The uncle replied: "There are all the nearby towns saying this, and of course there are also street stall towns. What do you collect? Did the coarse cloth bag be collected?"

He Laosan smiled and said, "The coarse cloth bag is not collected, it is our stuff. We usually collect some medicinal materials and materials, or antiques."

The uncle asked, "Can you harvest dried mushrooms?"

He Laosan replied: "If you collect Ganoderma lucidum, you won't collect ordinary mushrooms."

The uncle smiled silly: "There are a few big ones in my house that were collected on the edge of Youmang Mountain. I don't know what the value is. Can the bosses go and see it?"

He Laosan looked at Du Yong.

Du Yong smiled and said, "Uncle, is your home far away?"

The uncle quickly said, "It's only a few miles away."

Du Yong nodded: "That's OK."

I followed the uncle and found that there were only a few miles of land. This was a small village, with only a dozen families without serious arable land. They all made a living by hunting and firewood. Each family reclaimed vegetable fields around the house and planted various green vegetables.

Walking east for more than ten miles is the street stall town, and there are two small towns to the north.

So it's not very isolated here. You can buy all the daily necessities you should buy, and it's enough to spend half a day.

Surprisingly, there are several small lakes here and the scenery is very good.

After seeing it, Dahei pulled Du Yong and said secretly: "Young master, this is OK!"

Du Yong nodded and made a gesture of calmness.

The uncle has a wife, son, and an old lady. They are all very enthusiastic, carrying stools to get fruits, and serving tea and water.

After drinking a cup of hot tea, the uncle brought the big mushroom he had saved and handed it to Du Yong: "Boss, take a look!"

There are three of them in total, they are all dry goods, quite large, and well preserved.

Du Yong observed carefully, then put it under his nose and smelled it, and said, "Uncle, these are all good things, why don't you sell them in the town?"

Although these three big mushrooms are not as good as the black Ganoderma lucidum collected last time, they are also very medicinal and are very good at treating internal injuries.

The uncle explained: "I took it to the pharmacy in the town, but the shopkeeper was willing to pay ten taels of silver each, so I can't bear to sell it."

Du Yong carefully placed the thing on the table: "You can offer a price, and I will buy it if it is right."

The uncle smiled shyly and tentatively said, "Boss, it was quite difficult to collect at that time. Why would each flower be thirty taels?"

Du Yong didn't say much: "Going to Youmang Mountain is indeed a big risk. Let's do this. I will give you sixty taels per flower, and then I will make up the whole flower. The three flower will total 200 taels. Just think I admire the uncle's courage. What do you think?"

This is a price reduction. Du Yong doesn't want to be high-profile, nor does he want the uncle to be high-profile. If he gives a few thousand taels, he may not be able to hold on.

The uncle's eyes were lit and he quickly thanked: "Thank you, boss, thank you boss! Wife, hurry up and cook lunch, you have to invite these bosses to have a good meal."

"Thank you uncle!"

Du Yong decided to stay for dinner, and Xuan reminded him again: "Uncle, I just said that I admire your courage very much. I do not encourage you to explore Youmang Mountain frequently. It is indeed quite dangerous."
Chapter completed!