Archaeology and Legends: The Counterattack of Matsutake
2022-08-09: [Article Link]
On 8 September 1993, in the fall, the weather in the Shangri-La Plateau cooled down, which meant that the lull season was coming to an end. At that time, a 23-year-old man took his last car in Shangri-La, and he dragged it loose to Kunming, selling it all the way, and no one in Shangri-la asked Tianjin. Five thousand kilometers away, Japan, the only consumer at the time, was at the top of the bubble economy. The price of the pine was more than one kilogram of RMB 10,000, and news spreads all the way to Yunnan.
The young man drove from Shangri-la to Kunming on the road for three days, and every time he walked, the turpentine rose by 10 bucks. Up to Kunming, the five-dollar-a-kg fluffy was finally emptied at a unit price of 1,000, and he packed a hotel in Kunming, a feast for the Kunming people he knew. This story was told to me by Tsai, whose main subject was his friend, "It's normal to make hundreds of thousands of dollars a night in loose business. Tsai, born in the 1960s, was born in Lake North, studied in Dalian, fought in Japan and now settles in Kunming for a loose business. Old Tsai speaks better than Mandarin, with a bamboo knife and a toothpaste in his pocket for many years. The machetes are loose and the fungus can't be iron, and because they are old smokers and do business with people, they have to keep a good breath at all times. Tsai graduated from the Japanese language department of the Dalian School of Foreign Languages, “Keeping up with the tide in an era of Chinese-Japanese friendship.” In 1987, Tsai went to Kunming to serve as a tour guide. As he spoke Japanese, he was often borrowed by the foreign trade company next to the travel agency as a translator. In the process, he discovered that the Japanese who came to Kunming at the time were a little bit dirty and smelly about the fungus. In 1996, Japanese-issued single-machine simulation games, The Farmer's Dictionary, were punctuated. In the game, players had to operate their farms to a certain level in order to get into the back yard of a small town church, producing only one in the fall a year, selling them at a very high price.
“In Japan, children who were just talking knew that pine was a good thing, but Yunnans were so encircled that they never had the habit of eating pine. In the 1980s, the locals of Yunnan called the pineapple a stinking chicken. The Chinese don’t think so, and the Japanese who came to Kunming to trade saw it as a shock. They began to wonder whether it was a wonderful relief to be found in the world. The Japanese group in the Old Tsai band immediately cancelled the meal and made a table with this 50 cents and 1 kilogram of cheap food, and ate two eyes. The group went back to write articles and followed up with the media to visit them. The Japanese look everywhere for pine hair, and they don't know much about it, and now they know that 75 percent of the world's pine hair is in China, 80 percent of it is in Faisy. In 1983, pine land was restricted to Kunming to Chu. After discovering Yunnan production, the Japanese spent 10 years searching west from Kunming. In 1993, Shangri-La was found, when the purchase price of the pine pine at the origin was 80 Yuan 1 kg, and when it was transported to Japan, it became 1000 United States dollars a kilogram, or a wholesale price. "Lamps sometimes, 100 bucks, boom, boom, 500, boom!" 800, boom, 1000, drop to 500 right away and this thing is fun. In the 1980’s and 1990’s, China’s control of the market was more stringent, except for a loose export control. From the 1980’s and 1990’s until 2008, Japan remained the only pine consumer. Although the Japanese’s obsession with pine has not yet been understood, in Japan’s decade or so, the pine has given Tsai everything he wants, money, connections, and a stable life. Old Tsai could have retired safely in Japan, but he kept breathing: In his lifetime, the Chinese will accept the pine. “96 million square kilometers, no one likes pine. In 2008, at the Beijing Olympics, on the opening day of the 8 August, Old Tsai saw a text in the newspaper, in more than 70 words, which means that there is a meal called the Pleasant. “There's nothing to eat at a national feast, there's to run from the sky, there's food on a national feast that is not only precious, but also representative of a culture. Leatherness requires a lot of money chains and channels to run the market, and it was almost unknown in the country at that time. "It's hard to play alone," old Tsai spits a cigarette, and until spring of 2009, special cooks from big cities like Beijing and Shanghai smelled the state dinner, looking around the country, looking for old Tsai here, asking what Matsumi is. By the end of the spring, Tsai would go back and ask if there was any puncture, "No, it's all sold out!" all the Chinese took it away.
In 2010, the online search was loose. The results were 76 in total. Now what?
“There are now more rumours about truffles than the sum of truffles.” What's the only species in stock after the atomic bombings in Japan, when a pine grows for decades, when a pregnant man who treats a sick woman goes out for a pineapple, and so on, old Tsai swings his hand, "The story is the story." In 2013, the team from China on the Top of Tongue found him entering Shangri-La to film the pineapple, the main character of which now works for Tsai. In May of that year, the sound of the plaque, with its buttered bells, fell into the ears of countless viewers in front of the TV. The market is not ready yet, people's enthusiasm is out of control. And then 2014, 2015, "Oh, my God, China, too soon."
Seven or eight regions produce pine hair, China Yunnan, Sichuan, south-east Tibet, Jilin Province, North Korea, Japan, Canada, Nepal. Production does not exceed 5,000 tons per year, with an average of 20 pine hairs per kilogram.
For the Tibetans, whose main place of production is Shangri-La, there are fewer than 30,000 inhabitants, and for centuries, it has been a local species that do not eat, eat milk and feed themselves. Now, "They have expectations," old Tsai says, "Plus can bring money, money for living things, except for the governor and state secretary. Every year, after May, the rainy season arrives. Every day, Tibetans wake up at 3 a.m., squeeze their milk and drink it all, walk out of the house at 4 a.m., a stick, a back and scoot up the mountain. With good luck, each person takes 20 km of road every day to pick up four or five kilos of pine.
A family earns 350,000 dollars in a pine season. A family goes up a mountain and goes on a different path. Every person knows and does not communicate with others.
At 7 p.m., it began to pry until 10 p.m. and came home at 23 p.m. Tibetans had the guts, businesses were loose, and buyers were stuck below the hill waiting for them to come down. The Tibetans put a hidden knife in their waist to negotiate with the buyer, "You say 200? I say 300, not buy? All right, hands around the waist." Back home, out of the pine, the biggest time of the day just passed. Deep in his heart, Tsai believes that his soul will always return to Shangri-la, and, by reason of that, he has lived a long time since he was a child in the village of Hubei. He has his own factory and restaurant, called Matsuchi, which is a poem from the Ming poet Wu, “The Ice and the Pine.” The Chinese are rich, the pine is rising, and old Chai’s career is evaporating. Everyone calls him Mr. Choi and his name Wechat is "Shangri-la on my mind": Tsai said that Shangri-La is a paradise, indeed. In recent years, the tourist industry has developed, and some outsiders have heard business opportunities, going to Shangri-la to set up two sticks and stop a door and take money. But Tibetans still have the same heart and income, without changing their simple lives. In Shangri-La, from a child of 35 to a grandmother of 78, Tibetans can sing with long mouths and dance with long legs. Good luck today, picking a lot of looses, getting a pair of jeans, happy, singing all night long for jeans. Tibetans do not know his name, but they all look familiar to this dark-skinned Han. Each year, from May to October, Tsai runs to the end of the Qing Sha River. He drives a jeep, day and night, straight to Mount Meriche, where he forgets everything and returns and dreams.
The Tibetans share the purest natural environment and share the earth and the earth because of the flint. It's no longer important to these people who deal most with it.
Just look at the five exterior looses: from the left to the right, their prices rise in turn. Whether or not they're straight, rough, and unopened are all factors affecting prices.