Huang Lei found a truck through the County Transport Company and hauled away nearly eight hundred kilograms of dried mushrooms, leaving Li Long with over thirty thousand yuan more in his bag.
Of all the purchasing stations in Northern Xinjiang, few bought dried wild mushrooms, so Li Long's and Chen Hongjun's stations attracted quite a crowd.
Unlike fritillaria, these didn't need to be dug up. You just had to find where they grew.
Both morels and black tiger's paw mushrooms reproduced through spores. Generally, a place that grew morels this year would grow them again next year.
So people who didn't particularly want to dig fritillaria, or knew where wild mushrooms grew, would usually come looking for them.
After all, someone experienced who knew the right places could easily pick seven or eight kilograms of morels a day if they put their mind to it.
And seven or eight kilograms would dry down to roughly one kilogram, which could fetch twenty or thirty yuan at the purchasing station.
What a good deal!
It wasn't as exhausting as digging fritillaria. All it took was climbing over a few more mountains.
More importantly, forest rangers generally wouldn't confiscate mushrooms from people gathering them. Picking mushrooms didn't damage forest resources, after all, and wasn't illegal.
So by early May, the purchasing station was growing increasingly crowded, with people filling the courtyard. Fortunately, the veteran resellers knew to line up. With a slight air of superiority, they would tell the unfamiliar newcomers to get in line, then talk about their hauls while they waited.
Fan Mingcheng was the loudest of them all. With his GAZ vehicle, he could cover a much wider area, so each trip brought in more goods and earned him more money.
Plenty of people envied him, so some of those