Put on mushrooms
Last night, after picking the last mushrooms, he sat in front of the shed and smoked. It's like a bunch of waking ears. I counted it, and today it's 40 pounds more than yesterday. It smells like mushrooms. It's been washed three times。
Twenty-three, graduated in june this year. Two, agronomy. Thirty-three people in class, less than ten. I've dropped more than 60 résumés, either dead or dead. An agricultural company asked me to do an internship for $80 a day, not to eat. I thought i'd rent a room and eat. Didn't go。
My dad said, "come back, there's a shed at home." we have two old sheds, which used to grow tomatoes, and then have been in bad shape for two years. There were several holes in the plastic membranes, and the bamboo racks were tilted and the floor was full of rotten leaves and dried vines. I stood in a shed, my feet stepped down, and it was made like a brick. My dad said, "what do you want to grow?" i said, "speculate mushrooms." he looked at me, didn't talk, turned away。
It's because the threshold is low. The rods were bought from the town's fungi plant, with eight and 500 first ordered. It took four days to get laid, to dump the ground, to disinfect the lime. My dad didn't say anything. He came around the shed every day and helped me strengthen the bamboo rack. The fifth fungus came back and the car was full. My dad carried the load twice and i carried it three times. He breathed and said "old." i said, "you rest," and he said, "no rest."。
The day the rod entered the shed was september 12. Number four, like a wall. The owner of the plant said that “the temperature is at 20 to 25 degrees, the humidity is over 85 per cent and the mushrooms come out of seven days”. I bought a thermometer and hung it in the middle of the shed, watching it a dozen times a day. The fifth buffalo began to appear white on both sides, and it was so dense, it was like little rice. My father crouched down, and he said, "i've grown my whole life, and i've seen so many mushrooms for the first time."。
Seventh day, mushrooms come out. Grey-white little creeps, round and round, squeezed on both sides of the stick. I take the canteen, i don't want to spray, i'm afraid of the mushrooms. I looked in a cane and touched the mushroom bud and said, "it's fresh," and i pulled a plastic bag out of my pocket with an old pair of scissors. She said, "the mushrooms have to be cut with this, thin, unharmed." the scissors were for her when she was young, covered in cloths, sharpened with blades。
The first mushroom was on the tenth day. Took 20 pounds and put three baskets. My dad took a tricycle and sold it in town, four pounds, less than a hundred. When he came back, he handed me the money, and i picked it up, and he took it back and said, “buy me a pack of cigarettes”. I laughed, and he put the money back in my hand and said, "i'm kidding you."。
Second batch out better. After 60 pounds a week, the town couldn't digest, i started running to the county. At 4:00 a. M., they picked mushrooms, loaded at 5:30 a. M. And left at 6:00 a. M., riding electric cars for 40 minutes to the county market. Rented a temporary booth, thirty a day. I couldn't sell it in the first few days. I was too young for that. Then a mother bought two pounds back and took four people the next day and said, "this mushroom is fried meat."。
There's a steady flow of customers. I have a hotel owner who sends me 20 pounds a week. There's an old lady who comes here for half a day, has a long handle and an umbrella. My dad looked around and i said, "let her pick." after the old lady chose to pay, she said, "you're so angry." i said, "you pick the mushrooms." she laughed and then she bought three pounds every time she came。
Something happened in late october. There's a bouquet of mushrooms suddenly yellow, and the scrambling of mushrooms falls. I sent a photo to the college group, and the teacher said it was "shaw mushroom disease" and it was too wet to have a good ventilation. I opened the window, weeded, took the mushrooms, or i broke 30 pounds. That night i sat in the shed, cut the mushrooms one by one, and cut my last hand sorely. My dad brought noodles and said, "eat noodles." i picked him up, and he was crouching around and he said, "that year you planted a whole acre of rice, he sat in the field and cried all afternoon. The next day, it went down. I said, "i'm not crying." he said, "i know you're better than you are."。
Then i recorded the temperature, humidity, light, ventilation times every day, and the book was covered in varnish. The rods are also set in batch numbers, staggered the mushroom peaks and guaranteed daily mushroom picks. My dad sometimes looked in my book and couldn't read the data, but he said, "remember fine."。
Last month: 500 bacters, an average of one and a half pounds, totalling over 700 pounds. The wholesale price of the rhinos is about $3, the retail price is about $5, and the gross revenue of the hotel is over $3,000. The cost of the rods is 900, and plastic membranes, hydropower, and amortization cost is over 500, making a net profit of around 1,500. Not much, but take care of yourself. The plant owner said, "you've earned your first year."。
Yesterday afternoon, after the mushrooms were taken, i sat by the shed to cut the stings. My milk came over to help, and two people, one pair of scissors, and we talked. She suddenly said, “your father wanted to build a shed when he was young, he had no money, he failed”. I said, "he's helping me now." she stated that “his life was like this, he failed to do what he wanted, but he confessed his son”. I stopped. I didn't talk。
After cutting the mushroom basket, my milk stood up and filmed the fragments of my body and said, "tomorrow, go and get ready." i said "go." she said, "take 20 pounds, i'll sell them with you." i said, "you're in trouble." she said, "i sit and sell, you charge."。
This morning, my milk was sitting behind the booth and i stood next to it. An old man came by and said, "this mushroom is good." my milk says, "my grandson planted it, college student." the old man said, "a college student breeds mushrooms?" my milk said, "a college student, he grows better than you." the old man laughed and bought five pounds。
The mushrooms are sold out. I count the money. I'll make it five bucks. Give me the count and say "340." i smoked two of them and said, "milk, you buy them." she took it in her pocket and said, "your father said you were better than him today."。
Go home on a tricycle and cross town. My milk sits in the back fight and the wind blows her hair. She pointed to a two-storey building on the side of the road and said, “your dad wanted to open a shop here, but he didn't”. I looked and didn't talk。
My dad changed the plastic film in the shed when he got home. The old membranes are removed, the new membranes are laid up, and the earth is pressed. He's standing on top of the shed, i pass the membrane, he lays. The sun comes through the new membranes, the whole shed is bright. My tits say, "be careful." my dad says, "yes."。
After the film was changed, my father came down from the roof of the shed and filmed the earth on his hands and said, "tomorrow, go into the second batch of boulders, 1,000." i said, "is the money enough?" he said, "i'll add some." i didn't say no。
At night, the bookkeeping went to the first page of the book, which reads: “on september 12, 500 buffaloes, clear”. At that time, it felt like 500 more, and now it's not sold. Let's go in a thousand tomorrow. Both sheds are full. Another batch of mushrooms before the end of the year。
I brought a bowl of soup and put it on the table and said, "drink and sleep." i've had a sip. It's an eggflower soup. She said, "you grow mushrooms, taste them." i had another drink, and i said, "it's good." she smiled and said, "of course, my grandson's."。
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