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More and more people gathered in the open space under the elm tree.

The villagers, carrying hoes, gathered in twos and threes, craning their necks to look and whispering amongst themselves, but not one of them went home to collect the goods.

They all stared at Lu Qingshan with curiosity, but in their hearts they didn't believe it.

Aunt Zhang, hands on her hips, shouted at Lin Xiulan, "Xiulan, is what's written on this sign real or fake?"

Lin Xiulan clutched the cloth bag in her hand, her palms were a little sweaty, but she still straightened her back.

"Auntie, of course it's true."

"How much do dried mushrooms cost?"

"Hazel mushrooms are 37 cents each, and button mushrooms are 40 cents each."

A buzz of discussion immediately arose in the crowd, and everyone started calculating.

"Hey, did you hear that? They're paying two cents more per pound than they do in the city."

An older woman leaning on a hoe lowered her voice and nudged the person next to her with her elbow.

"Two cents isn't much, but if we sell ten pounds, that'll be two mao more!"

The old man wearing a straw hat next to him smacked his lips, "Two cents, that's enough to buy a box of matches at the supply and marketing cooperative."

"That's right, why not take advantage of this opportunity..."

The aunt craned her neck to look ahead, but her feet didn't move, she just stared at everyone.

The old man stretched his neck and tilted his head: "Then you go first?"

"Me? Why should I be in such a hurry?"

The woman sheepishly shrank back, saying, "I don't have much, no rush..."

Nobody wants to be the first to try something new, in case they get scammed.

Lu Qingshan leaned against the table, slowly wiping the scale beam with a cloth, not even glancing at them.

Just then, a sharp voice cut in.

"Everyone, disperse! Don't listen to his bragging!"

Zhao Laosan pushed through the crowd, walked to the front, and glanced at Lu Qingshan sideways.

He hated Lu Qingshan to the core. He had only just been released when he heard that Lu Qingshan had taken his nephew's job.

Right now, they can't stand to see Lu Qingshan doing well at all; they've already restrained themselves from throwing stones at Lu Qingshan's house in the middle of the night.

"Don't we know what his family's financial situation is? The pigs they hunted a few days ago, along with three rounds of cigarettes and a radio, emptied their savings. Where would they get the spare money to buy mountain products?"

"I think they just want to get something for nothing, to swindle our hard-earned goods first, and they won't pay us!"

These words struck a chord with the villagers, and many picked up their hoes and headed to the fields.

Lin Xiulan's cheeks turned red with anger.

"Zhao Laosan, don't talk nonsense! If Qingshan says he'll take it, he definitely will!"

"Receive? Receive with what? With your mouth?"

Old Zhao chuckled strangely, "Or should I return your 'three turns and one sound' (referring to a set of watches, a watch, a watch, and a watch) and exchange it for some money?"

He was certain that Lu Qingshan couldn't come up with the money.

Several people around him who were close to him also joined in the commotion.

"Exactly! Let's see what they're made of!"

"If you don't have money, don't delay everyone's work!"

The crowd began to get impatient and was about to disperse.

"Qing... Brother Qingshan..."

A faint, mosquito-like sound came from behind the crowd.

Li Erniu, the most honest man in the village, squeezed in with a flushed face, carrying a worn-out basket on his back.

He dared not look at anyone else, only staring at his own toes.

"I have some dried hazelnuts, but not many. Could I exchange them for two yuan... so I can buy some cloth to make a new cotton-padded jacket for my child..."

All eyes were on Li Erniu.

Zhao Laosan snorted and crossed his arms, ready to watch the spectacle unfold.

Lu Qingshan finally raised his head.

He ignored Zhao Laosan and only said one sentence to Li Erniu.

"Bring it here."

Li Erniu handed over the basket with trembling hands.

Lu Qingshan took it, and with a splash, poured all the hazel mushrooms inside onto the table, then quickly put them into the weighing pan.

He adjusted the weight, and the bronze balance beam rose steadily.

"Ten pounds and two ounces, good quality."

He gave the weight, but got stuck on the math.

"Hazel mushrooms cost 37 cents a pound, so the total is..."

Xiulan replied, "Three yuan, seventy-seven and four fen, I'll give you three yuan and eight fen."

After saying that, Lin Xiulan immediately stepped forward and, under everyone's gaze, opened the cloth bag that she had been tightly holding in her arms.

She took out a few bills, counted them carefully twice, and handed them to Li Erniu.

"Brother Erniu, please count."

Li Erniu's hands were shaking so badly that he could barely catch the bills.

The pristine feel of the ticket and the unique smell of ink brought tears to his eyes.

"It's true!"

"Qingshan paid in cash! Not a penny less!"

That shout instantly silenced the previously noisy crowd.

Zhao Laosan's face turned a deep purplish-red, but he pretended to be confident: "Pretend! Keep pretending! He must have borrowed it to make a scene. I don't believe he has any more!"

Lu Qingshan reached out and took the large cloth bag from Lin Xiulan's hand, grabbed the bottom of the bag, and gently poured it onto the table.

"Splash—"

One stack, two stacks, three stacks...

Bundles of paper tied together with strips of paper formed a small mountain on the old wooden table.

Under the elm tree, you could hear a pin drop in an instant.

The villagers stared wide-eyed, their mouths agape, like chickens being strangled.

That's money.

It was more money than many of them had ever seen in their entire lives.

The mockery on Zhao Laosan's face froze. He stared intently at the pile of money, his lips trembling, unable to utter a single word.

Lu Qingshan tapped his fingers lightly on the pile of money.

"I, Lu Qingshan, will buy as much of your mountain produce as you have."

"I'm not short of money!"

silence.

After a deathly silence came a volcanic eruption.

"Oh my god! I'm going home to get a stick!"

"Don't try to take it from me! It's my family's aged ginseng!"

"Get out of my way! My deer antlers!"

The crowd went crazy.

They stopped watching the spectacle and forgot about going to work. Pushing and cursing, they ran home like a pack of wolves that had seen blood.

The entire Hongshitun village was in an uproar.

Zhao Laosan was pushed to the ground by a burly man who had lost his mind, and no one even glanced at him.

In just a moment, the table was empty.

Immediately afterwards, less than the time it takes to smoke a cigarette, chaotic footsteps and shouts came from all directions.

Li Erniu, Aunt Zhang, and many other villagers whose names I don't know rushed out from every corner of the village, carrying, shouldering, and hugging all sorts of mountain goods.

Soon, the small square table was buried under a mountain of goods.

"Qingshan! Call me first!"

"Mine! Mine! I have half a bag of walnuts!"

As Lu Qingshan ordered, he shouted, "Line up! Line up! We'll take them all!"

In this bustling scene, Lu Qingshan and Xiulan were simply too busy to keep up.

As more and more villagers gathered, the scene was on the verge of getting out of control.

Lu Qingshan wiped the sweat from his forehead and noticed Erniu, who was about to leave from outside the crowd.

His eyes lit up, and he grabbed Li Erniu, saying, "Erniu! Come help me weigh and move the goods! I'll pay you for your work!"

Li Erniu was already grateful to Lu Qingshan for accepting his goods, so he nodded repeatedly.

"Don't worry, leave the heavy lifting to me!"

After saying that, he rolled up his sleeves and excitedly joined the busy work.