The whole mountain is my hunting ground.

Zhao Jun came out of the house and walked all the way outside the village. On the way, he met villagers who greeted him, and Zhao Jun said that he went up the mountain with a gun and walked around.As for why he didn't go to work, Zhao Jun didn't say anything, and the people in the village were no strangers to it.

After leaving Yong'an Village, Zhao Jun entered the mountain farm and walked along the mountain road to Yong'an Forest Farm.

After walking for nearly two hours, Zhao Junlai was outside Yong'an Forest Farm, hiding behind the pile of branches under the acceptance team.

At this time, Zhao Youcai also asked for leave from the forest farm.The two of them are operating in secret today, except for Wang Meilan, no one knows what they are going to do.

Therefore, Zhao Jun didn't take the commuter car with Zhao Youcai, just because he was afraid that it would be difficult to explain if asked.

And these days there is no communication equipment, the father and son can only meet up near the forest farm, otherwise they will not be able to find each other if they enter the mountains.

When Zhao Youcai came from the forest farm, he saw Zhao Jun gesturing to him behind the branches. Zhao Youcai didn't go to Zhao Jun's side when he saw this, but turned to the west.

At the same time, Zhao Jun set off, and the father and son reunited 500 meters away and walked along the mountain road together.

It was the first time for the father and son to go up the mountain together, and it seemed that they couldn't let go.

I saw Zhao Jun in front and Zhao Youcai in the back. They both looked serious and walked quickly all the way.

In this way, the father and son crossed the mountains and ridges, from more than eight o'clock to nearly twelve o'clock.

For three full hours, Zhao Jun and Zhao Youcai came to a mountain top.There is a row of abandoned shacks here. It can be seen that half of these old-fashioned woodcarved houses are outside, and half are embedded in the rocks.

This is the door frame of Widow Wang mentioned by the nearby mountain people.

Zhao Jun and Zhao Youcai passed by and looked at the two mountains opposite. The mountain on the left is the 61st Linban, and the right is the 62nd Linban. The sandwich hill in the middle should be where Lao Yanzi is.

And going down the mountain from here, there is a fork in the middle that leads directly there. Presumably Yang Xiazi and others used to go to Lao Yanzi to treat the wounded with a stick and mallet from here.

"Dad!" Zhao Jun greeted Zhao Youcai and said, "Let's get some food."

"En." Zhao Youcai nodded, and said according to the rules: "First find a place to squat."

The father and father looked for a place to open the lunch box and canned food they brought from home in the morning. In order to save time, they did not turn on the fire. They only used the chopsticks to carry the canned fish, and served a simple lunch with steamed buns.

After eating and drinking enough, the father and son continued on their way. Zhao Jun waited and watched the mountainous terrain around him when he came to the sandwich hill.

In his previous life, he had come here to play a siege, and he knew that the ditch and pond on the north side would flood in the rainy season, so he took Zhao Youcai along the south side, that is, the side close to the 61 forest farm.

Along the way, Zhao Youcai felt more and more cold as he walked.

You know, ginseng seeds turn from green to red in July and August, which is the so-called red hammer.

At that time, there was a little red in the green bushes, and it was the best time to release ginseng. When the ginseng seeds fell, the original red hammer looked like a thin broom, so it was also called the broom.

After Bailu, the leaves and stems of ginseng exposed on the ground are all withered and yellow. At this time, it is called Huangluosan.

今天是87年的10月8号，再有十六天就是霜降，而一个月以前的9月8号是白露。

This month has passed, and the grass and trees in the mountains are all withered and yellow. Those clubs don’t even have yellow umbrellas.
Although Zhao Youcai didn't let Shen go, but he also heard people say that most of the tricks are to rush into the mountains when the red hammer is on the way, and he doesn't even measure the broom and the yellow umbrella.Now to get the mallet, I'm afraid it's not the time!

"Crack! Crack!" Suddenly, two crisp sounds were heard. It turned out that Zhao Jun took the stick and tapped a tree twice.

Seeing Zhao Jun looking back at him, Zhao Youcai hurried forward and stood beside Zhao Jun.

At this time, Zhao Jun turned to the left and saw the traces of peeling and chiseling on the red pine.

It has been too old, and the color of the place where there is no bark has formed the same color as the surrounding bark.

Zhao Youcai looked closely and carefully. Although he didn't understand the signs in Fangshan Xing, these were very simple, and Zhao Youcai could make a rough guess.

Suddenly, Zhao Youcai turned his head abruptly, and while looking at Zhao Jun, he raised his hand and slapped him, which meant that it was recorded in the old sign that five-grade leaves had grown here.

Zhao Jun nodded with a smile, and whispered to Zhao Youcai, "Dad, I've seen the old sign, or else you kowtow to the seniors."

"Get out of here!" Zhao Youcai became anxious on the spot when he heard this, and he didn't care about not being able to talk nonsense when he was letting the mountain go, so he scolded directly: "Little Duzi, why don't you fool me, you let me knock, why don't you knock?" Woolen cloth?"

Hearing this, Zhao Jun smiled and said, "Dad, don't you know? The God of the Mountain even asked me to go to the zoo. Can they take it if I kowtow?"

"Go! Go!" Zhao Youcai raised his hand in a rushing motion, and said at the same time: "If you keep stalking, I will kick you!"

Seeing that Zhao Youcai didn't know how to tease, Zhao Jun didn't dare to joke with him anymore, otherwise the two Gudongs were really impatient, what would they do if they beat themselves up in this mountain forest?
Thinking of this, Zhao Jun half-raised his stick and continued to walk forward.After walking a few steps, the first two Yingmen pine trees are separated by one and a half meters from the left to the right.

There are old signs on these two trees!

Zhao Jun stepped forward to take a look. On the pine tree on the left, it was recorded that more than 50 years ago, three people held the Sanmiao club here.Moreover, there are two seedlings of fifth-rank leaves and one seedling of fourth-rank leaves.

Looking at the pine tree on the right, I remember that more than 20 years ago, there were a group of nine people holding one seedling five-pin leaves, four seedlings four-pin leaves and seven seedlings three-pin leaves.

More than 50 years ago, it should be Yang Xiazi and the others, and the nine people in 20 years must be the group Jiang Hua recorded in the pamphlet.

And the old sign before was also left by this group of people.As Jiang Hua recorded, they have been active here for a full month, and they must have held a mallet from here more than once.

Zhao Youcai stood beside Zhao Jun, looking at the old signs on the two trees, he couldn't help feeling a little excited.These two groups of people have both held fifth-grade leaves, so how much is that.But looking at the weeds around the pond, Zhao Youcai couldn't help but feel a little cold.

Zhao Jun continued to walk forward. This forest is a standard mixed coniferous and broad-leaved forest.The key is that the slope faces southeast, and the sun shines on the hillside every day, and the direct sunlight time is not too long, which is suitable for the growth of ginseng.

Zhao Jun also knew that if he went up here, there was a mountain stream on the other side of the Liangzi, and the gurgling stream ran from north to south.

In his previous life, when Zhao Jun met the Pang family and his son near here, he hadn't entered this business yet.Therefore, I don't know about the treasure land.

Coming here again at this time, Zhao Jun is sure that this is a treasure land that produces high-grade ginseng!
Zhao Jun raised his stick, twitched lightly on the nearby tree, and muttered: "God of the Mountain, old man, open the door!"

Zhao Youcai next to him twitched his mouth, thinking that he mentioned you to arrest him just now, and now he is calling for him to open the door.If there is a mountain god, it would be strange if he could open the door for you.

Zhao Jun didn't care what Zhao Youcai was thinking, and walked forward with the rope and stick.

In this late autumn season, the ground is full of withered and yellow leaves, and Zhao Jun makes a rustling sound every time he steps on them.

But he still walked unhurriedly, and at the same time, he kept poking the withered grass around with the stick in his hand.

Zhao Youcai was following behind. At this time, he saw that Zhao Jun looked decent, and he couldn't help but feel a glimmer of hope in his heart.After all, Zhao Jun was still holding a mallet at the beginning of spring, so it's okay to be unstoppable now.

But Zhao Jun wandered around this hillside for nearly an hour, but he didn't see any goods.Zhao Youcai felt that it was awkward to follow his son's butt all the time, so he went not far away and found a dry place to sit against a tree.

Zhao Youcai also thought about it, when Zhao Jun found the club, it would not be too late for him to go there.

Ten minutes later, Zhao Youcai fell asleep in a daze, while Zhao Jun was still digging grass to search.

About an hour later, Zhao Youcai slept twice, and Zhao Jun also walked to the place near Gang Liangzi.

Zhao Jun leaned on the rope and pulled the stick, watching condescendingly, the slight mountain breeze caressed, and the yellow grass covered the slopes.

Zhao Jun stood quietly, looking back and forth non-stop, trying to get a mallet at this time of year, but it was more difficult than at the beginning of spring.

At this time, just as Zhao Youcai woke up, he squinted his sleepy eyes and saw Zhao Jun standing on top.

Seeing his son's posture of pointing the country, Zhao Youcai curled his lips, pulled his clothes tightly to his chest, shrunk his neck slightly, and prepared to sleep again.

But at this moment, Zhao Jun saw that four or five meters in front of Zhao Youcai, when the piece of withered yellow grass swayed in the wind, there seemed to be brilliance flowing on the grass blades.

I don't know if it's a normal reflection or something else, Zhao Jun raised his stick and went straight to Zhao Youcai.

Just as Zhao Youcai was about to close his eyes, he saw Zhao Jun running towards him aggressively, carrying a stick.

Zhao Youcai was startled, but then he thought, this is his son, no matter how tough he is, he won't be able to beat Lao Tzu.

So, under Zhao Youcai's surprised eyes, Zhao Jun walked to the yellow grass, knelt down and pushed the grass away to carefully identify it.

This is the last resort of desperation. According to the elders, every plant and tree around ginseng is dyed with "immortal energy", and the grass and leaves are all glowing.

Zhao Jun has never verified this statement, and today he has no choice but to take a gamble.

But as he moved his hand in the grass, the palm of his hand stopped suddenly, and a straw was caught between the index finger and middle finger of his right hand.

The straw is different from the blade of grass, the blade of grass is flat, but this straw has no leaves on the top and bottom, not like a stick for beating grass seeds.

Zhao Jun knelt on the ground with one knee, held the straw in one hand, and went deep into his pocket with the other, and took out the red cloth bag wrapped with an antler key.

At this time, Zhao Youcai jumped up from the ground and walked beside Zhao Jun in two or three steps.

At this time, Zhao Jun had already pulled out the surrounding withered grass, and used the antler spoon to break through the soil layer.

In the Yong'an forest area, Fangshan people don't like to use the so-called deer bone drills, they all use deer horn spoons.

Compared with the deer bone drill, the antler spoon is smoother and less likely to damage the ginseng skin.Moreover, the soil in which ginseng grows is not too dry or too hard, so breaking the soil with an antler spoon is not a problem at all.

Zhao Jun moved quickly with his hands, pushing away the soil and pulling up the ginseng whiskers. Zhao Youcai was dazzled and frightened by the series of movements.

This will break the beard, but the price is much worse!
As the antler spoon kept going down, the ginseng and reed heads had been unearthed. Zhao Youcai, a layman, just watched the fun with surprise.But Zhao Jun saw the cross-sea spending on ginseng.

Zhao Jun looked in the direction that Kuahai pointed, not only had to remember the direction, but also the angle.And after he looked away, he continued to use the antler spoon to dig the soil.

The more Zhao Jun dug down, the brighter Zhao Youcai's eyes became. The body of this seedling ginseng, which broke through the ground at this time, was thicker than his thumb, and it was obviously not small!
Seeing Zhao Jun kneeling there, cleaning the beards of ginseng one by one, a little sunlight shone on Zhao Jun's face, making his forehead slightly sweaty, Zhao Youcai thought for a while, and then took out the handkerchief from his pocket.

Sensing Zhao Youcai's movements, Zhao Jun stopped the antler spoon in his hand and turned his head to face Zhao Youcai.

Zhao Youcai hurriedly took a handkerchief and gently wiped the sweat from Zhao Jun's forehead and temples. The gentleness of his movements was in stark contrast to Zhao Youcai who was about to kick Zhao Jun before.

After wiping off Zhao Jun's sweat, Zhao Youcai gave Zhao Jun a bright smile again. When he saw his son rolling his eyes, Zhao Youcai also smiled and continued to squat aside to watch Zhao Jun's movements.

Zhao Jun dug this seedling of ginseng for more than 40 minutes. The ginseng tendrils became thinner, longer and deeper as he went down. dug out of the soil.

When a whole seedling of ginseng appeared in front of Zhao Youcai's eyes, Er Gudong's eyes were straightened, and he wanted to use "white fat white fat" to describe this seedling of ginseng, which shows how good it looks.

"Son." Zhao Youcai stared at Zhao Jun with wide eyes, and asked, "How many leaves do you get?"

Zhao Jun looked at the mallet in his hand, shook his head slightly and said, "At least it must be a fifth grade."

"Fifth grade..." Zhao Youcai hurriedly asked again: "Then how much does it cost?"

Hearing this, Zhao Jun looked at the ginseng held by his hands from top to bottom, and said, "This is really valuable!"

Speaking of this, Zhao Jun added: "It can be up to 4000 yuan."

This ginseng seedling was sold better than the sixth-grade leaves dug up by Zhao Jun before, and the sixth-grade leaves of that seedling were sold at a high price of 700 yuan!
"Four thousand!" Hearing Zhao Jun's words, Zhao Youcai's eyes widened instantly. He subconsciously stretched out his hand, wanting to touch the ginseng seedling, but when his hand was about to touch the ginseng, he retracted it like an electric shock.

"Father!" Zhao Jun said to Zhao Youcai: "Don't look at me anymore, hurry up, peel off the pine bark, peel off the moss, and wrap this mallet."

"Hey, hey!" Hearing this, Zhao Youcai ran to the left, but after running two steps, he felt something was wrong, so he ran to the right again.

When Zhao Youcai came in front of the pine tree with the old sign of 50 years ago, Zhao Youcai, who was holding a knife, suddenly knelt down in front of the pine tree, stuck the knife aside casually, and slammed his head at the pine tree three times in a row.