After the dark clouds came a torrential downpour.
It rained often in the mountains, and the closer one went to Inner Mountain, the more frequent the rain became. But these were usually showers that stopped as soon as they were over, followed by brilliant sunshine.
Only the raindrops on the grass and trees proved that it had rained there.
Of course, there was something else that could prove it: the mushrooms in the woods after the rain.
Mushrooms did not sprout immediately after a shower, either. Too much moisture was not good for the growth of some mushrooms.
Although Li Long had a Jeep, he had already eaten lunch in Small White Poplar Gully when it started raining. He could have driven straight back, but after looking at the clouds to the west, he felt the rain would not be too heavy. He might as well stay.
If he went back a little later, he would have more fritillaria to take home.
Li Long sat in the doorway of the big cabin, while Sun Jiaqiang sat in the doorway of the small one, chatting with him.
"Xiao Sun, where do you go after you finish digging fritillaria?" Li Long had been a little curious last year, and this year he simply asked.
"I go work at my relative's place to earn some money." Watching the rain, Sun Jiaqiang said, "Actually, it's not really about earning money. Mainly, it gives me somewhere to eat and sleep. They don't give me much money at the end. After buying a train ticket, there's not much left.
"But there's nothing for me to do back home, either. My family only has a little land, and the grain we harvest is barely enough to eat. If I go back, that's another mouth to feed, and