After three rounds of wine and five courses of food,
they began discussing business.
"Zi Yi, lately, besides the people of Clear River Township, villagers from over a dozen neighboring townships, including Cloud Osmanthus Township and Clear Lake Township, have all been mobilized to gather Matsutake from the mountain ranges near them and bring it here. That's how we managed to collect thirty thousand jin so quickly."
"From what the younger members of my family have found out, they're still processing a great deal of Matsutake. Over the next ten days, I fear we'll receive several times more than we did in the past ten."
An Ye took a sip of yellow wine and spoke.
"Well, would you look at that. It's practically the whole county getting in on this."
Lin Ze marveled.
"Zi Yi, are you sure you can sell all the Matsutake you're collecting?"
"Be careful you don't collect too much and let it rot in the warehouse."
At that, An Ye asked worriedly.
Though Lin Ze had hinted last time that there were quite a few elders and fellow disciples in his sect,
no matter how many people there were, or how much they liked Matsutake, they couldn't possibly eat tens or even hundreds of thousands of jin in a year.
Aside from worrying that Lin Ze was wasting money buying too many useless wild mushrooms, An Ye was also concerned that they might not be able to continue this Matsutake-buying business next year.
"I found a way to sell them to some other acquaintances. We can definitely sell all the Matsutake, and it won't affect our ability to keep buying next year."
"Elder, you can keep buying Matsutake in large quantities. There's no need to worry."
Lin Ze gave a simple explanation.
He didn't go into