The whole mountain is my hunting ground.

Xing San couldn't help being taken aback when Zhao Jun said the word "stick".

He knew that Zhao Jun was good at besieging, but he didn't know that Zhao Jun was also an expert in releasing ginseng from mountains.

At this time, Zhao Jun also knew why the jar had to be wrapped layer by layer.

First it was plastic sheeting, then quicklime was spread on the bottom of the jar, and there was a layer of butter paper next to the jar, and then the brand new jar was made.

These are the methods used by the old society to join the gang and save dry ginseng.There is only one purpose for such a lot of trouble, and that is to prevent moisture.

Xing San took a deep look at Zhao Jun, and carefully lifted the last red cloth. Zhao Jun hurriedly took two steps forward, wanting to see the true face of this ginseng seedling.

When Zhao Jun saw it, the expression on his face froze instantly, and he froze in place.

At this moment, Xing San turned his head to look at Zhao Jun, and said with a smile, "How is it?"

Zhao Jun's throat twitched, and he turned around to take a look. Seeing that the doors and windows were closed, he whispered to Xing San, "Third Master, hurry up and put it away."

"Hey!" Hearing this, Xing San hurriedly put the red cloth back on the ginseng, folded back the upper, lower, left, and right corners of the cloth, and then put it back into the jar again.

Then, Xing San covered the jar, went to the kang, opened the kang cabinet, and took out a large sheet of new felt paper.

Zhao Jun stretched out his hands and gently lifted the jar. Xing San put the butter paper under the jar, and when the jar fell steadily, Xing San wrapped both sides of the butter paper up with both hands.

After wrapping the butter paper, Xing San turned around and took out a piece of plastic cloth and a glass bottle from the cabinet.

The glass bottle was filled with crushed quicklime.

Restored as it was, Xing San sat on the edge of the kang, holding the jar with one hand, and grabbed Zhao Jun's hand with the other, saying: "Nephew, I will leave this to you."

"Ouch!" Upon hearing this, Zhao Jun quickly withdrew his hand from Xing San's, waved his hand and said, "Third Master, this is not allowed."

Speaking of this, seeing Xing San's expression of astonishment, Zhao Jun pointed to the jar and said, "Do you know how much this seedling club costs?"

Xing San shook his head, but said to Zhao Jun: "I know this stick is expensive. I have asked others, and this stick is regarded as the king of ginseng."

"En." Zhao Jun nodded, Xing San said that this seedling ginseng is the king of ginseng, and this Zhao Jun agreed, but he hurriedly asked Xing San: "Third Master, you carried this mallet?"

"No." Xing San shook his head and said, "At that time, we were very particular about joining the gang, and we couldn't get into this business without someone to guide us."

Seeing Zhao Jun's curiosity, Xing San continued: "This club was picked up by me and others. It must have been more than twenty years ago."

"Twenty years!" Upon hearing this, Zhao Jun felt that the number was somewhat familiar, and hurriedly asked again: "Third Master, who did you pick up after?"

Xing San shook his head again, and said: "I don't know, they are foreigners. I also happened to see them..."

Speaking of this, Xing San's face darkened, and he said angrily: "Touch my daughter-in-law's grave, and I will fight with them."

Saying that, Xing San retracted his hand on the jar, patted his chest, and said: "There must be thirteen or four people in their group, I don't even tremble at all for your third master (dē) Suo (sē)!"

Hearing this, Zhao Jun couldn't help laughing. He thought to himself that no matter how powerful you are, you still have three heads and six arms?Can one hit more than ten?
Seemingly seeing that Zhao Jun was doubting what he said, Xing San gestured with his hands and said, "I saw how many of them there were, but I didn't say anything, just pulled out a knife on my ass, what the hell Go up and stab the person in front of you!"

"Oh my god!" Zhao Jun exclaimed in surprise, "Third Master, what are you doing to others?"

Hearing Zhao Junzhi's question, Xing San frowned seriously and said, "I didn't touch him."

Zhao Jun: "..."

For a moment just now, Zhao Jun was about to swear subconsciously.

But I heard Xing San say: "The old lamp at the head... looks much older than me, he hides aside, and the kid behind him is exposed in no time. With my knife, I follow his weakness and take it Go in!"

When Zhao Jun heard this, he couldn't help exclaiming: "Have you stabbed it?"

"Ah!" Xing San's eyes widened, and he said, "I'll give him another knife after it's over!"

Zhao Jun: "..."

Zhao Jun has heard for a long time that most of these old mountain dogs in the mountains are not good stubble.

These people had a friction in the mountains, it must have been hands-on.And fighting is not good, and it is common to see blood when you use a knife.

Especially Xing San and his generation, under the extremely harsh living conditions, their ruthlessness is unmatched by Zhao Jun's generation.

"Third Master." Zhao Jun looked at Xing San with his head tilted, and asked with a little worry: "How is this going to be smooth after it's over?"

"What's the matter?" Xing San frowned on the left side, and said, "This kid lay down after being stabbed twice by me, and once he lay down, he let the one behind him come out again!"

Zhao Jun: "..."

Zhao Jun was speechless, but he also asked, "Have you been stabbed again?"

Xing San nodded and said, "I'll poke three down and sit down one."

For a while, Zhao Jun felt a little regretful. If he had known about this old man's deeds, he would not have been introduced to work in Jiezhong Nalengchang.

If someone who doesn't have a good eye provokes the old man, I'm afraid something big will happen.

After all, it's not 20 years ago now, when there were fighting with weapons, the people didn't raise their hands, and the officials didn't correct them.Now that such a big event is going to happen, what's the deal?
"Third Master." Zhao Jun asked Xing San tentatively: "What's the matter? You stabbed people several times, and they can't do it."

People who run mountains, how can they be cowardly?Xing Sanmeng, there are so many people in that group!

"That's not true." Xing San said: "The group of people huh-hu-la-la surrounded me, and the old lamp and the two of us were still whining. I didn't get used to him. I told him at the time. If I touch my wife's grave, I will fight them! Damn, I can't survive, and few of them can go down the mountain."

"Is it over?" Zhao Jun, who was hearing the key point, couldn't help asking again.

"It's over..." Xing San smiled and said, "Just about to start, that..."

Speaking of this, Xing San pondered for a while, and said: "Yongsheng...then it wasn't called Yongsheng before, it was called Xishan Tun'er at that time. There was a village called... what is it called Qi? Why can't I remember...Ah!"

Xing San suddenly slapped his thigh, and said: "His nickname is Qi Daqin, he has a son, and now he is letting that village be the village head!"

"Ah!" Zhao Jun hurriedly answered, "Qi Shengli!"

"No!" Xing San waved his hand and said, "It's not called Qi Shengli, what is called Qi."

"No." Zhao Jun smiled and said, "Third Lord, I'm talking about his son named Qi Shengli."

"Ah, his son." Xing San didn't bother with this person's name any more, just replaced it with a nickname, and said: "This big chin Qi is a member of the gang, he followed that Pang Sanyan to the mountains..."

"Third Master." Zhao Jun spoke suddenly, interrupted Xing San, and asked, "Does the Pang Sanyan you mentioned have a son, nicknamed Pang Blind?"

"Yes!" Xing San nodded, and said, "Blind Pang is also on the mountain, we can often see him in the mountain."

Zhao Jun frowned slightly, he seemed to have smoothed out some things.

At this time, Xing San continued: "It happens that this group of people are also from the mountains, but they are from Lingnan. Their business is not the same as ours. We don't talk so much, so they can't do it. People from the south of the Lingnan side, if they go to our side to release the mountains, it is considered crossing the border.

At that time, the big chin was not happy, and he talked a lot to them, and when it was over, the group left. "

"Leave now?" Zhao Jun asked in surprise after hearing the words: "Third Master, you killed so many of them, is that all?"

"Then what's the matter?" Xing San said: "If they don't leave, if they go back to find someone with a big chin, none of them will be able to leave."

Hearing this, Zhao Jun nodded slightly. He guessed that the group of people who clashed with Xing San should be the gang that Jiang Hua recorded in the pamphlet.

Presumably, this group of people carried precious ginseng with them in the old village, so they didn't dare to conflict with the local ginseng gang.

"Hey?" Suddenly, Zhao Jun remembered something, and asked Xing San again: "Third Master, what's the matter with the stick in your jar?"

"This..." Xing San glanced at the jar, and said with a smile: "After they left, I'll have a few words with that big chin. I thought he helped me, why should I arrange for him to have a drink?" Ah. In the end, he said he had something to do, and left when he was done. The more I thought about it, the more angry I became, and I drove those people away again."

Speaking of this, Xing San explained to Zhao Jun who was surprised: "I thought they would not be able to cross the mountain overnight. Even if they carried people, he was in a hurry. Then if they don't sleep, can they still not eat? I will wait for them to eat When it's time, kick the two of them again."

Zhao Jun didn't know what to say, so he waited for Xing San to continue without making a sound.

And Xing San continued: "In this mountain field, they must not be familiar with us men. After I caught up with them, I watched them carry those few for me to poke from a long distance. Aren't they old? "

"Yes!" Zhao Jun nodded in response.

Xing Sandao: "I am old, why don't my legs and feet catch up with young people, this old lamp is put last, I watched something fall out of his pocket. He didn't pay attention, I went to pick it up, it was them ...they call them ginseng buns."

The old man didn't know that Zhao Jun would release the mountain, and he even said professional terms to Zhao Jun.

Zhao Jun understood this time, he stretched out his hand to pat the jar, and asked, "Is this the seedling stick?"

"Yeah." Xing San nodded, and said, "Your third master has never let go of the mountain, but when I saw this mallet, I knew it was worth the old money."

"En." Zhao Jun nodded to Xing San, and said with a smile: "Seven to eighty thousand at least."

"Huh?" Xing San was taken aback when he heard the words, and when he realized that Zhao Jun was talking about the price of the ginseng seedlings, the old man's face didn't change at all.

"Third Master!" The old man didn't speak, Zhao Jun had to say it, he said to Xing San: "Such a valuable thing, why don't you leave it here..."

Before Zhao Jun finished speaking, Xing Sanyi waved his hand, interrupted Zhao Jun, and said, "Take it, and leave it to you in the future. Your third master wants to live, let's talk about it later. You three The uncle is going to die, these are all yours."

"Third Master." Zhao Jun hurriedly said, "How can I do that? How can I want..."

"Okay!" Xing San waved his hand again, and interrupted: "What else can I do? Your third uncle has no son, and our father and son are opposites. Who will not give it to you?"

After finishing speaking, Xing San took a deep look at Zhao Jun, sighed softly and said, "My brother has the same zodiac sign as you, and is older than you..."

In the middle of speaking, Xing San paused for a while, and when he spoke again, he said in a low voice: "He... there is also a word for Jun in his name, and his name is Xing Zhijun."

Speaking of this, Xing San quickly blinked his eyelids a few times, then changed the subject himself, raised his hand and pointed out, and said, "Isn't the one you know called Xing Zhiyong? They, uncles and brothers, all made mistakes in that wisdom." word."

"Ah!" Thinking of Xing Zhiyong, Zhao Jun remembered hearing someone say a while ago that this old boy seemed to have suffered a disadvantage in hand-to-hand combat with the Northeast Leopard.

"Hehe..." Xing San sneered for a while, and then said: "I asked him to buy me wine, but he hasn't bought it for me all these years. Come to my place when it's over, throw me four or five catties of corn face, just Take away all the roe deer that are buried in the snow outside me."

Zhao Jun could only listen to what Xing San said. After all, he was an uncle and nephew. The old man could talk, but he didn't have anything to say.

"Oh!" Xing San sighed, looked at Zhao Jun and said, "His father, just my brother, didn't he also put a shack in the mountain? Once, I watched him carry a wine barrel and send it to his father. It's..."

As he said that, Xing Sanyi pointed to the big wine barrel in front of the wooden frame, and said: "We just met at that time, so I mentioned it to you, and after that, you went to work by yourself, thinking about letting the big man take the wine Bring it to me. There are also those things to eat and use, bring me so many things."

The big man Xing San was talking about was not Red Deer, but Li Baoyu.Hearing this, Zhao Jun hurriedly said: "Third Master, this is more fun, you have not lost me. Last time you sold the bear bile, you are old, and now it is still on my place."

"What's the bear gall?" Xing San pushed the wrapped jar in front of Zhao Jun, and said, "You take this away, and I will give you this thing. The third master doesn't feel bad."

Speaking of this, Xing Sanyi waved his hands and said, "If I want to give it to others, I can't even close my eyes."

Zhao Jun laughed when he heard it, and he said, "It's not like that..."

"Why not!" Xing San jumped from the kang to the ground, picked up the sack that used to hold the jar, and shook it twice in the room, and suddenly a puff of dust spread in a small area.

"Third Master!" Zhao Jun swung his right hand from side to side in front of his eyes, and said, "Go outside and shake off!"

"Don't bother with that!" Xing Sanliang put his hands on the mouth of the sack and said to Zhao Jun, "Put that in."

Hearing this, Zhao Jun reached out to pick up the jar, and the father and son cooperated to put the jar into a sack and put it on the edge of the kang.

At this time, Xing San picked up the last red cloth bag on the kang, which was also the first one he threw aside.

Xing San picked up the cloth bag and said to Zhao Jun: "Men, this is the coffin book I saved, and it is 100 yuan. I will put it all in your place. If I want something in the future, you can give it to me." take."

"Okay!" Zhao Jun got up, reached out to take the red cloth bag, and said to Xing San: "Third Master, I will keep the money for you."

Xing San didn't count the money, and Zhao Jun didn't check it either.Xing San said as much as he said.

Zhao Jun unbuttoned his thin padded jacket, put the money close to his body, and said to Xing San, "Third Lord, I have to go, and they have to wait for me."

"Let's go." Xing San said: "Go down the mountain slowly."

After finishing speaking, Xing San picked up the sack placed on the edge of the Kang and handed it to Zhao Jun.

Zhao Jun took it carefully, and then walked towards the door. When the two of them came out of the cellar, Zhao Jun turned to Xing San and said, "Third Lord, why don't you come with me and stay at my house for two days. "

Xing San shook his head with a smile, and said to Zhao Jun with a smile: "I won't go, I have to go to Mr. Xie's Lengchang in two days. I will tidy up this hut. If it needs to be put together, I will put it all together." stand up."

"That's fine." Seeing that he couldn't persuade Zhao Jun, he said, "Then I'm leaving. I'll come and pick you up when I go to Lengchang. Then, I'll get you some good sorghum wine!"

"Hey!" Hearing that there is good wine, Xing San immediately regained his spirits, walked a few steps to Zhao Jun's side, and said, "The wine you asked the big man to bring to me last time is very good, how much is it per catty?" nah?"

Before Zhao Jun bought those things for Xing San, and after Li Baoyu delivered them, Xing San asked Li Baoyu how much he spent so that he could get money for Zhao Jun, but Li Baoyu only told Xing San that his brother asked Xing San to pay more attention to his body, and then gone.

This is what moved Xing San.

Zhao Jun laughed and said, "One cent and sixty one catty, and twenty catties, he charged us three yuan."

"Oh!" Xing Sanyi grinned, shook his head and said, "I can't bear to play such an expensive one. I even scored seven points."

"We don't give that seven points." Zhao Jun said to Xing San: "Let's just drink well, and when we park the car that day, I'll bring you all the wine."

"Okay!" Xing San nodded heavily with a smile, and suddenly remembered something, he hurriedly said to Zhao Jun: "Don't forget to go back and bring a treat to your parents."

"Yeah!" Zhao Jun just responded, when Xing San raised his hand and pointed at himself, saying: "Your mother, I haven't seen it before. But your father looks good to me."

"Huh? Ah!" Zhao Jun was startled for a moment, and then responded forcefully, saying, "My father is famous for his kindness when he leaves us in the village."

"Look at it." Xing San pointed his fingers together and said, "I just said that big brother is not bad!"

Zhao Junqiang held back his smile, and said, "If there is a chance, you can sit down and have a drink, and my dad would be happy to drink."

"That's fine." Xing San sent down a few steps, and then said to Zhao Jun: "Eldest nephew, please slow down, the third master will not see you off."

"Yeah." Zhao Jun said: "Third Master, you go back, it's old autumn, and the weather is getting colder every day, you should pay attention to yourself."

"Hey!" Xing San responded and waved at Zhao Jun. Zhao Jun nodded and walked down with the sack on his back.

Xing San stood where he was, and waited until Zhao Jun disappeared from his sight before turning back to the shack.

But Xing San's behavior was not because he was reluctant to part with his Miao Shen King. He also gave it to Zhao Jun the last time he came.

And Zhao Jun, when walking down with the sack on his back, remembered these things that Xing San gave him.It is said to be safekeeping, but in fact it is given to myself.

Think about the old Mrs. Jiang in the village, like Xing San, who gave herself money and things.

For a while, Zhao Jun couldn't help feeling a little emotional.They all said that there are noble people in their destiny to help them, but they themselves have an old man in their destiny to help them!
Sorry guys, I can't add more today.

This past February [-]nd, there was no pig head at home, so I took an elbow and stewed some braised pork. I ate too much fat and my blood pressure was a little high...