His words made his mother excited again, "Mushrooms? How many? How much can they sell for? In the past two days, everyone has been saying that you helped Li Yujia pick a lot of shiitake mushrooms. Is that true?"
"So many questions, which one should I answer first?" Wu Xiaoyu said helplessly.
Wang Aifeng realized that she had asked too many questions and retorted, "You little rascal! Are you annoyed by your mother's nagging?"
Wu Xiaoyu closed the street door, took his mother to the living room, and then said, "The back mountain is so large, there must be lots of mushrooms!"
"I just found a small patch, planning to pick them tomorrow, take them to town to see what price they fetch. If they're worth it, I'll keep an eye out and find more!"
Wu Youliang heard the conversation between mother and son and walked out from the room, saying, "Don't go deep into the mountains, just wander around your chicken farm area. A mushroom is not worth much!"
