hunting in 1986

Chapter 23

The sun is about to set, and the mountains and forests are quiet.

The 8 people stood on the hillside with different colors, and it seemed that they had finally paid off after a tiring day.

The old man asked, "I'm sure it's a slap."

Liu Hui stammered for a moment: "Ah, it is true."

Taking off the straw hat, a ginseng plant with red ginseng seeds was exposed, and the leaves of ginseng trembled slightly in the breeze.

Liu Hui said: "Old man, do you want to take it or not?"

The old man's face was full of black lines: "I don't want to take it, let's leave some sticks for the mountains, otherwise there will be no big sticks in the mountains in the future."

Big ginseng is also grown from small ginseng. If all the small ginsengs are pulled out, there will be no big ginseng in the future.

Of course, the reason why the veteran chooses not to take it is also because the young wild ginseng is not worth much.

Harvested ginseng seeds and sprinkled them around, and then led the crowd to continue to press the mountain. After a while, it was getting late and everyone returned to Diwozi.

After returning to Diwozi, I saw that Wang Shuai had already prepared the meals - rice, pickles, pancakes, dried meat and so on.

In this day and age, the food is quite good.

Wang Shuai kept inquiring about Yashan's interesting stories, but it was a pity that the others were almost paralyzed from exhaustion, and no one paid any attention to him.

Three days passed in a flash.

This morning, while having breakfast amidst chirping birdsong, Liu Hui said abruptly: "I had a dream last night."

"Pfft~"

The old man spat out his first mouthful of rice porridge, nervous in shock: "Huizi, tell me clearly, what dream did you have?"

Many ginseng pickers deeply believe in the existence of mountain gods, otherwise they would not bow down piously every day, and dreams often have hints of the mountain gods.

For example, if you dream of a tiger eating people, an old lady yelling to go down the mountain, someone falling and hurting, family members crying, etc., you must go down the mountain immediately.

Wang Yuan was also a little nervous. He looked at Liu Hui like everyone else. This time, the release of the mountain would not just end like this.

"Um, I dreamed that there were many ginseng dolls running in front of me. I was so excited. I ran over and grabbed one, and then I grabbed two. If I caught it, I stuffed it into the basket... I was so excited to catch it, Wu Qian was a fart Woke me up." Liu Hui said.

Wu Qian's face turned red instantly.

"Ahem, it's a good sign. Continue to press the mountain after eating." The old man continued to eat with a smile.

After eating, everyone set off under Wang Shuai's eager gaze. By the time they arrived at the place where they finished work yesterday, more than two hours had passed.

Everyone lined up and was about to start pressing down on the mountain. Suddenly, Wu Qian took a glance to the right, and the ghost suddenly burst out: "It's raging!!"

"Where is it?"

"Get the shotgun!"

"Don't panic!"

Meeting a bear in Yashan is definitely a bad thing, especially when you don't know how far the bear is, many people sweat instantly.

A big black bear stood not far away, with a terrifying aura, and beside him were two furry little bear cubs, who were so cute and silly.

"Roar!"

The big black bear seemed to be taken aback by the people, turned around and ran with the two cubs, and quickly disappeared into the dense woods.

Wang Yuan put down the shotgun and grinned.

Liu Hui sighed: "I feel like I walked through the gate of hell, I was scared to death, my forehead is sweating."

"Why didn't you see it just now?"

"I really didn't notice, tsk tsk~ bear bile is very valuable, if you can hunt him down..."

"Hunting a fart, you can't kill those with cubs, you young people don't respect the mountain gods and don't obey the rules, if something happens, the mourning of crying father and mother is over."

The old man has black lines all over his face. Although he likes the respect and admiration of young people, he is very tired of their recklessness, because in the vast forest far away from human habitation, some mistakes will cost lives.

After the episode, everyone continued to press the mountain.

In the afternoon, everyone also found "Zhaotou" on a big pine tree. The phototou was carried to a large ginseng nearby, and then a rectangular piece of bark was cut off to record information on it.

Now Wang Yuan and the others meet the head photo, with three bars on the left and six bars on the right.

"Hiss~ The three of you dug up a plant with six leaves, which is a fortune!" The old man was full of envy and hatred. The wild ginseng with six leaves was basically a hundred-year-old wild ginseng.

Centuries-old wild ginseng is very expensive even in this era of lack of food and clothing.

A few more days passed in a blink of an eye, and it was raining outside this day, so everyone rested in the nest and did not go out.

rumbling~
Bursts of muffled thunder sounded, big raindrops crackled in the woods, and some small animals fled in all directions.

Everyone was crowded in the nest, some were sleeping, some were chatting, and some were playing cards.

The card is not the playing card of later generations, but a small wooden card, which was brought by Wang Shuai, but he didn't expect it to come in handy now.

Wang Yuan wiped the shotgun well, and then lay down on the ground paved with hay to rest. He felt his body was smelly, but there was nothing he could do. He could only endure it. The lice in his hair were very itchy, and he could only scratch them with his hands. a catch.

Listening to the sound of the wind and rain outside, Wang Yuan's mind ran wild, thinking about the past life, the present life, and the future...

At this time.

While playing cards, Wang Shuai and the others said to the old man: "Old man, can you let others cook for a few days? They have been cooking all the time after entering the mountain. This..."

He went to the mountains to gain knowledge, but he has always been a hotpot and never overwhelmed the mountains for a day, so he would be laughed to death when he said it after he went back.

The old man was arranging the things in the basket - red rope, red cloth, deer bone pliers, quick axe, quick scissors, etc., he raised his head and glanced at Wang Shuai:
"If only you could find a replacement."

"Ah, good."

Wang Shuai ruled out Wang Yuan first, and the two had conflicts since they were young, and now the conflicts not only did not disappear but seemed to deepen.

After asking around, his eyes were full of flattery, but unfortunately no one was willing to change, but he didn't know what benefits he promised secretly, and Wu Qian agreed to change with him after another day.

After the rain, the sky cleared and a rainbow appeared in the sky.

This morning, Wang Shuai was very excited to go to Yashan for the first time, but after a few days, he forgot some of the old rules.

At around nine o'clock, when everyone was pressing down on the mountain quietly, Wang Shuai suddenly shouted excitedly, "Bandhammer!" Everyone looked excitedly, and found that there was no such thing as a stick, it was just a weed with small red flowers.

The air was suddenly a little awkward.

Wang Shuai's face was flushed red, and he didn't dare to meet the old knife-like eyes.

There were snickering sounds from around, Wang Shuai looked up and saw that Wang Yuan and the others were laughing, he felt tired for a moment, and hated Wang Yuan even more.

"You are bombing the mountain! Who are you trying to deceive? Are you deceiving the God of the Mountain? Watch out for a madan ghost to take you away..." Spits flew around and scolded Wang Shuai for a long time before the old man ordered The crowd continued to press the mountain.

(End of this chapter)