"Okay, I won't dig anymore, but Lao Hu, if I find some good ginseng by myself later, don't worry about it so much."
Seeing Hu Hongde's sad face, Ye Tian smiled and patted his shoulder, asking: "Old Hu, where do most of these ginseng grow? Tell me."
Changbai Mountain is so big, it is impossible for Ye Tianzong to release his spiritual consciousness all the time, right? He has not yet reached the level of spiritual refining and return to the void, and he will feel tired if his spiritual consciousness is out of the body for a little longer.
Therefore, Ye Tian wanted to be targeted and only explore places where wild ginseng might survive. Otherwise, he would probably die of exhaustion before finding the ginseng.
"You still want to find ginseng?"
Hu Hongde couldn't help but curse. He also saw that the reason why Ye Tian was so skilled at digging ginseng was entirely due to his strong body control ability, and it had nothing to do with anything else.
However, since Ye Tian asked, Hu Hongde still had to answer. After thinking for a while, he said: "Ginseng has very strict requirements on the growth environment. It likes to grow in cold climates, deep corroded soil, direct sunlight, and rich precipitation.
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As for the specific place, it's hard to say. You see... there may be ginseng on the hillside, and there may be some in the woods. Even in the high mountains, some people have dug up century-old ginseng.
Ancient Tao Hongjing once said in the "Compendium of Materia Medica": Three branches and five leaves, with the back facing the sun and facing the shade, want to come to me, and the linden trees look for each other. These few words can summarize the place where ginseng grows!"
Hu Hongde didn't go to school for a few years, but he learned how to read from his grandfather, an old Chinese medicine doctor.
But when it comes to the knowledge of ginseng and traditional Chinese medicine, if you look at Changbai Mountain, if Hu Hongde claims to be second, no one will dare to boast of being first.
Ye Tian pointed to the section of forest on the flat slope and asked: "Linden trees? Are you talking about those purple lindens?"
"Yes, there is a high chance of finding ginseng under the linden tree."
Hu Hongde nodded. Ginseng harvesting relies on many years of experience in the mountains. It cannot be understood by casual explanation. Otherwise, there would be no hope of finding even a single ginseng seed in Changbai Mountain.
After digging out a ginseng with his own hands, Ye Tian's interest increased greatly. He wished he could find a thousand-year-old ginseng right away. He couldn't wait to urge: "Let's go to the sixth-grade leaf you mentioned. Maybe I can find one."
Where’s the legendary seventh-grade leaf!”
After hearing what Ye Tian said, the corner of Hu Hongde's mouth twitched, but he didn't say much. His father lived in Changbai Mountain, and he had never seen ginseng with seven-grade leaves.
Many ginseng pickers even believe that when ginseng grows to the seventh-grade leaves, it will produce spiritual surnames, which are ginseng dolls in folklore. They can seek good luck and avoid evil, which ordinary people cannot see at all.
Seeing Ye Tian happily walking in front and looking at the ground from time to time, Hu Hongde followed him dumbfounded. The two climbed up another mountain peak along the hillside.
Changbai Mountain alone has dozens of peaks with an altitude of over 2,500 meters. Strictly speaking, Ye Tian and Hu Hongde were still on the edge. It took more than an hour for them to reach the north of the mountain.
Although Ye Tian would release his spiritual consciousness when he saw the linden forest, his good luck seemed to have run out. There was no more ginseng on this mountain peak. It seemed that there really was a spirit hiding from Ye Tian.
But capturing two birds was Hu Hongde's limit. He no longer had time to deal with the two flying dragons that had already flown out of the birch forest.
Just when Hu Hongde felt a little frustrated, the two hazel pheasants that had already been flying about ten meters above the ground suddenly flapped their wings and fell down from the sky.
Hu Hongde's eyesight was very good. He could see that there were two snowflakes falling with the body of the hazel pheasant. Looking back at Ye Tian who was clapping his hands, Hu Hongde's eyes showed a hint of horror.
Hazel pheasants fly extremely fast, especially when they reach a height of more than ten meters. Unless they are shot with a gun, it is generally difficult to catch them. Unexpectedly, Ye Tianzhi rubbed two snow balls with his hands and knocked them down.
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Now Hu Hongde finally believed it. If he and Ye Tian lived in this old forest at the same time, Ye Tian's life would be much better than his.
This made Hu Hongde, who claimed to be the best hunter in Changbai Mountain, very unhappy. He said, "Ye Tian, you boil a pot of water, and I will hunt down a silly roe deer!"
"Sure! These flying dragons really don't have enough to eat!"
Ye Tian nodded. The flying dragon meat was fragrant, but after removing the hair and internal organs, it only weighed two to three hundred grams at most. You could only taste it and you would definitely not be able to get enough of it.
In the winter forest, the mountain was full of dead branches. Ye Tian picked up a bundle and placed it on a gentle slope. Then he used a shovel to clear an open space of more than ten meters and dug a hole in the middle of the open space.
After lighting the dead branches, Ye Tian clamped the pot on top of the bonfire, took a few pieces of frozen snow and threw it into the pot. After more than ten minutes, the snow water melted and slowly emitted heat.
"Life in the mountains is quite interesting, much more fun than Maoshan!"
Ye Tian was still a young man after all. Whether it was digging sticks before or having a picnic now, it was a very new thing for him. This kind of experience was something he had never had before.
While the water was boiling, Ye Tian plucked the four flying dragons and removed their internal organs. After the water boiled, he threw the flying dragons directly into it.
Seeing that Hu Hongde hadn't come back yet, Ye Tian rolled his eyes, took out the wooden box from his backpack, and took out the mallet inside.
"Hey, Lao Hu, what a pity it would be not to eat this good thing?"
With a "click", Ye Tian bit off half of the rhizome of the fourth-grade leaf, and threw the other half with the ginseng whiskers into the Feilong soup pot.
"nice one!"
When half of the ginseng was taken into the mouth, Ye Tian suddenly felt a slightly bitter taste filling his mouth, and at the same time, a stream of hot air flowed down his throat and reached his chest and abdomen.
"This medicine is a hundred times more powerful than dried ginseng!"
Ye Tian did not dare to neglect, and directly crossed his legs on the snow, and began to circulate the heaven. It would be a pity if such pure vitality dissipated in the body.
For Ye Tian, the essence contained in the fifty-year-old wild ginseng was still a little lacking. After a week, he had already absorbed all the essence in half of the stick.
The fatigue from walking through the old forest for a day, as well as the spiritual consciousness that Ye Tian had lost before, were all replenished. After standing up, Ye Tianzhi felt refreshed.
"Ye Tian, you ate that stick? Isn't this... not a prodigal?"
Ye Tian had just stood up, and Hu Hongde, who was rushing back with a roe deer on his shoulders, looked at the empty wooden box on the ground and suddenly wanted to cry without tears.
