Zhao Jun's voice carried down with the wind to the downwind.
In the ditch and pond, Liu Laowu and Jiang Laosan, who were digging for their mother-in-law, were both stunned.
"Third brother, listen!" Liu Laowu couldn't tell which direction the sound was coming from, so he only shouted to Jiang Laosan: "This is a lot of work, and we have built another lampstand!"<
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What Zhao Jun shouted just now, "Step by Step to Climb High," is actually the word "Dengtaizi." It's just like Erjiazishen. When shouting the mountain bombing horn, you can't call "Dengtaizi", you can only shout "Step by Step to Climb High."
Jiang Laosan stopped digging wild vegetables. He stood up, listened and looked around, but for a long time he couldn't tell where the sound came from.
This is normal. Many people who went into the mountains heard the roar of bears in the distance, but could not find the specific location of the bears.
This is called being unable to open a mountain.
Jiang Laosan turned around and was not sure where the person who released the mountain was now, but remembering that the time between the key to the mountain and the climb step by step was less than five minutes, Jiang Laosan said bitterly: "This special
How about playing in the mountains? How about bragging?"
You must know that this is not July or August. At this time, the leaves are closed, the grass is growing, the ginseng seedlings have just sprouted, and there are no red hammers at all. How to find ginseng?
There was Mrs. Xiao who came with Jiang Laosan and Liu Laowu to get wild vegetables. When the old man was alive, she had this ability. But since the old man died, Jiang Laosan really didn’t know that people from these ten miles and eight villages were still capable.
Who has such ability?
"Brother, how did you find all this?" At this time, Zhang Yuanmin didn't care about anything else. He rushed to Zhao Jun and asked.
Zhao Jun had already dug up the soil covering the ginseng and used a small wooden stick to plow the soil wrapped in the ginseng. The ginseng beards were wrapped in the soil. If it is broken and the quality is incomplete, it will not be sold at a high price. After all, whether ginseng is expensive or not depends not on the size, but on the quality. A good ginseng seedling, reeds, whiskers, shape, body, everything should be indispensable.
It stands to reason that at this time, you should use a deer antler spoon and a deer bone hammer, but Zhao Jun didn't have anything to do with those guys, so he just picked up a small wooden stick and started to poke it.
This is not a problem for Zhao Jun. In his previous life, when he was releasing mountains in Lesozavodsk, the Rakshasa Kingdom, he stayed alone in the primeval forest for a month.
It was really survival in the wild. Many times, I had nothing to eat and no clothes to cover my body. The only essential item on my body was US dollars.
Although these dollars cannot be eaten or drunk, they are used to buy lives at a critical moment.
Because there must be local old men in the mountains. When these old men meet the mountaineers from China, they will immediately pick up their guns. If they want to survive, they have to raise their hands and shout: "Knife!"
The knife is gone."
The old man will come over when he hears there are dollars. After taking the dollars, he will take away all the ginseng and daily necessities, but he will let the person live.
But if you don’t have US dollars, you can shoot him in the head with a single shot. Then, loot all the belongings of the dead person.
Especially ginseng.
Although these old men do not have the culture of farming, they know that they can sell the ginseng to the Chinese people if they take it to the city.
Selling money is secondary, the main thing is Chinese liquor, which is the best thing for them.
Zhao Jun survived in that mountain for five years. During those five years, he was always on tenterhooks. It could be said that he kept his head in his belt.
As far as Zhao Jun knew, there were no less than ten people he knew who had never been heard from again after entering the deep mountains and forests.
Therefore, whenever he dug up ginseng, he would wrap it up and hide it, and then take it out one by one when he came out of the mountain.
Under such a difficult environment, Zhao Jun was forced to master the ability to lift ginseng without tools.
At this moment, I saw him using the small wooden stick to push away the corroded soil around the ginseng beard, doing so gently and quickly.
What's even more amazing is that while he was carrying the ginseng, he could still talk to Zhang Yuanmin. He pointed to the east, pointed to the place where two jiazi were found, and said to Zhang Yuanmin: "Those seniors, didn't they dig out a sixth-grade ginseng?"
Ye, that’s where it comes from.”
"You all know this!" Zhang Yuanmin exclaimed, squatted next to Zhao Jun, and said to him: "Brother, I won't dig those two jiazi, I'll wait for you to dig them."
"Okay." Zhao Jun's hands were a little raw, but he still lifted the ginseng very quickly. Seeing that the ginseng reed heads were exposed, he dug deeper and suddenly his hands made a movement.
I saw a small branch sticking out of the ginseng, which is called crossing the sea in the industry.
At this time, the cross-sea point was pointing directly at Zhao Jun. Zhao Jun stood up, walked around to the other side, and looked up towards the hillside.
After watching for a while, Zhao Jun withdrew his gaze again and looked at the place where the two Erjiazi came out.
"Brother, what's wrong?" Zhang Yuanmin stood up and followed Zhao Jun's gaze, looking east and west, but he couldn't see anything except dead branches and rotten leaves all over the hillside.
"Brother." Zhao Jun said to Zhang Yuanmin seriously: "After we go back today, you can't tell others that we just left it here with the mallet."
"Yeah, yeah." Zhang Yuanmin nodded repeatedly and said, "Brother, I will listen to you."
"Well." Zhao Jun looked around, then turned back to Zhang Yuanmin and said, "Brother, this place can produce big things!"
"Ah? Really?" Zhang Yuanmin was surprised and happy when he heard this. Although he didn't give up, he also knew what big goods meant.
"Really." Zhao Jun nodded and said, "At least one seedling with five-grade leaves and one seedling with four-grade leaves can be grown here."
"Five-grade leaves...really!"
"Really." Zhao Jun looked around and frowned: "You can't see the sixth-grade leaves now. I won't know if there are any until I get the fifth-grade leaves."
"Oh, brother, you can see this? How did you see it?" After Zhang Yuanmin finished speaking, he touched around, but what he saw were trees, dead branches, and rotten leaves.
When Zhao Jun heard this, he laughed and said: "Brother, this brother can't teach you, this can only be passed on to my son."
Zhang Yuanmin smiled but didn't take it seriously. He just said: "That's for sure. Brother is just curious to ask."
"Okay, brother, don't be curious." Zhao Jun pointed around and said to Zhang Yuanmin: "Look where you can pick up some moss and pine bark. We can wrap up the mallet later." p>
"Hey, okay." Zhang Yuanmin agreed immediately and said, "This is simple, brother, just take a look at mine."
Zhang Yuanmin left after saying this, while Zhao Jun squatted down and continued to lift the ginseng.
After he took out the lampstand, Zhang Yuanmin, who was waiting aside, came over with moss and pine bark. He first put the pine bark aside and held a piece of moss in his hands.
Zhao Jun put the ginseng on the moss and slightly gathered the ginseng whiskers, just like rolling green onions in pancakes, so that the moss could wrap up the ginseng.
This is to prevent bumping, but also to moisturize and maintain the moisture of the ginseng itself.
Then, the outside is wrapped in pine bark, which is called a ginseng bun. From ancient times to the present, mountain farmers have done this when carrying ginseng.
"Brother." Zhang Yuanmin tied the pine bark roll with a small string and asked Zhao Jun: "Do you need to sell this mallet quickly?"
This ginseng is not as removable as bear bile. After the ginseng is taken out, it is better to get rid of it as soon as possible.
"Yeah." Zhao Jun thought for a while and then said: "Brother, follow me up the mountain tomorrow morning, and I'll find someone."
