There is an old saying: cramming for the moment.
The same is true for Zhao Youcai.
I think back then, he was one of the four men who surrounded tigers in Yong'an Forest Farm. Over the years, Zhao Youcai has been deeply regretful that he failed to kill the tiger.
Even in the spring of this year, when Zhao Jun returned from catching tigers, Zhao Youcai didn't take the mountain god too seriously.
But today, the Zhao family and his son went into the mountains to plant ginseng together. In order to make money with the big goods, Zhao Youcai did anything.
But it’s not over yet.
If there are other jobs, such as wood gangs or charcoal-burning people, it will be over if they just worship the mountain god.
But the Shen Gang not only has to worship the mountain god, but also the boss.
The legendary leader, named Sun Liang, is the founder of the Fangshan people. It can be said that the tricks of the Shen Gang are basically passed down from him.
Therefore, after apologizing to the mountain god for Zhao Jun, Zhao Youcai kowtowed three more times to the old man and said loudly: "Old master, please pray that our visit today will not be in vain. The antlers of the antler spoon will be thrown into the ground, spoon, spoon."
They’re all big stuff!”
Hearing Zhao Youcai's shouting, Zhao Jun over there couldn't bear it any longer. He turned his back and laughed twice.
At this time, Zhao Youcai kowtowed again. When he raised his head and stood up, he knelt and raised his hands, with the palms of his hands pointing towards the old man's house, and said loudly: "Master Mountain God! The old boss! The door is open..."
Zhao Youcai's loud voice echoed in the mountains, and Zhao Jun, not far away, looked at his father with a smile on his face.
Suddenly, Zhao Youcai stopped, turned his head suddenly, and looked at Zhao Jun with an evil look.
Zhao Jun was startled and hurriedly stopped his smile, but when he saw Zhao Youcai getting up from the ground, he ran towards him aggressively.
Zhao Jun was stunned and looked at Zhao Youcai with a frown, wondering why this man was so angry?
Zhao Youcai came in front of Zhao Jun, raised his leg and kicked Zhao Jun's butt. With this kick, he hit Zhao Jun's butt with the upper part of his shoe. It didn't hurt, but the kick made Zhao Jun jump forward. p>
"What are you doing?" Zhao Jun was also anxious, so I just smiled and said you wouldn't move your feet.
Zhao Youcai was also angry. He glared at Zhao Jun and shouted in a low voice: "Are you so dumb?"
"Ah?" Zhao Jun suddenly fell into confusion, but Zhao Youcai said: "I call you Shan, but you won't agree?"
"Ah!" Zhao Jun suddenly realized, but said: "Dad, you didn't tell me that I had to answer you?"
"Then you don't understand?" Zhao Youcai said angrily: "You are stupid, just go to that pestle, what's the use of me bringing you here?"
Zhao Jun: "..."
Zhao Jun really wanted to ask Zhao Youcai, who brought whom among us? What's the use of returning it to me? If I don't come, how can you hold the mallet?
But Wang Meilan was not around, and Zhao Jun felt that he would easily suffer if he used his words to gain advantage, so he endured it.
Seeing that Zhao Jun was silent, Zhao Youcai gave him a hard look and said to Zhao Jun: "Be smart!"
After saying that, Zhao Youcai walked to the old man's house and the sacrifices, knelt down on the ground, kowtowed three times, then raised his hands and shouted: "Master Mountain God! Boss! Open the door..."
When Zhao Youcai finished speaking, Zhao Jun shouted in response: "The door is open!"
Zhao Youcai raised his hands and shouted again: "Open the door!"
Zhao Jun responded again: "The door is open!"
Zhao Youcai also shouted: "Open the door!"
Zhao Jun had no choice but to respond again: "The door is open!"
After three calls and three responses, Zhao Youcai stood up directly, clasped his hands together, bowed three times to the old man's house, and then waved his hand at Zhao Jun: "Let's go! Let's go in!"
Zhao Jun twitched his lips and followed Zhao Youcai over the mountains and hills and started on his way. The two of them walked for about two hours and finally arrived at Laotunzi again.
As soon as he arrived here, Zhao Youcai looked at the hillside covered with dead leaves and yellow grass, and couldn't help but step aside and move Zhao Jun to the front.
Zhao Jun rolled his eyes at Zhao Youcai, took off his Type 56 semi-automatic rifle, and handed it to Zhao Youcai.
Immediately afterwards, when Zhao Jun picked up his bag, Zhao Youcai stretched out his hand to take it with great discernment.
With Zhao Youcai holding the bag, Zhao Jun pulled out the antler key wrapped in red cloth from his trouser pocket, opened the cloth bag, and took the antler key in his hand.
"Dad." Zhao Jun said to Zhao Youcai: "Go and pick up some moss and pine bark. When you're done, find a place to sleep."
"I'm not sleepy." At this time, Zhao Youcai regained his kindness and kindness. He smiled at Zhao Jun and said, "Son, you should be busy first."
After saying that, Zhao Youcai ran to the big tree where he had dozed off yesterday. After putting down his things, he rushed to the mountain stream to pick up the moss.
After Zhao Youcai left, Zhao Jun stood there and observed the hillside. But today he was not looking at the so-called aura or spiritual light. Instead, after thinking twice, he went to the second pit dug yesterday.
This place is five or six meters away from the place where the seedling ginseng was unearthed yesterday. Zhao Jun calculated it based on his experience and based on the direction that the ginseng crosses the sea. But there is no trace of ginseng here. Zhao Jun followed the direction across the sea.
The finger continued to move nearly two meters away, and he reached out to stir in the grass. Suddenly, his hand stopped and he pinched a piece of grass with his thumb and index finger.
"Sure enough!" Zhao Jun's heart trembled. Yesterday, he deduced the direction based on the fifth-grade leaves and the sixth-grade leaves. But in fact, the seedling stick had already exceeded the sixth-grade leaves.
Of course, when the ginseng grows to the sixth level, the leaves will reach their top, and they will be reborn in the spring next year, turning into two-year-old ginseng.
Zhao Jun swept his other hand around, pulling out the surrounding weeds, and then used the antler spoon to break the ground.
When the reed head of ginseng appeared in front of Zhao Jun's eyes, Zhao Jun knew that this ginseng seedling was far less big than yesterday's seedling, but as he dug deeper, he was even more surprised.
Because the shape and body of this ginseng are so good, it can be said that even people who don’t know anything about ginseng will say good things about the appearance of this ginseng.
In this way, the price of this ginseng seedling will definitely not be low.
Zhao Jun became more and more careful. At this time, he was kneeling on the ground, and his upper body was almost lying down. He concentrated on using the antler spoon to dig up the soil, and sometimes brought out a complete ginseng beard.
I don't know when, Zhao Youcai appeared behind Zhao Jun. Looking at his son's movements and posture, he couldn't help but hold his breath, not even daring to take a breath.
Suddenly, Zhao Jun's hand stopped. He pressed his head down and gently picked up a ginseng whisker with a stag antler spoon.
The head of this ginseng beard can be seen, but as it extends along the beard, the other end is not on the ginseng seedling that Zhao Jun is taking.
Seeing that Zhao Jun's hands stopped moving, Zhao Youcai hurriedly came to Zhao Jun's side, squatted and asked Zhao Jun: "Son, what's wrong?"
Zhao Jun didn't even look back, he just said: "Stop talking!"
As soon as Zhao Jun said this, Zhao Youcai immediately shut up and quietly took two steps back.
Zhao Jun took a deep breath. He knew that this ginseng root was either dug out by himself or came from another ginseng seedling.
I was careless just now, but I didn't expect that there were two ginseng seedlings hidden in this piece of yellow grass.
Zhao Jun continued to work, but in the next work, Zhao Jun was more cautious.
These days, men's hands are not even close to being delicate. Zhao Jun's big hands used a deer antler spoon with his right hand, and he used his index finger with his left hand to move the ginseng roots completely out of the soil.
Zhao Jun dug this seedling of ginseng for a full hour. When the ginseng was picked up by Zhao Jun's hands, Zhao Youcai had already held the moss in front of Zhao Jun.
After Zhao Jun first placed the ginseng whiskers on the moss, then the ginseng body and reed heads, and after the ginseng completely lay on the moss, Zhao Jun said to Zhao Youcai: "Dad, don't move yet."
"Hey!" Zhao Youcai agreed happily.
Zhao Jun warned again: "Don't move, it will be over if you move!"
"Don't worry, son!" At this time, Zhao Youcai looked at Zhao Jun with eyes full of light again.
Just now, Zhao Youcai picked up several pieces of moss and put them aside. Zhao Jun took another piece of moss and carefully covered it on the ginseng.
This was not enough, Zhao Jun then covered it with another piece of moss, and then the two men turned the moss sandwiched with ginseng over and added another piece of moss to the other side.
At this time, Zhao Jun carefully rolled it up, rolled the four pieces of moss and ginseng into a tube, then picked up the only piece of moss next to it and rolled it out of the tube.
"Dad." Zhao Jun smiled at Zhao Youcai: "You still have to pick up a few more moss."
"Hey, hey!" Zhao Youcai had a very good attitude. He nodded to Zhao Jun with a smile and said, "Dad, I'll go right now."
With that said, Zhao Youcai stood up, and as soon as he took a step forward, he came back and asked Zhao Jun: "Son, is this mallet valuable?"
Zhao Jun laughed when he heard this and said, "Dad, you know your stuff."
"What does your dad know?" Zhao Youcai said with a smile: "I saw that you were wrapped in layers. You didn't do that with the big product yesterday?"
When Zhao Jun heard this, he looked around and said to Zhao Youcai: "Dad, we are really good at it. This old village is full of good stuff!"
As he said that, Zhao Jun looked at the moss tube in his hand, and then said: "Just this mallet, this kind of appearance is so rare."
This is true. In his last life in the mountains of the Far East, Zhao Jun had too many ginseng, and he harvested even more ginseng.
But among so many ginsengs, very few can compare with this seedling in terms of quality.
Zhao Jun's words made Zhao Youcai feel happy. He suddenly thought of a question and asked Zhao Jun again: "How much does it cost?"
Zhao Jun blinked, shook his head and said: "I can't say for sure, I have to go down the mountain and ask."
Upon hearing this, Zhao Youcai knew that it was definitely not cheap. At this time, Zhao Jun put the moss tube on the pine bark and casually praised: "This mallet is really good. I can't even try to get it in this condition."
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"Fight?" Zhao Youcai squatted down again, got in front of Zhao Jun, and asked, "Son, can this thing still be fought?"
"Yeah!" Zhao Jun said with a smile: "But after all the fighting, someone has to ask for it. If you take it to a store or drugstore, it will be easily beaten to death. Unless you encounter a second-hand man, he can't help but take it away."
"Ah!" Zhao Youcai's eyes lit up, and he didn't know what he was thinking. But he immediately stood up and said to Zhao Jun: "Son, please rest for a while, dad will go pick up the moss."
"Why are you resting?" Zhao Jun pointed to the pit with a smile and said, "There is still a seedling here."
"What else?" When Zhao Youcai heard this, he looked at Zhao Jun with surprise and asked, "Master Mountain God, has your old head appeared?"
After saying that, Zhao Youcai jumped to the pit, almost knelt down, and then kowtowed!