Sea-hunting: With the system in hand, my eyes are the ruler

Meng Guo was a little embarrassed, "We are on vacation, come over and have some fun."

They came over because they heard they were picking morels.

The aunts are always smiling. No matter what the day is like, when a few sisters get together, they are always laughing.

"There are very few morels this season, and it's really hard to find them if you're not experienced. Do you see that tall tree? It's called the aconite tree, and morels like to grow next to it."

"It's drier places like that, and morels don't like that. They'll be in moist places."

Meng Guo was a little surprised. "Aunts, you've told us the method. Aren't you afraid that the two of us will pick all the morels here?"

The aunts laughed even more happily, "Okay, then it's up to you to pick all the morels on this mountain!"

One aunt even said, "You can also follow us and look for it."

The other aunts all burst into laughter.

To them, Jiang Han and Meng Guo were both tourists. Locals like them were definitely more welcoming to tourists from other places.

Moreover, picking morels is really based on experience. Young people from other places like Meng Guo and Jiang Han are obviously inexperienced.

Even if we let them follow behind and pick the fruits, they wouldn't be able to pick two.

Meng Guo was moved by the simplicity of her aunts and she felt really embarrassed.

Seeing the aunts walking towards the path on the left, Meng Guo pointed to the right and said, "Jiang Han, how about we go that way?"

Before Jiang Han could say anything, one of the aunts said, "There are no euphorbias over there, so you can't find morels."

Jiang Han knew Xishu, and there was indeed no Xishu in the direction Meng Guo pointed.

Jiang Han looked at Meng Guo and said, "Why don't we follow the aunts and see what morels look like first."

Meng Guo was a little stunned. "Don't you know what morels look like?"

After saying that, I felt that it was normal that Jiang Han didn't know.

After all, there are no native wild morels in Zhou City. Now all the morels in Zhou City are varieties introduced from outside and are farmed morels grown in Zhou City.

Their families are basically in the catering business and know these things well, but Jiang Han's family is not in the catering business.

Jiang Han smiled and said, "Do you know the wrinkled bell fungus?"

Meng Guo blinked in confusion, "What is that?"

At this moment, Meng Guo's eyes lit up, "I think I saw morels."

As Meng Guo spoke, he picked a mushroom from the grass.

The aunts had already walked far away, but when they heard Meng Guo's words, they all came over subconsciously.

“Did you find any morels?”

Meng Guo waved the mushroom in his hand towards the aunts, "Look, is this it?"

"It seems so. You have a really good eye, little girl."

Meng Guo also thought that he had good eyesight and saw the mushroom at a glance.

"No. Why do I feel like it doesn't look like it?" said the aunt with a flowery scarf.

"What's different? Aren't they exactly the same?"

“It does look similar, but it doesn’t seem to be sheep’s tripe.”

Because they had different opinions, the aunts came closer to Meng Guo to take a closer look.

One aunt even took the mushroom in her own hand.

Everyone finally saw the problem.

"Indeed not."

Meng Guo was stunned. "Why, why is it not?"

The aunt with the flowery scarf was afraid that Meng Guo and Jiang Han would get into trouble if they picked mushrooms and ate them randomly, so she patiently explained to them.

"You see, the top of the cap of this mushroom is connected to the top of the stem, and the edge of the cap is free. On the other hand, the cap and stem of a real morel are one piece."

Meng Guo felt a little dizzy. What were the aunts talking about?

The aunts were a little afraid of Jiang Han and Meng Guo. They were tourists. If they ate the mushrooms here and were hospitalized, Decheng would not only have a good reputation, but also a bad reputation.

The aunt in the hat pulled Meng Guo back and said, "Sister, follow us and don't pick anything randomly."

This time Meng Guo really didn't dare to do anything wrong, because there were also classmates from Yunnan Province in their school.

Yunnan Province is rich in various kinds of mushrooms. Some of them look so similar that even the locals may not be able to tell them apart.

Every year when the relevant departments send the information to every Yunnan resident’s mobile phone about being careful about eating poisonous mushrooms, the Yunnan residents will happily go up the mountain to pick mushrooms.

Then many people will suffer from hallucinations due to poisoning as described in the text message, and then go to the hospital for treatment.

People in Zhejiang Province have never understood what mushrooms are, so the possibility of picking the wrong ones is very high.

Meng Guo and Jiang Han followed their aunts obediently.

An aunt finally found a morel next to a euphorbia pulcherrima.

She immediately explained to Meng Guo, "Sister, did you see that? This is the real morel."

Meng Guo's eyes were messy. What was the difference between this and what she had just picked?

If she went to Yun Province to pick mushrooms, she would probably see little people jumping around in front of her for her first meal in Yun Province.

Jiang Han took out the mushroom Meng Guo had picked at the beginning. He pulled the edge of the cap and said, "See this one? It's not attached to the stem. The one Auntie picked is attached to the stem."

After hearing Jiang Han's words, Meng Guo finally saw the difference between the two. They were so similar.

The aunt with the flowery scarf pointed at the one Meng Guo had picked and said, "Yours seems to be called something like Zhong-something fungus."

The aunt in the big hat also remembered, "Isn't it called a wrinkle hat?"

Bell? Wrinkled lid?

Why did Meng Guo feel that this name sounded familiar?

"Wrinkled Bell Fungus?"

The aunt in the hat slapped her thigh vigorously. "Yes, it's the wrinkled bell fungus. Young people read a lot of books, that's why they are different."

I can't recognize the thing, but I can actually call out its name.

It’s like not being able to tell the difference between rice and wheat, but being able to recite poems about rice and wheat.

Meng Guo blushed a little. Isn’t this wrinkled bell fungus the one Jiang Han had just told her about?