulation.
Therefore, sometimes smartphones are really a good thing, spreading a lot of information, and then everyone knows how to make money. The herdsmen in the mountains knew that mushrooms could be sold for money. At first, a fertilizer bag of mushrooms was sold for 50 yuan, but later I learned that a kilogram of Bachu mushrooms was sold for 100 yuan.
At first, the vegetable sellers in the county went to the mountains to collect morels. They received the fresh produce from the herdsmen for twenty yuan per kilogram, and then sold it to the county for one hundred and fifty yuan.
But with the popularization of mobile phones, various masters of mushroom hunting, and herdsmen communicating with each other, they know that those things in the mountains that they think are useless are actually very valuable.
It will take thirty years to reach that point, so now Li Long can easily pick morels.
Morels, like caladiums, are seasonal "crops", but caladiums are purchased explicitly by purchasing stations and are in high demand. Moreover, caladiums are easy to find in the mountains. A month ago, as long as you found a valley rich in caladiums, the whole ditch would be filled with caladiums, and you could dig them all day without moving.
But morels are different. Although they are also long in pieces, if you can find twenty or thirty in one piece, it is already a lot.
So looking for this requires running all over the mountains and plains. It may take a day to find it, but you can only find a few kilograms at most.
The purchase station also gives a price, which is not as good as the price of Fritillaria, so even if the ordinary mountain people who dig Fritillaria know that this thing is a good thing, they will not go out of their way to find it.
Not worth it.
Li Long didn't care. He was waiting to harvest the fritillaries anyway, and he probably wouldn't be able to harvest much in the past two days. In the past month or so, he has actually collected enough. Now he wished that no one would come to deliver the caladiums, so that he could collect mushrooms for two days without any worries and take them back to show off to his family.
Most of the morels in the mountains grow in pine forests, and the shapes that grow in poplar forests on the plains are different. Pointy in the mountains, and slightly darker. Most of them have flat round heads and are gray in color.
This is the experience that Li Long picked up himself. He brought a small knife, and when he encountered morels, he would directly use the knife to cut the morels close to the ground, which would be cleaner.
Businessmen in later generations wanted to bring all the soil on the roots when picking morels. In fact, anyone who has eaten this thing knows that it is really troublesome to wash it when it is picked with soil, because morels have many wrinkles, and it is difficult to wash them out if the soil gets in even a little bit. Moreover, this thing is fresh and very crumbly. It will break if you use too much force when washing.
Waste.
Before the sun had risen, a wild rabbit occasionally passed by in the pine forest. When it saw Li Long, it ran away in fright. He put the gun behind his back and found morels in the moss under a forest where he had searched last year.
Morels, like other mushrooms, grow steadily. Usually, unless the underground mycelium in a place is completely destroyed, or the environment is completely changed, it can be picked in the same place every year.
Li Long saw that this piece of morels was undisturbed. The largest one was the size of an adult's fist, but it was a little too long and the top was already a little dry.
Morels are similar to bacha mushrooms. They are killed when they grow old. Unlike straw mushrooms, they are eaten by bugs when they grow old. Bugs don’t seem to like morels.
There are more than twenty in this area, varying in size. Li Long used a knife to cut each one, and he was very satisfied when he saw that the bacteria were clean.
You can take it back and wash it before cooking and eating, which is very convenient.
After more than an hour, when the sun rose, Li Long carried half a bag of morels and walked back with satisfaction.
Is this considered jungle? After all, the mountains are truly ownerless now, and the forestry team mainly protects forestry resources. And those in later generations who used the name of junglers to go to the mountains contracted by others to pick persimmons and kiwis, is that considered stealing?
Back at the cabin, sure enough, no one was there. It's also possible that someone came over and left without seeing anyone.
Li Long didn't care so much. He opened the door, took a basin, washed the morels, and dried them on the handle. The water on the stove in the room was already boiling, so Li Long scooped the water into the thermos, then added water again and started making porridge.
I went to do some activities in the morning for an hour, and I happened to be hungry, so I decided to make a hearty breakfast.
I made a mixing bowl with spicy oil and vinegar, cut up some cooked venison and offal and put it on a plate, then took two steamed buns and put them under the stove to bake.
Morels are suitable for stewing soup, not for cold salad. In the past two days, he enjoyed eating the mushrooms cold, so he walked around on the grass again and picked four or five fresh grasses that had just grown. Go to the spring to wash the mushrooms and put them on the table. Set up a fire on the stove outside to boil water. After a while, the water will be boiled.
Breakfast was cooked for more than half an hour. By the time it was completely done, Li Long had already swallowed several times.
On the table outside the house were porridge, sliced meat, dipping sauces, grilled golden steamed buns, and cold mushrooms.
The vinegar smell is quite strong, but Li Long likes it. He took the steamed buns and started eating. Although he tried to eat slowly, in fact, it was like a whirlwind. Two grilled steamed buns, a large plate of venison and offal, a plate of mushrooms, and finally a bowl of porridge.
In less than twenty minutes, it was clean.
The sun rose, and the world was quiet, as if he existed alone.
Go and take out the caladiums and hang up the dried meat. You can dry them today. If nothing happens, you can pick up some mushrooms tomorrow morning and you can pack them up and go home.
At the end of the day, only one person came over at noon and sold two kilograms of Fritillaria. He asked for the money, and then walked towards Beishan with the money and his own bag.
Another person left. Now Li Long doesn't know how many there are in the mountains, but there are definitely fewer and fewer.
While he was free, he finally put the wood he had chopped last time into the bucket of the cart. He originally planned to build a shelf directly, but considering that after building a shelf, he would not be able to enter the county compound. The gate was open, and the gate in the village could be entered, so I thought about pulling back the wood and building it again when I needed to pull out the wheat sheaves.
Now he is just packing his things. Some of the things in the cabin were also packed away. The caladium must be brought back for sure. You need to take most of the dried meat back and leave some here. If you go up the mountain later, at least you will have something to eat when you are not hunting.
You should also leave some of the roasted meat sealed in oil, which is the same as air-dried meat. Leave two bags of other supplies, food, and some salt, tea, sugar cubes, etc. here. .
The remaining materials used to exchange for the fritillaries will be taken back. There is no use staying here anymore. If there is another incident like this next year, let’s talk about it then. The less stuff left here, the less damage there may be.
After all, you can't expect people in the mountains to be well-behaved. There were some irregularities before, and Li Long and Polati were asked to handle several batches, so these people were relatively well-behaved. But if they find that no one is here for a long time, they will definitely not mind opening the door and taking whatever they want.
After putting everything away and drying the bedding, Li Long waited for tomorrow morning.
No one came to deliver the caladiums in the afternoon, so Li Long knew that this caladium season was completely over.
Early the next morning, Li Long ran to another forest and started picking morels, just like yesterday. There is no shortage of meat at home now, but if you don’t eat enough of these ingredients, make more of them.
I was lucky this morning. I saw several pieces of morel mushrooms growing luxuriantly, both large and small. Later, Li Long simply stopped picking the small ones, mainly the big ones. .
In less than two hours in the morning, Li Long made most of the morels in urea bags.
The feeling of a great harvest!
This will be the envy of many people in future generations. He vaguely remembers that he felt very lucky when someone picked up a few morels. After all, he could make a pot of soup.
This is a bit exaggerated.
No one knows about these things these days. People like me are really happy to be in such an environment.
Carrying morels, return to the cabin like a victorious general. This morning was not so meticulous. After breakfast in a hurry, I opened the lid of the stove, got water to put out the fire, then moved the supplies onto the tractor one by one, fixed them, and locked the door. Then Li Long shook the tractor and started it. Then we drove towards the outside of the mountain.
It may not be long before we have to go into the mountains, but at least in Li Long's mind, this fritillary season is completely over.
Although he came to the mountains in the name of making money, Li Long knew that although making money was really profitable in the eyes of the villagers, he actually got the big head. Caladium.
The three bags of caladium in the tractor can still be sold for a thousand yuan, and these are still the last two days.
Think about the time when there were more caladiums, how much more money you made!
As the tractor trudged along the country road, Li Long looked calm and felt quite relieved. This was the end of a mission. He had no plans for what to do next, but he could finally take a break.
I and Gu Xiaoxia have already agreed to have a child, but there is no big news after spending less time together and more separation. (End of this chapter)