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Sharon looked at the small brownish-yellow mushroom umbrellas on the ground and said, “I saw such mushrooms a few days ago, but they were still too small at that time. Now that they’re so big, we can finally pick them.”

“Let’s pick those here first. After this, we’ll look elsewhere.” Dan took out the net from his backpack to store the mushrooms.

“We’ll only pick the ones Dan mentioned. Let’s not pick the other species we don’t know.” Sharon took the mushroom from Dan’s hand and said, “Dan, pick some more for everyone to use as comparison.”

“Alright.” Dan found a few more mushrooms near the mushrooms he had just discovered.

Everyone was searching nearby using the mushroom examples that Dan had picked.

“Sister Sharon, let’s split up and search. It’s more efficient this way,” Shane suggested. “Dan and I will go over there and you girls go over there. We’ll meet at the camp at noon.”

“Okay, no problem.” Sharon picked a few banana leaves nearby and distributed them to Melissa and Melinda. She said to Dan and Shane, “Take the net. We can use banana leaves to store mushrooms.”

Sharon arranged the banana leaves in a funnel shape and could temporarily be used as a container to store the mushrooms.

There were many mushrooms of all colors in the forest. Other than the brownish-yellow ones that Dan had mentioned, there were also white, yellow, and even red ones. Sharon held the mushrooms that Dan had given her and carefully compared them.

If they accidentally picked poisonous mushrooms, the consequences would be unimaginable. At best, they would vomit and at worst they might die.

Melinda also patiently compared the mushrooms on the ground to the ones Dan had given her. These mushrooms were scattered everywhere. Although they were not especially dense, there were a lot of them.

After a night of rain, some mushrooms had already been watered down and they shattered after being plucked. Some were still relatively firm. Stalk by stalk, they looked very cute.

Melissa picked a few broken mushrooms. In addition, she had been bending down and picking mushrooms with her head lowered. She slowly felt a little tired and gradually lost her patience. She grabbed a mushroom and pulled it with all her might. The mushroom head fell off, and the mushroom stick was still standing sadly alone in the ground.

Sharon found it a little funny when she saw Melissa picking the mushrooms. She walked over and plucked the mushroom stem that Melissa had left in the soil. She removed the dried leaves and soil stuck to the roots and placed them in a container made of banana leaves.

“These mushrooms are all damp. They shatter when plucked.” Melissa pouted and complained.

Looking at the pitifully few mushrooms in the Melissa banana leaf, Sharon paused and said, “It’s okay. Pick as many as you can.”

Sharon discovered a white mushroom. As far as she remembered, this mushroom was edible. She pinched the thick root of the white mushroom with her hand. After the root was pinched flat, it emitted the smell of cement. Sharon hesitated for a moment before throwing away the white mushroom. She couldn’t take the unnecessary risk.

Melinda picked a few large mushrooms that looked like miniature umbrellas. The mycelium on the back was neatly arranged. Melinda held them in her hand and admired them. Just the thought that she could eat mushroom soup for lunch made her drool.

After picking mushrooms for a while, Sharon discovered a salt-skinned tree. She excitedly placed the banana leaf and mushrooms on the ground and ran to the salt-skinned tree.

It was really through that you wouldn’t be able to find it if you had really searched high and low for it, but you would find it when you least expect it.

From afar, the salt-skinned tree, it’s fruits were stringed, like mini versions of grapes. When one went closer to it, he can see that there’s a layer of white salt-like substance on the outside of its fruit.

Melinda also walked over. “What’s this? Is this fruit edible?”

“This is the salt-skin tree. The taste of its fruit is sour and salty. Although the taste is still different from salt, it can be used as a seasoning.” Sharon didn’t expect to really find the salt-skin tree.

“Let’s pick some and go back.” Sharon looked at the fruits of the salt-skinned wood. The layer of white salt-like substance covering them reminded her of the icing on the candied hawthorn she had eaten when she was young.

Melissa also followed.. She plucked a string of salt-skinned wood fruits and asked in puzzlement, “Is this white stuff really salt?”