The whole mountain is my hunting ground.

Chapter 311 The Key to Opening the Mountain (updated from last night)
There are four or No. 50 root knots of the big red pine, which have grown for a hundred years. At a place where the tree is more than one meter above the ground, a rectangular piece of bark was peeled off.

Because the pine tree will continue to secrete oil, and then oxidized by the air, so that the place where the bark is peeled off becomes a dark piece.

But if you look carefully, you can still vaguely see traces of knives and axes on it.

This is the sign of the pine tree, commonly known as the old sign by the people in the Northeast. It is the mark left on the nearby pine tree after the mountain people carried out the ginseng here.

It is recorded which year and month, how many people released what kind of ginseng here, to inform those who come after.

Zhang Yuanmin came back with two sticks in hand, leaned beside Zhao Jun, and asked dog-leggedly, "Brother, what are you drawing on it?"

Zhao Jun stretched out his hand, first pointed to the lower right corner of the old sign, and said, "This date is written, it is probably... 1926."

"Ah!" Zhang Yuanmin said, "This was 61 years ago."

"Well, this is an old man." Zhao Jun said in surprise, then pointed to the upper left corner, and said, "There are seven people who lay the sticks." At this point, he pointed to the center of the old sign again. Zhang Yuanmin said: "There are a lot of big goods released, and there are still six grade (pǐ) leaves."

"Really?" Zhang Yuanmin hurried over when he heard the words, squinting his eyes and looking up.

Zhao Jun said to him with his fingers: "Not only a seedling with six-grade leaves, but also five-grade leaves."

Zhang Yuanmin exclaimed: "Oh my God! Will it stop posting?"

According to the elders, ginseng is a spiritual thing, and it cannot be obtained by those who are destined and blessed.

For ginseng, if you talk about digging, it is disrespectful, you have to talk about taking, you have to talk about lifting, and carrying ginseng into the mountain is called releasing the mountain.

The rules of freeing mountains are much more than that of playing around.When talking about ginseng, you can't talk about the individual, you have to talk about the seedlings.

As for the number of leaves, it refers to how many leaves the ginseng spreads, not how many leaves there are.

The two leaves are called Erpinye, also known as Erjiazi.The three leaves, namely the third leaf, are also called lampstands.No matter how many there are, there are fourth-rank leaves, fifth-rank leaves, and sixth-rank leaves.

The more leaves, the longer the age of ginseng.But when the water is full, it overflows, when the moon is full, it loses, and the sixth-grade leaves may turn into Erjiazi in a certain year.

Judging from the year recorded on the old sign, this is an old man.

As the saying goes: If you walk around the old man, you will have enough food for a lifetime.There are spiked ginseng seeds on the top of the ginseng stems, which turn red in autumn and August, and are called red hammers.

When the ginseng seeds are mature, scattered around, or eaten by birds and then discharged, they can take root and germinate.

Therefore, this old man who has produced ginseng will produce ginseng again every year.In the old days, the Fangshan people all followed the rules handed down by the old leader, Sun Liang, and put them in the ginseng meeting to leave old signs and inform the later generations.

But after a few more years, people will no longer abide by this rule. Whoever knows the old man must be tight-lipped.

Zhao Jun took the stick from Zhang Yuanmin, then turned around to look at the old sign, and said to Zhang Yuanmin: "Brother, kneel down and kowtow to this old sign, and ask the old man and seniors to bless us to dig a big one." .”

"Hey." When Zhang Yuanmin heard this, he happily knelt down, but just as he knelt down on one knee, he suddenly stopped, turned his head and asked Zhao Jun, "Brother, why don't you kowtow if you let me kowtow?"

Zhao Jun smiled when he heard the words, and said: "Didn't you hear the rumors in the village? The mountain god has been arrested by me, so I won't kowtow. I'm afraid that after I kowtow, the mountain god will scare me away." Speaking of this, Zhao Jun raised his finger to Lao Zhao, and motioned to Zhang Yuanmin, "Knock."

After Zhang Yuanmin thought about it, he quickly knelt down and kowtowed to the pine tree, muttering about making big deals and keeping safe.

Zhang Yuanmin kowtowed three times in a row, and when he got up, he raised his hands to rub the dirt and gravel on his forehead. At this moment, he heard Zhao Jun ask him, "Brother, will you answer the mountain?"

"I will!" Zhang Yuanmin said: "We have lived in the mountains since we were young, how can we not do this? We can hear everything."

"That's fine!" Zhao Jun told him again: "Brother, you just stay here for a while, and you don't need to do anything, even if I call Shan, you answer Shan, and you are not allowed to talk nonsense."

"Hey, hey, I see, brother!"

Zhao Jun raised his eyes and looked at the shady hillside under his feet. This is a piece of Weizi land, that is, a dustpan-shaped mountain depression.

On the hillside are clear soup forests, with pine, oak, ash, and other trees growing. At this time, it is spring, and the new leaves on the branches have just closed the doors. The branches and leaves are not lush, and the unshakable sunlight is shining on the hillside.

This is a mixed coniferous and broad-leaved forest, and ginseng will only grow in this kind of place.

Zhao Jun squatted down and pulled his hands on the ground.At this time, the ground is full of dead branches and withered grass accumulated last autumn and winter. Many of them are mixed in the soil. After corrosion, they will form nutrients and nourish the earth.

Zhao Jun grabbed a handful of soil under dead branches and rotten leaves. The soil was soft and not sticky or dry.

Zhao Jun threw the dirt on the ground, clapped his hands, and gave Zhang Yuanmin a wink. After waiting for Zhang Yuanmin to nod, he saw Zhao Jun swing his hand and hit the stick in his palm on the nearby tree, and shouted at the top of his voice, "God of the Mountain!" , Boss, open the door!"

"The door is open!" The voice came from Zhang Yuanmin's mouth.

The voices of both of them were very loud, carried by the wind.Downwind, a group of people were digging wild vegetables in a ditch and pond about three miles away from where Zhao Jun was.

There are men and women, old and young in this group.Two men, both in their thirties.Four women, two old ladies, and two young wives.

Hearing the sound of shouting from the mountain, the four women didn't respond. The two men started in unison and looked around. At this moment, the sound fell. They didn't know where the sound came from, and they just looked at each other in surprise.

The man in the army green single jacket casually raised his hand and pointed at the sky, and said with a smile, "Old man, take a look, isn't it Hubi who is releasing the mountain here?"

When Lao Wu heard this, he blinked and asked, "Third brother, could it be someone who gouges out eyes?"

Gouging out the eyes means powerful.

"You can pull it down." The third brother heard the words and sneered, "There was no red hammer before, so how did he find ginseng?"

Generally, ginseng is dug in July and August. After the ginseng seeds mature and turn red, there will be a touch of red in the green bushes, which is easy to find.

But right now, the grass has not been opened, and the ginseng seedlings, like many wild vegetables, have just sprouted from the soil.

That's right, ginseng also has to be dormant. When winter comes, the old vines wither.In the spring of the following year, the new shoots will be arched. Just like wild vegetables and weeds, the ginseng buds will droop their heads, and the leaves will all condense together.

As a metaphor, it is like the hand of a patient with cerebral thrombosis sequelae, condensed and grasped inward.

Such ginseng buds are covered by dead branches and rotten leaves. Where can I find them?
The words "digging the ground three feet" cannot be applied to this vast mountain.

The fifth thought for a while and asked, "Then it can't be some old man, right?"

"Old man?" The third brother heard the words, looked back at the white-haired old lady who was gouging out her mother-in-law, and said with a smile: "Ask Aunt Xiao, how many of these ten miles and eight villages are still able to open the mountains in spring?" old man?"

"That's true."

As soon as Lao Wu answered a sentence, he heard a voice coming intermittently with the wind.

"Open... mountain... key."

　There was a difference of [-] last night, so make up now.

　　This chapter has some popular science content, and the writing is a bit slow, but from the beginning to the end, there is no online information, all written by myself, there is no similarity.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)