Overbearing Immortal Doctor
Chapter 136 - 136 136 Mushroom Sauce

136: Chapter 136 Mushroom Sauce 136: Chapter 136 Mushroom Sauce Wu Xiaoyu’s motorcycle purchase once again became the focus of the entire village’s attention.

Although a motorcycle is not a rare item, it is nevertheless the first fuel-powered vehicle in Daxin Village’s history, and everyone is very curious about it.

Every now and then, someone would make excuses to visit Wu Xiaoyu’s home, just to get a glimpse of the motorcycle, and if they could touch it, they would be beyond excited.

This seemingly insignificant farce, however, made Wu Xiaoyu’s mother Wang Aifeng quite delighted.

Not only because of the admiration and flattery from the neighbors but also because this event overshadowed the rumors about Wu Xiaoyu getting dumped and finding a city girl.

But Wu Xiaoyu himself wasn’t so happy.

Juxian Inn had terminated his shiitake mushroom supply contract, which not only reduced his income but might also affect several cousins and other villagers who go into the mountains to pick mushrooms.

Recently, as he continued to spray Spiritual Spring Water in the mountains, the soil in that forested area seemed to have undergone some changes.

In the places where he had sprayed Spiritual Spring Water, mushrooms occasionally sprouted.

For example, the night he got drunk, even though he didn’t spray Spiritual Spring Water in the mountains, several cousins still picked a lot of shiitake mushrooms.

This was originally a good thing, meaning he no longer needed to laboriously spray Spiritual Spring Water, he just needed to sprinkle some shiitake mushroom spores in the forest from time to time.

However, as the villagers’ enthusiasm for picking mushrooms grew, he suddenly found he didn’t need that many mushrooms, wouldn’t that be a good deed turned sour, making the villagers happy for nothing?

Even during the days when Chen Zhaofeng had not yet terminated the supply, there was still a pile of shiitake mushrooms at home that he had bought from the villagers.

His mother, while helping him dry the mushrooms, scolded him for being foolish, and perhaps many in the village secretly thought he was stupid too.

But he really wanted to help the villagers get rich together.

Of course, there was also a bit of selfishness in his sincerity; he feared that in the future, if he became a rich man, the poor villagers would kill him.

Now, expanding the farming scale and getting villagers to raise chickens and pigs was still premature, and the mushroom business that had just sprouted seemed to be on the verge of failure.

What should he do?

While brooding in the mountains, Wu Xiaoyu accidentally noticed in cousin Wu Dushan’s hut a jar of Lao Gan Ma, sparking an idea: How about deep processing the mushrooms?

If he could turn these mushrooms bought from the villagers into mushroom paste, making a product similar to Lao Gan Ma, there should be a good market for it.

And to make mushroom paste, besides mushrooms, he would also need fermented bean paste.

If the villagers made their own bean paste, wouldn’t that be another source of income?

By then, all the farmland in the village could be planted with soybeans, the villagers would be responsible for processing and producing, while he would handle packaging and sales.

Maybe they could even secure a place in the condiment market.

Of course, the premise of all this is to make the villagers see the financial prospects and believe that planting soybeans and making mushroom paste could make money; only then would they embrace his idea.

To these conservative and risk-averse villagers, nothing is more convincing than real money.

After coming up with this whimsical idea, Wu Xiaoyu was instantly in a great mood, and ran down the mountain, excitedly hurrying home to discuss it with his parents.

As he was pushing the door open, he saw Liu Sheng in his yard.

His father was enthusiastically pulling Liu Sheng, pointing and talking about the motorcycle.

Liu Sheng, with a face full of excitement and reluctance, was touching the handlebars, and he eagerly asked: “Uncle, can I ride it for a lap?”

Just as Wu Xiaoyu was about to agree, he looked up and saw his son standing motionless at the door, watching the two of them.

He then said to Liu Sheng: “Ah!

Just in time, Xiaoyu is back, you can ask him!”

Liu Sheng then turned to notice Wu Xiaoyu, his face instantly darkened, full of resentment, and unwillingly said to Wu Youliang: “It’s getting late, I’ll head back now!”

With that, he turned and walked towards the door.

As he passed Wu Xiaoyu, he didn’t say a word and simply left.

Wu Youliang sensed something was wrong and asked: “Xiaoyu…

what’s going on between you two?

Is there some misunderstanding or…”

Before he could finish, Wu Xiaoyu interrupted: “Dad, don’t ask!

It’s better to have less to do with such people in the future!”

Wu Youliang knew that his son would never speak ill of someone for no reason, so Liu Sheng must have done something disgraceful.

Father and son walked back to the main room side by side.

Wu Xiaoyu hesitated for a moment before asking: “Dad, what do you think about making mushroom paste?”

Hearing this, his mother, who was cooking in the kitchen, came out and joked: “Want to eat mushroom paste?

I’ll make some for you after I finish cooking!”

Only then did Wu Xiaoyu realize that his words were poorly phrased, and he quickly interrupted his mother: “I mean the business of making mushroom paste.”

Upon hearing this, his mother immediately stopped smiling and worriedly said: “Son, don’t be greedy.

Your chicken farm is doing well, why suddenly talk about mushroom paste!”

His father was also skeptical and asked slowly: “If you want to make mushroom paste, you can’t earn much with a small-scale operation.

If you want to go big, the initial investment is significant, and without sales channels, it would be hard to do.”

Upon hearing this, his mother, without waiting for Wu Xiaoyu to speak, added: “Yes!

You’d better focus on raising chickens.

Isn’t there someone buying the mushrooms?

Just sell to others, don’t try to make all the money!”

Listening to his parents’ back-and-forth, Wu Xiaoyu did not want to argue with them, so he shook his head helplessly, talked about trivial matters for a while, then went back to his room.

Lying on the bed, he took out his phone and started searching for information on deep processing mushrooms, discovering that mushrooms could be made into crispy mushroom chips, mushroom buns, mushroom biscuits, and other products.

There were also mushroom essence, mushroom polysaccharides, and various other unheard-of products.

Indeed, knowledge is wealth!

After some reflection, Wu Xiaoyu increasingly felt that deep processing of mushrooms had great potential.

However, his father’s words weren’t without reason; sales channels were the key!

If he had no sales channels for the fresh mushrooms, would he have them for the mushroom paste?

The primary sales channels for mushroom paste would likely be supermarkets.

How would he get his product into supermarkets?

Speaking of supermarkets, Wu Xiaoyu suddenly remembered that Zhou Dong had mentioned that the largest chain supermarket in the county had shares owned by Bai Yun’s family.

Wu Xiaoyu opened WeChat and sent a message to Bai Yun, asking if her family still owned supermarkets.

Bai Yun replied instantly: “What’s up?

Want to be a live-in son-in-law?”

Holy crap!

Big sister, you really have an eye for me?

Can’t you answer a simple question without teasing me!