Build a farm from the mountains

Chapter 239 Fifth Rank Leaf

The stalks of the dug out ginseng need to be broken off immediately to prevent "slurry" (ginseng water running to the stalks).

The ginseng in the pulp is like a radish with bran heart, soft and without moisture.

Wu Hao snapped off the ginseng stem, squeezed the reed head with one hand, and held the ginseng in the other. The slender ginseng tendrils hung in the air.

After careful scrutiny and weighing the weight, he probably knew what was in his mind before he took the moss handed over by Wu Meng and wrapped it with ginseng.

Wrap the outside with birch bark, and then use straw rope to make "ginseng buns", which can effectively keep wild ginseng moisture. This method will last for a long time and will continue into the future.

After the ginseng is dug out, the people who drive the mountains will consciously abide by a rule, that is, "carry the big ones and keep the small ones", and try not to move the small ones if there are big ones.

After 30 years, people will pluck their hair.

Wu Hao handed the wrapped ginseng to Wu Meng, picked up the stalk and picked the ginseng seeds, and re-buried the ginseng at the place where the ginseng was dug just now.

There is a high chance that ginseng will grow, and the remaining seeds are handed over to the three of them to bury in the place where the mountain was just pressed.

It took me more than an hour to plant the seeds. As for how many ginseng seedlings can grow from these seeds, it is not sure.

Wu Hao signaled everyone to continue to press the mountain, walked to the end of Weizi and shouted: "Hit the kidnapper."

After walking tens of meters this time, Guan Zilong yelled, "Bang Chui!"

Wu Hao asked loudly: "What product?"

Guan Zilong shouted in response: "Climb higher step by step!"

It turned out to be a lamp stand, Wu Hao hesitated and walked over to have a look. Looking at the red hammer on the ginseng, he felt that the seedling mallet should have been reborn.

Gubao continued to lift after that, and dug to the reed head to confirm his guess. Since he had just lifted a seedling of ginseng, it was much easier this time.

After taking it out for nearly two hours and weighing it with your hands, you can tell how old the mallet is.

Wu Meng had already prepared the moss and bark, wrapped the ginseng and handed it to Guan Zilong. It is best for each person to carry one seedling, so as not to damage it.

Wu Hao was a little tired this time, and led the three of them back to roast the unsmoked venison yesterday.

Da Mao and Er Mao were sleeping on the tree, and Xiao Brown was lying on the ground above the sprain. It didn't sleep and listened to nearby sounds all the time.

After the owner left, it went back to eat meat.

Wu Meng flipped the barbecue and said, "Second Brother, can I ask?"

"It's okay to chat." Wu Hao said with a smile: "If you want to know how old the ginseng is, wait until you come out of the mountain."

"That's fine." Wu Meng nodded and said, "We are not as lucky as the two of them. The club they carried was discovered by others."

"Don't make trouble." Guan Zilong couldn't help laughing and said, "Isn't your second brother a lucky person who is so rich now?"

"What kind of money do you have?" Wu Meng rolled his eyes: "I owe a lot of money to the famine, and I don't know when I can pay it back."

Guan Zilong jokingly said, "I'm sure you'll be able to pay back a seedling that you've carried for a hundred years."

"It's difficult!" Wu Hao shook his head. It's not that there is no century-old ginseng, but he only knows the approximate location, and this approximate area is a bit large.

The four of them continued to climb the mountain after eating the barbecue, and planned to finish walking the sprained land before noon tomorrow, even if they couldn't finish walking, they would go home.

Wu Hao thought that he was really unlucky. There was no wind in the morning, but a gust of wind blew just after the mountain began to press down in the afternoon.

A smear of red flashed in front of him on the left, and he walked closer to read it and shouted: "Balm!"

Wu Meng answered immediately: "What is it?"

Wu Hao replied loudly: "Fifth Grade Leaf!"

The two brothers Guan Zilong immediately congratulated Shan, and they knew from the weight of the fourth-grade leaves that the seedlings with fifth-grade leaves would definitely be good.

They looked around and took advantage of the wind to see if they could find ginseng, but the wind stopped.

Wu Hao put down the basket on his back and started Gu Bao to lift the mallet. This time it took longer, and it took more than six hours to finish the lift with a few breaks in the middle.

The three of them bent down to observe the appearance and laughed. They were much stronger and older than the fourth-rank leaf.

Guan Ziyun took the ginseng and wrapped it up, carefully put it in a basket and carried it on his back. There was grass inside, so he was not afraid of being knocked.

Wu Hao stood up after a short break and said, "Go back to sleep when it's dark, and come back tomorrow morning to press the mountain. Don't shout if you don't have more than four grades of leaves, and you don't need to tie the red rope."

After speaking, he led the three of them back to rest, and continued to press the mountain the next day, walking the land at ten o'clock in the morning.

The faces of the four showed disappointment. Sure enough, there were no sixth-rank leaves, not even fourth-rank leaves, only three seedlings slapped.

I don't know how many dormant ginseng seedlings there are.

Wu Meng asked: "Second Brother, will you leave any old signs?"

Wu Hao shook his head: "If you don't stay, whoever has that life will be carried away, and if you don't have that life, forget it."

He wants to pack the forest in the future, and everything in it is his. Now someone finds that ginseng is fine when he lifts it in front of him. If he can't find it, he has no money.

After taking the lead back and having dinner, let Xiao Zong lead the way to the north, and the four of them followed behind, leaving the woods and entering the pasture to go east.

It was dark when we reached the small river for another [-] miles, so we rested on the spot, got up in the morning and entered the woods again, and walked six or seven miles inward.

Guan Zilong stopped and looked ahead and sighed again: "There are so many wild fruit forests!"

The fruit forest in front of us is much smaller than the last time I saw it, but it is rare to have a large forest, so you don't need to run around when picking.

Wu Hao ate a thorn rose fruit and said: "Pick some of each fruit, put the mallet on the fruit, and then go south to find morels."

Someone wrote a poem praising: No one cares about the solitary fragrance and empty valley, but Bai Xue prefers a little red.

The tallest thorn rose is as tall as a person, and it grows in clusters, and it is rare to see a single tree.

Every rose branch is covered with dense thorns, the leaves are small and thin, and the branches and vines are full of little red lanterns, and the flesh is very sweet.

Wu Hao picked the thorn rose fruit with his gloves, and asked the three of them to pick other fruits, and they picked more than ten catties of each before continuing to walk south.

There is also a broad-leaved forest a few miles ahead. The soil below has thick humus, and the humidity and light are suitable. Most of the morels grow under the broad-leaved trees.

Morchella is a precious edible and medicinal fungus. Its structure is similar to that of plate fungus, and the upper part is in a folded net shape, which resembles both a honeycomb and a morel, hence the name.

Wu Hao found morel mushrooms and cut them off from the base of the mushroom bag with a knife, leaving a part of the mushroom base, which will grow again in the future.

"Dong dong~"

He had just finished cutting two morel mushrooms, and was following to the east to look for Hericium erinaceus. There was a sound of shouting sticks in front of him, and he walked along the path.

Seeing him coming over, Wu Meng asked, "Is this okay on the tree?"

"Yes." Wu Hao nodded, and there was a Hericium erinaceus growing on the oak tree, which was white in appearance.

Also known as Hericium erinaceus, hedgehog fungus, it is named for its resemblance to Hericium erinaceus, and it is one of the four famous dishes (Hericium erinaceus, bear's paw, bird's nest, shark's fin).

The tree was not high, so he climbed up directly, holding the fungus bag with one hand, and the whole fruiting body of Hericium erinaceus with the other hand, rotated it gently, and then pulled it out to pick it off.

Guan Zilong came over and said, "We picked two morel mushrooms, and we found four Hericium erinaceus in front."

Wu Meng said: "I picked two morel mushrooms, Hericium erinaceus just saw this."

"That's all, let's go home." Wu Hao asked Xiao Zong to lead the way north to the pasture, trying to reach the river at night.

When they got out of the forest to rest and eat, Wu Meng asked, "Second brother, how old are those three sticks?"

He knows some things about driving mountains, but he can't tell the age of ginseng.

Wu Hao knew that he couldn't hold back, so he took out ginseng from the basket and pointed at the reed head, saying, "Every time the ginseng stem falls off naturally, there will be a scar on the reed head, which is called a reed bowl in jargon. The more the reed bowls, the better the year of ginseng." big,"

He pointed to the beard and said, "Ginseng grows underground for decades, and many ginseng will rot and leave scars. The jargon is called pearl spots. The more pearl spots, the older the ginseng will be."

Two heads leaned over to observe, but Guan Zilong didn't move. He always understood this, and said, "As the saying goes, seven taels is a ginseng. Eight taels is a treasure, which refers to Lao Cheng."

An old saying: Half a catty eight taels, the ancient eight taels corresponds to the current half catty, which is five taels.

"Yes." Wu Hao nodded and continued: "After reading the reed head and pearl point, it depends on the weight. Ginseng seeds are only unearthed in three years."

"At this time, its roots are very short and absorb nutrients slowly. Even if the soil is fertile, it is difficult for ginseng to exceed one or two weights in 20 years. I am talking about the current weight."

"The roots of ginseng have grown in 40 years, and there are not many more than two taels. Even if it is a century-old ginseng, it is more than five taels."

In the capital exhibition hall of province j, the ginseng king is more than five taels, and there are a few hundred-year-old ginseng that are about the same weight.

In the highest year, the seedling ginseng has seven or two weights, and its age has reached more than 200 years. It is the largest known ginseng.

Guan Zilong added: "If you add one or two to 20 years, three or two is almost 60 years of ginseng. The ginseng that can grow to such a large size is almost good in quality."

"Some dormant and damaged ginsengs can't grow so big. 60-year-old ginseng can be sold for 6000 yuan if you send it to Mrs. Fu."

"Those rich wives look at the vintage."

Wu Meng asked: "According to this calculation, the 80-year-old ginseng is worth 20? The [-]-year-old ginseng is worth [-]?"

Guan Zilong shook his head: "No, the price of 80-year-old ginseng can still increase, and the price of low-year ginseng will drop. Now 20-year-old ginseng is estimated to only cost a few hundred yuan."

"This is the approximate price for a rich wife. If you sell it to someone else, at least half the price will be reduced. Three taels of ginseng may be sold for three thousand."

Wu Hao said with a smile: "And it's not easy to sell, and it needs to be used to earn foreign exchange."

Now earning foreign exchange ranks first. Good ginseng has to be sold secretly, and it has to be sold far away, such as Hong Kong Island or aomen.

In fact, 80-year-old ginseng is not expensive at 5 to [-] yuan, even in this era, it is as cheap as grandma's house.

Its real price will be more than 20 times in the future, which is at least one million or more.

Because after 30 years, there are hardly many ginseng over 50 years old, and good quality can sell 50 yuan.

He remembered that Miao Wuliang's ginseng king was unearthed in [-]. At that time, the store suspected that such a large ginseng was fake.

Later, it was purchased at a price of [-] yuan, yes, it was [-] yuan, and it was rewarded with another [-] yuan when it was sent to the capital.

Ten years later, another king ginseng seedling of the same size was unearthed. The pharmaceutical factory spent 180 million to buy it, and then sold it for more than 300 million.

What is the concept of 180 million in [-]?
The same ginseng king, one seedling is 180, and one seedling is [-] million.

That Miao Qiliang's ginseng king will not be available for 30 million after 1000 years.

(End of this chapter)