hunting in 1986

Chapter 25 25 Sick
In the vast mountains and forests.

Looking at the large wild ginseng in front of him, Wang Yuan trembled with excitement. Now it is Honghamtou City, and every plant of ginseng is eye-catching and beautiful with bright red ginseng seeds on top.

After careful identification.

"Most ginseng is slap or stage, the year is very small and worthless, the most valuable is a plant with five leaves and another plant with six leaves!

Six leaves!Almost a hundred years of wild ginseng!Get rich~" Wang Yuan squatted next to the big clump of ginseng seedlings, swallowed with difficulty, and the adrenaline secretion accelerated, and his whole body was very excited.

Six leaves are extremely rare, let alone in 1986, even in the Qing Dynasty, few ginseng collectors found wild ginseng of this grade.

Of course, although the six leaves are rare, they have always existed in the vast Xiaoxing’an Mountains. It seems that in 2017, some farmers found wild six leaves.

"Last time, I felt that Wang Shuai was not in the right state. He must have discovered this large piece of wild ginseng by accident. He was very excited, but he didn't tell anyone else that he wanted to keep it for himself."

Wang Yuan's brain was spinning rapidly, his face flushed red:
"Then I cut off the beard, and found time to dig out the ginseng, and then put it in the space that serves as a warehouse. It's perfect! No one can find it in the space warehouse."

After stopping for a while, Wang Yuan circled to the right, and then ran back quickly.

When he ran back to the place where the old man took his afternoon nap, Wang Shuai had just returned.

Wang Shuai looked at Wang Yuan suspiciously: "What did you do?"

"none of your business!"

"Hey, you deserve a beating."

"Come on, let's practice and see who beats whom!"

Although he came back from the forest on the right, Wang Yuan knew that Wang Shuai must have become suspicious. At this time, he must not be cowardly or stage-frightened, otherwise the other party's suspicion would increase.

The noise of the two woke up the others, and they were quickly persuaded to leave.

Wang Yuan was a little absent-minded throughout the afternoon, and Wang Shuai was also absent-minded. They seemed to have discovered a cornucopia, and they would always think of that piece of ginseng in their hearts unconsciously.

One afternoon, he found a few small ginseng plants, but he didn't lift his head. Liu Hui advised him to pick a big one and carry one. No matter how low the price is, it should be able to sell for a few dollars.

You can buy several catties of meat for a few dollars, which is not exactly small money.

After all, although the living conditions in the rural areas of Northeast China are better, most of them only have food and clothing, and they are not very willing to buy meat.

But the old man is like a mandshurica tree stump, very tough, and he admits death, he can't do anything if he doesn't lift others up.

"Hmph~ The mountain god master is watching us. If he lifts the small ginseng, then the mountain god master will look down on us, so we won't be able to find the big ginseng in the future." As he walked back, he kept humming.

He seems to stubbornly regard the mountain god as a real existence like a "person", and thinks that the ginseng he found is a gift from the mountain god.

Wang Shuai muttered: "Feudal superstition."

He didn't want to believe the old man's words, because the ginseng he found was not tied with red strings, and there was no fence drawn, so he immediately carried it away with a deer bone drill.

If what the old man said is correct, then this kind of ginseng will seem to run away, because it is said that the adult ginseng has become fine, and if you don't tie the red string, it will disappear.

As long as what the old man says is feudal superstition, then the adult ginseng will not run away, which is exactly what Wang Shuai wanted.

Wang Shuai was walking in the forest, when he looked up and found the old man looking at him with burning eyes, he was instantly startled.

"Hmph~ I don't want to talk about superstition or not with you. I only know that believing in and admiring the mountain gods will allow us to walk out of the mountains alive better."

"Um, you're right." Wang Shuai still bowed his head.

Everyone hurried back to Diwozi all the way, and went to sleep after dinner. Wang Shuai seemed unable to sleep and tossed and turned in the middle of the night. After a while, he asked Liu Hui to go to the latrine together, as if he was afraid of being taken away by wild animals.

Wang Yuan didn't fall asleep either, he was thinking about things—the reason why Wang Shuai didn't lift the two big ginseng plants was very simple. Strains of ginseng are fast.

And when it comes to ginseng with well-developed roots and deep roots, it may take a day or two to lift out a ginseng plant.

The second is that Wang Shuai did not quickly use tools such as an axe, a saw, a deer bone drill, and even if he dug out the ginseng, where would he hide it?
There is no place to hide around. If it is hidden in the wild, it is better to let the ginseng continue to grow.

after all.

Fresh ginseng is not easy to preserve, and it is easy to rot. Generally, fresh ginseng is steamed and then dried. After becoming dried ginseng, the shelf life will be much longer. This preservation method seems to have begun in the Qing Dynasty.

Huhuhu~
"Aw~ow~"

Outside Diwozi, there was not only the whistling wind, but also the occasional howling of wolves, and he didn't take off his clothes when he slept. He didn't change his clothes and took a bath for a long time. His body was sticky, and he had no pillow or quilt. Wang Yuan felt very uncomfortable.

"Compared to Wozi, where I live now, living in an ordinary village is actually very happy. Hey~ bear with it, I should go back in a few days." A thought flashed through Wang Yuan's mind, and then he fell into a deep sleep.

The next day.

After getting up, I always turn my head to look to the west, and then lead the crowd to call the mountain to the west.

"Hi-"

Several old men yelled collectively with their throats sideways, not only scaring away the beasts in the mountain, but also shaking their heads.

After shouting Shan, Wu Qian was about to collapse in an instant, and Wang Yuan quickly helped him.

"Hey~ I'm so dizzy."

"You're out of oxygen."

It is entirely up to the old man to decide which forest to press down on the mountain every day. Wang Yuan and others are too young and have too little experience, so it seems that they are not qualified to discuss the scope of pressing the mountain with the old man.

The terrain in the mountains and forests is very complicated, rugged, overgrown with thorns, and there are strange places everywhere. Many places are not suitable for quickly pressing down the mountains, so the old man does not take them to those places.

When Wang Yuan had something to do, he was thinking—maybe it is easier to get ginseng in these inaccessible places?After all, other teams are not willing to go to these places.

For example, there is no road at all in some bushy land where it is difficult to walk. If you want to go deep into it, you can only cut down a lot of bushes, but this is very time-consuming-this kind of place may not be entered for dozens or even hundreds of years.

Of course, if you go to this kind of place, it will take a week or more than ten days in a small area, and the veteran is obviously unwilling to do this.

Today's mountain pressing location is far away from yesterday's mountain pressing location. When I came back in the evening, I always said that I would continue to press the mountain here.

and so--

Wang Yuan fell ill at night.

When Wang Yuan woke up in the morning, he coughed continuously, and he looked sickly and weak, and everyone had different expressions in an instant.

The old man and everyone else were worried and irritable, but Wang Shuai laughed happily, and he didn't hold back his smile until the old man glared at him.

"Yuanzi, you can rest in the ground nest today. What about the herbs I picked earlier? Qianzi, cook a bowl of medicine for Yuanzi to take, and take care of him more."

The old man was smoking a dry cigarette with his head flapping, and his brows were frowned into a pimple.

"Oh, I see."

"The one who serves the pot" Wu Qian quickly agreed.

(End of this chapter)