Li Long hauled a cartload of poles back to the big courtyard first.
He was no workaholic. There was no need to work like a machine, going straight from one task to the next.
Home came first, and life came first. Making money was meant to improve life, not eat into the time spent enjoying it.
It was still morning when he returned to the courtyard. Seeing that he had over an hour before he was due at Sister Yang's for lunch, Li Long decided to tidy the house first.
The twenty pelts had dried and gone stiff. That was how untanned pelts were. Since he did not really know how to tan them anyway, he would sell them straight to the Purchasing Station.
There were rather a lot of pelts, but the tractor was loaded with poles and had the harvester attached at the front. Li Long carried the pelts out in two trips, secured them over the bicycle's rear rack, then rode off.
The pelts smelled strongly, filling the air with a rank stench, so Li Long left the side room's door open. It needed airing out, or anything stored there later would pick up the smell.
The Purchasing Station's yard was quite busy. When Li Long rode over, he found several people already queuing to sell things.
Some had carried their goods over, some had led donkey carts, and one had come by bicycle.
Li Long propped his bicycle against the wall and went over for a look. The goods people had brought to sell were varied too.
Most were medicinal herbs. Someone was even selling fritillaria at this time of year; it looked as though it had been dug up in summer and kept until now.
There seemed to be a dozen or so kilograms, enough