The Big Red Pine Roots Festival has 40 and 50, and has grown for a hundred years. A rectangular bark is stripped down by someone at a place more than one meter above the ground.

Because the pine tree will constantly secrete oil from the outside, and then oxidize it by the air, causing it to be stripped off from the bark and become a dark piece.

But if you carefully identify it, you can still vaguely see traces of a knife carving and axe carving on it.

This is a sign of pine trees. People in Northeast China commonly call it an old sign. It is a mark left by the mountain people after carrying out ginseng here and then on the nearby pine trees.

It records which year and month, how many people released what kind of ginseng here to report to those who came later.

Zhang Yuanmin came back with two sticks, leaned against Zhao Jun, and asked in a terrible way: "Brother, what are the scratches on this?"

Zhao Jun stretched out his hand and pointed to the lower right corner of Lao Zhao and said, "Why is this date written? It's probably...1926."

"Ah!" Zhang Yuanmin said: "This is 61 years ago."

"Well, this is an old man." Zhao Jun said in surprise, then pointed to the upper left corner and said, "There are seven people who put the sticks." Speaking of this, he pointed to Lao Zhaozhong again and said to Zhang Yuanmin: "There are a lot of large goods released, and there are also sixth-grade (pi) leaves."

"Really?" Zhang Yuanmin hurriedly came over and looked up with his eyes.

Zhao Jun sent a finger to him and said, "Not only is there a sixth-grade leaf, but also a fifth-grade leaf."

Zhang Yuanmin exclaimed: "Oh my God! Are you not going to send it?"

According to the older generation, ginseng is a spiritual object, and it is not destined to be a lucky person.

If you say digging, it means disrespect. You have to take it, lift it, and lift it. Carrying ginseng into the mountain is called "releasing the mountain".

The rules of letting go of mountains are much more than siege. When it comes to ginseng, you can’t talk about one, you can talk about seedlings.

The number of leaves refers to the number of leaves that ginseng blooms and scatters, and it is divided into several leaves, rather than how many leaves there are.

Two leaf branches are second-grade leaves, also called second-grade leaves. Three leaf branches are third-grade leaves, also called lamp table. No matter how many, they are fourth-grade leaves, fifth-grade leaves, and sixth-grade leaves.

The more leaves there are, the longer the ginseng will be. However, the water will overflow, and the moon will be full. The sixth-grade leaves may turn into a second-grade child.

Judging from the years recorded in the old sign, this is an old man.

As the saying goes: If you circle around the old man, you will have a full meal all your life. Ginseng seeds with ears growing on the top of the ginseng stems will be red in August, which is called a red hammer.

Ginseng seeds ripen, scattered around, or are eaten by birds before being excreted, and they can take root and sprout.

Therefore, this old man who has produced ginseng will produce ginseng every year. In the old days, the mountain lay people followed the rules passed down by the boss Sun Liang, and left the old signs at the ginseng meeting to inform people later.

But in a few years, people will not abide by this rule later. Whoever knows that the old man must be kept a tight-lipped speech.

Zhao Jun took the stick from Zhang Yuanmin, then turned around and looked at the old sign, and said to Zhang Yuanmin: "Brother, kneel down and kowtow to this old sign, beg the old sign and bless us with the seniors."

"Oh." Zhang Yuanmin knelt down happily when he heard this, but as soon as he knelt on one knee, he suddenly stopped and turned to ask Zhao Jun, "Brother, why don't you knock me?"

Zhao Jun smiled and said, "Have you heard the rumors in the village? The mountain god asked me to arrest him, so I won't kowtow. I'm afraid that I will scare him away after finishing my kowtow." Speaking of this, Zhao Jun raised his hand and pointed at Lao Zhao, signaling to Zhang Yuanmin, "You kowtow."

After hearing this, Zhang Yuanmin thought about it, so he hurriedly knelt down on his knees and kowtowed to the pine tree, and was muttering something like selling large goods and ensuring safety.

Zhang Yuanmin kowtowed three times in a row. After getting up, he raised his hand and rubbed the soil and gravel on his forehead. At this time, he heard Zhao Jun ask him: "Brother, will you respond?"

"I can!" Zhang Yuanmin said: "We have been living in the mountains since we were young. How can we not know this? I've heard it."

"Okay!" Zhao Jun reminded him again: "Brother, don't move here at that time, and you don't have to do anything. I just call Shan, you answer Shan, don't talk nonsense about anything else."

"Hey, hey, I get it, brother!"

Zhao Jun raised his eyes and looked at the shaded hillside beneath his feet. This was a wisp land, that is, a dustpan-shaped depression.

There are clear soup forests on the hillside, with pine trees, oak trees, aquatic willows and other trees growing. It is spring at this time, and the new leaves on the branches are just closed, and the branches and leaves are not lush, and the sunshine that cannot be blocked is shining on the hillside.

This is a mixed forest of coniferous and broad-leaf ginseng only grows in this kind of place.

Zhao Jun squatted down and pulled his hands on the ground. At this time, the ground was full of dead branches and dead grass accumulated last autumn and winter. Many of them were mixed in the soil. After corrosion, nutrients will be formed and nourish the earth.

Zhao Jun grabbed a handful of soil under the dead branches and rotten leaves. The soil was very soft, neither sticky nor dry.

Zhao Jun threw the soil on the ground, clapped his hands, and gave a wink at Zhang Yuanmin. After waiting for Zhang Yuanmin to nod, Zhao Jun shook his hand and hit the tree stick in his palm on the side, shouting at the top of his throat: "Master Shan God, please open the door!"

"The door is open!" This sound came from Zhang Yuanmin's mouth.

Both of them were loud and they were circulating with the wind. At the bottom of the wind, a group of people were digging wild vegetables in the ditch about three miles away from the Zhao army.

This group of people has men and women, old and young. Both men are in their thirties. Four women, two old ladies, and two young wives.

When the four women heard the sound of shouting, the four women did not respond. The two men were shocked and looked left and right. At this time, the sound fell. The two of them didn't know where the sound came from, and they only looked at each other in surprise.

The man wearing a military green single jacket casually raised his hand and pointed at the sky, and said with a smile: "Lao Wu, look, isn't it a tiger companion to let go of the mountains before?"

When Lao Wu heard this, he blinked and asked, "San Brother, can he be an eye-gouger?"

Eye-going means amazing.

"You can just pull it down." The third brother sneered and said, "There is no red hammer before this, so why did he find ginseng?"

Generally, digging ginseng is in July and August. After the ginseng seeds mature into red, there is a touch of red in the green clusters, which is convenient for searching.

At present, the grass has not yet been opened, and ginseng seedlings, like many wild vegetables, have sprouted from the soil.

Yes, ginseng must also lie dormant. In winter, the old vines withered. The next year, the new buds were erected in spring. As soon as the ginseng buds came out, they were like wild vegetables and weeds, drooping their heads, and the leaves were all converging and gathering together.

To compare it to the metaphor, just like the hand of a patient with sequelae of cerebral thrombosis, it converges and grabs inward.

Such ginseng buds are covered with dead branches and rotten leaves. Where can I find them?

The four words "digging three feet" cannot be applied to this vast mountain.

Lao Wu thought for a while and asked, "That can't be any old man, right?"

"Old man?" After hearing this, the third brother turned around and looked at the white-haired old lady who was plucking her mother-in-law Ding, and smiled and said, "Ask Aunt Xiao, how many old man can bloom in the mountains in these villages now?"

“That’s true.”

The fifth brother just responded to a sentence and heard a sound, which came intermittently with the wind.

"Open...the mountain...the key."
Chapter completed!