After breakfast the next morning, Li Long poured the dried mushrooms he had brought back from Sun Jiaqiang onto a large sieve and began sorting them.
Sun Jiaqiang picked mushrooms differently from Li Long. He pulled them up roots and all, bringing along quite a bit of soil. Li Long found a pair of scissors and snipped off the roots. A pass through the sieve would remove most of the dried dirt.
Han Fang came over and crouched beside Li Long to help clean the wild mushrooms. After a few pointers from him, she quickly got the hang of it and worked away cheerfully.
Li Long could have taken these morels and Black Tiger's Paw Mushrooms straight to the Purchasing Station to sell. The Purchasing Station always offered quite high prices for these rare, valuable mushrooms.
But he did not. Ever since he had begun picking mushrooms to sell to the Purchasing Station over two years ago, Li Long had stuck to selling high-quality goods, including pelts and fritillaria.
If he could clean something up a little more, he did, whether it was fritillaria or wild mushrooms.
He had worked hard to build his reputation and had no intention of letting it slip.
Keeping up this habit brought him greater returns, and all it took was a little effort. Anyone else given the same opportunity would have jumped at it.
A wooden bed stood in the yard with a mat spread over it, and both children lay on it. A mosquito net hung over the bed, keeping out insects and blocking the sunlight as well.
Li Long wondered whether he should put up a grape trellis in the yard, so they would at least have somewhere to sit in the shade during the height of summer.
The yard was large