Wan Niu waved the machete in his hand, chopping it onto the tree, and said resentfully, "Damn it! Even bringing outsiders to make money off our village! If this were a few years ago, I would've reported him for sure, had him arrested and taken to the commune for a public struggle session. I'd have struggled him to death, that old undying bastard!"
Sun Laoliu and Old Li nodded their heads in agreement with Wan Niu's words.
"Never mind, let's just pick all the morels, and see what they can get when they come!" Old Li said.
Sun Laoliu spread his hands, "But we only brought machetes today, and didn't bring anything else. How are we going to get them down the mountain after we pick them?"
Wan Niu and Old Li exchanged glances, then both looked at Sun Laoliu, "How about this, we pick the morels here while you make a trip down the mountain to fetch some carrying poles and a few baskets?"
