The little one's purse connects the two worlds, turning a desolate village into a paradise.

The electric scooter rider's eyes swept over the shelf displaying baskets, then he glanced down at the price list.

It's immediately obvious that many prices have been raised.

Cao Xiulian stood behind the worktable, secretly bracing herself, feeling genuinely uneasy.

She wondered what the customers would think of their price increase, whether they would think they were being greedy and overcharging, especially with the hazel mushrooms that had almost tripled in price. She really had no idea.

"Oh my, there are hazel mushrooms too! It's not easy to find genuine, fresh wild hazel mushrooms at this time of year." The passenger on the electric scooter grabbed a hazel mushroom.

The mushrooms are dry and thick, with exceptionally good color.

Cao Xiulian stared at the electric scooter rider's hand.

I was afraid that the next thing I'd say would be to criticize her for being a heartless merchant.

"These hazel mushrooms are of good quality. I'll make a chicken stew with mushrooms when I get back." The passenger on the electric scooter was completely unaware of Cao Xiulian's rich inner monologue behind him, and he held a mushroom close to his nose.

"Oh my god, this is the taste! This smelly sock smell is so authentic! Forty yuan a pound, I can stew a whole pot of it." The customer looked delighted.

Not far away, Ya Ya stared at the little electric scooter lady with a shocked expression: Someone actually likes to smell smelly socks!?

Then the electric scooter passenger glanced at the morel mushrooms again, smacked her lips, and remembered that when Huaya's shop was still a small street stall, they had sold a pound of morel mushrooms before, the first batch of fresh ones, and she had bought them all before she hesitated.

It used to be 350 yuan per catty. This time there are a lot of morel mushrooms, so the price has increased by 30 yuan. They look even tighter than the last time.

Let's get two ounces then. It'll hurt to eat more than that, and we'll regret it if we don't buy any.

Seeing that the customers' expressions remained unchanged even after seeing the price increase, and they continued to make their selections normally, Cao Xiulian finally felt relieved.

Before long, several more groups of customers came to the shop. The customers didn't say anything when they saw the slightly changed price list on the blackboard, since the quality of the mountain products in Huaya's shop was clearly displayed. There were other places selling wild vegetables and mushrooms nearby, and they had bought other things from them since the shop owner hadn't come over these past few days.

In terms of both taste and appearance, it can't compare to this place at all.

Bamboo shoots with shells outside cost 12 yuan per jin (500g), and slightly better quality ones can sell for 18 yuan. But this little boss only charges 15 yuan.

I guess people weren't familiar with prices before, but now that they've gotten used to it, prices have gone up a bit.

Many people buy rare morel mushrooms in small quantities, usually by the tael (a unit of weight).

Not everyone is as willing as Wang Guifen to spend a lot of money on food; just trying something new to satisfy a craving is enough.

With so many people, we each took a little and some, and before long, only about two pounds of morel mushrooms remained.

As for hazelnut mushrooms and bamboo shoots, they were sold out long ago.

Locals have always favored chicken stew with mushrooms, but this season, the only way to make it is to buy dried mushrooms, as dried mushrooms can never match the rich and flavorful taste of fresh ones.

Leiwozi mushrooms are especially popular. These mushrooms are fragrant even when simply stir-fried, and taste almost like meat. The Leiwozi mushrooms in this shop are all tender mushrooms that haven't opened their caps yet, and the price is very reasonable.

Many customers, when buying mountain delicacies, will casually ask when snails will be available again.

Cao Xiulian thought for a moment, but she wasn't sure either. She could only smile and say, "It depends on the weather. It's hard to say if it's not domesticated. It's definitely not going to be available if it rains these next few days. Let's see if we can get some when the weather clears up."

Zhang Limin originally didn't plan to go out. It was raining outside, wet and cold, and his legs were a little sore.

But his biological clock was set in stone, and he woke up around 5 a.m. He couldn't sleep and didn't want to get up, so he lay in bed reading a novel. He picked out a story about a farmer's son beating up his wife and kicking his bad neighbor and was engrossed in it when his phone popped up with a message.

Who can find him at this time?

Curious, Zhang Limin clicked on the message and found it was a shipping notification from the wild vegetable group he had joined the day before yesterday.

He exited WeChat and reopened the novel.

Ok?

wrong.

A group of wild vegetables?

Isn't this the shop where that little kid sells wild vegetables?

He reopened WeChat. Morel mushrooms, wild mushrooms, bamboo shoots, hazel mushrooms?! And... washed, clean lichen??

Zhang Limin did a somersault.

I couldn't get up.

He slowly sat up from the bed, supporting his aching back. Since these things were expensive and he knew he wouldn't be able to sell them all, he wasn't in a hurry.

He knew the price range for morel mushrooms.

The group chat was quiet and no one was talking. I guess no one had gotten up yet. Sigh, young people, they don't know that the early bird catches the worm.

The more Zhang Limin thought about it, the less anxious he became.

After leisurely feeding his little darling a few nourishing pills and a few sips of water, and checking that the birdcage was lined with clean paper, Zhang Limin wrapped his coat around himself and went out.

The number of people at the morning market today was half that of usual.

Zhang Limin held an umbrella in one hand and carried a birdcage in the other.

When he strolled leisurely into the store, he was dumbfounded.

The huge five-tiered shelves were deserted, almost entirely filled with empty baskets. The two pots on the stove by the entrance were also turned off. A few customers sat in the shop, each with a bag of mushrooms beside them.

The two bosses were cleaning the stove, looking like they were about to finish work.

We didn't see a single thunderclap or lichen.

Zhang Limin reluctantly looked at the shelf again and found a half-basket of morel mushrooms in the top basket, which weighed about a pound at most.

Ah this...

There weren't many customers in the store. Who bought all these good items so quietly, and when?

"Grandpa Zhang!" Ya Ya called out happily when she saw Zhang Limin.

"Hey, little boss!" Zhang Limin now joined the others in calling Ya Ya "little boss," asking, "Are all the vegetables sold out today? Is this all you have? Do you have any snails left?"

Zhang Limin, holding a half-basket of morel mushrooms, asked somewhat reluctantly.

What if the small business owner had some good stuff that they hadn't brought out yet, or they were afraid it would spoil and took it away?

"Yes, Grandpa Zhang, you're sleeping in! Everything's sold out! There are no snails today. The water in the mountains is too wet, and Grandpa Village Chief said it's hard to find snails now, so we'll have to wait a few more days."

Zhang Limin was somewhat embarrassed; it was the first time he had ever realized that the items at Huaya's shop were so popular.

"Grandpa, come earlier next time." He glanced at the small blackboard, put the remaining morel mushrooms into a plastic bag, weighed them, and paid.

There was hardly any food in the shop, so he didn't stay long.