I'm not immortal

Chapter 73
"Ouch!"

Jiang Hong suddenly ouched, which attracted the attention of others.

Originally, Jiang Hong was in the middle of the team, but maybe he was a little tired after walking for an hour, so Jiang Hong walked to an old tree to take a rest.

Who would have imagined that something happened in the past, most of his legs got stuck in the thick pine needles beside the old tree.

"Don't move!"

The veteran shouted nervously.

Simply sinking into the snow, with so many people here, is not a big problem, but I am afraid that there are things like rotten branches and leaves underneath, forming a swamp-like environment, the kind that will sink when you move.

Moreover, this kind of place is warmer than other places, and no one knows if there will be any poisonous insects in it.

The old man took a closer look at his head, heaved a sigh of relief, pulled Jiang Hong out, and said: "Fortunately, there were too many pine needles before the snow, which made the snow float too much, so I stepped on it, nothing. event."

Seeing that the old man was struggling to support Jiang Hong alone, a mountain driver also walked over and patted the pine needles and snowflakes on Jiang Hong's legs attentively.

The man was taken aback suddenly, and pulled the snow pit where Jiang Hong just fell and sat down.

A seemingly small seedling was exposed, looking wilted.

"Huh!"

"Boss Jiang, look at your luck, you fell and dropped a mallet."

The mountain driver pawed again and said, "Unfortunately, it's too young. I guess it's only three or four years old. It's not the right time to hang the red rope."

Under such old pine trees, it has always been a more suitable place for ginseng to grow. It is not very surprising that Jiang Hong sat down with a small ginseng seedling, at most, he sighed his luck.

But this thing is of little value, not even ten years.

"It seems that this is a blessing in disguise for me, no, I have to tie a red rope up, so it's not in vain."

Jiang Hong laughed, looked at the old man, and was about to ask for a red rope to use, but found that the old man was staring straight at the little ginseng seedling.

"Old brother?"

Jiang Hong yelled softly.

The veteran woke up like a dream, glanced at Jiang Hong, and opened his mouth, as if he was struggling with something.

Jiang Qi at the side looked at the old man quietly, with a flash of scrutiny in his eyes.

"Brother, what's the matter with you? If it's not in compliance with the rules, just speak up, I'll listen to you."

Jiang Hong thought it was because of the particularity of tying the red string.

The old man tightly clenched his fist in the sleeve, gritted his teeth suddenly, stepped forward two steps, and came to Jiang Hong.

"Brother Jiang, I can't hide it from you! Otherwise, I will be uneasy for the rest of my life!"

The old man's words seemed inexplicable to everyone, but before they could speak, the old man squatted down in front of the ginseng seedling.

I saw the old man slowly scraping away the soil around the ginseng seedlings, bit by bit, with gentle movements.

"Old man, this mallet is too small."

Some chasers hesitated to speak, but they didn't dare to stop the old man's actions.

On the mountain, the head is the biggest.

With more and more soil being dug off by the old man, several mountaineers also noticed that something was wrong.

Generally speaking, three or four years old ginseng seedlings can be dug a fist deep at most, and the roots are exposed.

But the old ginseng seedling in front of me has already dug at least a foot, and the root has not yet been seen, but the stem is getting thicker and rougher.

"This"

Jiang Hong also saw something was wrong and narrowed his eyes.

After digging for more than a foot, the old man was a little tired, so he turned around and said, "Come help! Be careful!"

Several mountaineers also regained their energy and hurried forward, separating the soil layer by bit.

It wasn't until I dug down three feet deep that I finally saw something different.

"Old man!"

"This is her mother's century-old mallet!!"

"It's so deep, so thick, that's right!"

"Stop talking about a hundred years!"

The mountain chasers couldn't bear the joy and surprise in their hearts, and shouted out one by one.

The old man pulled Jiang Hong forward, only to see a little yellowish rhizome exposed under the thick stems and leaves, which was estimated to be as thick as a wrist!

"Any old ginseng that is more than a hundred years old, its leaves will be like ginseng seedlings, inconspicuous."

"This is because the old ginseng has drilled too deep into the ground, and the leaves on it have decayed. When it turns spring again, it will naturally be like a seedling."

(This is the author's imagination, and has basically nothing to do with reality, so don't spray)
The old man looked at the old ginseng closely, and said: "But the old ginseng is different from the ginseng seedlings. The leaves are thicker and tougher."

"Ordinary people can't see it, but at such a close distance, I can still recognize the old man."

As he said that, he looked at Jiang Hong and said, "Brother Jiang, you discovered this stick. To tell you the truth, I thought of hiding it just now. I'm ashamed!"

Jiang Hong also came back to his senses, and said: "Old brother, there is no heart when it comes to deeds, and there is no saint when it comes to heart."

"If it wasn't for you, old brother, who would have known it was a hundred-year-old ginseng?"

"Let's dig it out first, old brother, I'll accept [-]% of the market price, how about it?"

"No, no, no! You found this, how can you pay for it?"

The old man waved his hand and refused. Since he chose to stick to the principle, he couldn't break the rules.

In the end, Jiang Hong and the boss fought for a long time, but still calculated the money according to the year of participation, ten thousand a year.

In all fairness, the price was very low, but the old man was persuaded by Jiang Hong for a long time before agreeing.

Originally, according to the old man's idea, each person gave [-] yuan, which meant nothing more.

But Jiang Hong obviously wouldn't do this kind of thing.

The premise of cooperation is win-win.

The old man didn't say any more, he opened the box he always carried with him, and took out the jade tools inside.

Then, little by little, I started to dig out the ginseng.

After about an hour, the old man dug out only one head, and the next one was the roots.

"It's probably more than a hundred years old. The century-old mallet I dug with my dad last time didn't have so many roots."

The old man stood up, supported his waist, looked at the densely packed roots that had just begun to appear, and said so.

"Brother, how old do you look like?"

Hearing this, Jiang Hong asked in surprise.

"I can't see clearly for the time being, let's talk about it after digging it out."

The old man rested for a while, and then continued to dig.

This time it took longer. After a break and digging, four or five hours passed.

Finally, the old man carefully lifted out the ginseng.

None of the densely packed roots were broken, it was a complete century-old ginseng.

The old man took a deep breath, picked off a piece of moss non-stop, and wrapped the whole ginseng.

This is an old way to preserve ginseng best.

"This ginseng, at least 300 years!"

The old man took a deep breath and solemnly handed it over to Jiang Hong.

(End of this chapter)