Lu Lu held Zhui Feng in one hand and the green dog in the other. When he arrived outside the fence of Jiang Zewei's yard, he saw Jiang Zewei, Wang Demin and the other two uncles sitting together in the yard chatting.
Hearing the sound of horse hooves coming from outside, the four of them looked back.
"Xiao Lu is here!" Wang Demin said hello first.
Jiang Zewei wanted to open the courtyard door, but Wang Demin held him down: "If your legs are not convenient, I will open it!"
Wang Demin walked a few steps and opened the courtyard door. Lu Lu tied Zhui Feng and Qing Gou to the tree outside the courtyard. Then he came in with the bag and greeted with a smile: "Uncle Wang, Uncle Jiang, these two are
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"One is named Zhang Minghai and the other is named Long Yuewang. You can call them uncle. They are both my old friends for many years." Jiang Zewei introduced with a smile.
Lu Lu really didn't know these two people. He had never met them in his previous life. They should have passed away before he entered Zanxiu Shantun. However, when he heard Jiang Zewei say that the two of them were his old friends for many years, Lu Lu realized that they
He has a close relationship with Jiang Zewei.
It is very likely that he was a member of the Shen Gang when Jiang Zewei was the leader.
He called out politely to the two of them: "Uncle Zhang, Uncle Long!"
The two of them also smiled at Lu Lu, and their turbid eyes soon fell on the bag that Lu Lu was carrying.
"I've long heard that there are powerful mountaineers in the village. They have weak legs and feet. They often stay at home and haven't seen anyone. He's a nice guy and very energetic." Long Yuewang looked Lu Lu up and down and said kindly.
Zhang Minghai was also looking at Lu Lu: "I heard from my brother that you went to hunt lynxes. Looking at you like this, did you catch them?"
Lu Lu nodded: "I found it when I went out in the morning. I beat it back...Uncle Jiang, should I put this meat in the house for you?"
"So fast, it's really amazing... When we joined the gang, if there had been such a good person joining the gang, Brother Tianxing wouldn't have been trapped in the mountains."
Jiang Zewei sighed and said, he glanced at Lu Lu and said, "Just give this meat to the kang table in the room and put it on it."
Lu Lu picked up the lynx meat and got into Jiang Zewei's house. He looked around and found that the outside of the house looked shabby, but inside there were a lot of old-looking furniture, all of which were well made and made of good materials.
Nice stuff.
It is not difficult to imagine that Jiang Zewei must have made a lot of money by forming the Shenzhen Gang in the early years, otherwise he would not have been able to buy such good furniture.
However, Lu Lu just glanced at it casually, put the relics and the bag on the kang table, and walked out.
Several uncles smoked, and the pipes and pots held in their mouths were like long-term goals.
Especially Long Yaowu, the big cigarette pot in his hand was very domineering. The thick and long cigarette rod was at least 1.2 meters long and covered with knots. He didn't know how many years of use the whole cigarette rod was rubbed and turned red.
With such a long cigarette bag, I am afraid that after loading the cigarettes, I will have to rely on someone else to help light it.
It was obvious that not many of his teeth were missing, but he didn't know how he could hold such a heavy tobacco pot.
In the yard, a few stones set up a stove with an iron pot on top. At this time, the soup in the pot was boiling, and the firewood burned a lot of charcoal residue. It seemed that it had been cooking for a long time.
There is obviously a stove in the house, but the stove is set up in the courtyard...
Lu Lu felt a little weird.
He went to the pot and poked it with his chopsticks. He found that the meat was not quite movable, so he walked over to a few old men and listened to their chatter.
"...At that time, there were not many old foreign cannons. It was our first time to travel so far to Changbai Mountain, and we had never encountered such a situation. Don't let it go!"
Zhang Minghai sighed, stretched out his hand and patted Jiang Zewei: "When we arrived at Changbai Mountain, we made it very clear. The dense forests in the mountains block the sun all day long, and tigers and wolves are infested. Sticks are hard to find, and there are many dangers. If you are not careful, you will lose your life."
.Even the founder of the Shen Gang was buried in that mountain.
Since you want to make a lot of money, you should know how powerful it is. If you can't come out alive, you can only say that Tianxing doesn't have that kind of fate."
The founder of the ginseng gang was from Shandong. He was an old leader named Sun Mingliang. He had rich experience in picking ginseng and was very loyal. He had led many skillful ginseng pickers. However, he eventually died in Changbai Mountain.
Legend has it that the old man became a god after his death. He often manifested himself as an old man with a white beard, extradited people who were lost in the mountains, and guided them to find precious ginseng and get out of trouble. He was also regarded as the patron saint of the ginseng gang.
The mountain gods must be worshiped by the Sen gang when entering the mountains to pray for protection and guidance in the mountains and a good harvest.
Lu Lu naturally knew this legend.
Zhang Minghai bluntly said that the founder was killed in Changbai Mountain, but he didn't take it seriously.
However, after hearing what they said about seeking ginseng, Lu Lu immediately became interested: "Sir, what are you talking about?" He asked knowingly.
"I'm talking about the last time you, Uncle Jiang, formed a ginseng gang when you were young, and went to Changbai Mountain to search for ginseng. At that time, there was a man named Li Tianxing in your ginseng gang who went into the mountains and failed to come out. Your uncle Zhang and
Uncle Long was also a member of their gang, and they all got along well with each other. They were sworn brothers, Jinlan, and another one who disappeared when he invaded the Northeast in his childhood. There were five of them in total..."
Wang Demin gave Lu Lu a brief word.
This was the first time Lu Lu had heard about this matter. When he met Jiang Zewei in his previous life, he was the only one left in the gang.
Where there are people, there are rivers and lakes, and where there are rivers and lakes, there are gangs.
In this vast wilderness, there is a profession called mountain herders. They travel through high mountains and dense forests in search of precious wild ginseng.
The team formed by this group of people is called the Shen Gang. It is said that the members are proficient in identifying herbal medicines and are good at surviving in the wilderness.
It feels very mysterious.
In fact, Lu Lu had come into contact with many ginseng seekers in his previous life as a mountain trader. From his understanding, the ginseng gang was more of a group of farmer brothers who went to the mountains to look for ginseng as a sideline business during the off-farm season.
Those who can truly be called ginseng gangs are those who have professional ginseng hunting teams. They know the identification of ginseng, preservation methods, collection methods, and even planting methods. They also affect the price of ginseng to a certain extent. Some of the more powerful ones
team.
However, no matter what, in the eyes of the world, Shenbang is still classified as a mountain villager by most people.
Those who entered Guandong in the early years were, to put it bluntly, victims of disasters and entered the wilderness. Although the land in the wilderness is fertile, this land is not yours!
In order to seek a livelihood, many people took desperate risks. As a result, two major schools of choice emerged among these disaster victims.
Some people mine for some brave businessmen, mainly gold mines, in exchange for a meager income.
The brave ones will be overpowered and the timid ones will be starved to death. These gold miners will try their best to steal gold nuggets from the mining area. Although it will be miserable if they are caught, they will get away with it if they get away with it.
Another way is to join the ginseng gang and become a ginseng picker.
This industry is no slower than gold mining, and even has a tendency to surpass the gold mining industry.
More and more people are pouring into the wilderness, and the personnel are becoming more and more complex, so there are also rivers and lakes.
The ginseng pickers gradually gathered together to keep warm, and gradually formed different groups of different sizes, and finally developed into gangs. The core figures in the gangs controlled many ginseng pickers.
Times have changed, although these days, there are not many rumors about the Shenbang. Most of them are a small team that invites a few people to go into the mountains to look after each other and look for wild ginseng. But in fact, the Shenbang has always been there, but has changed its identity.
That’s all.
The Shen Gang formed by Jiang Zewei is just such a small team. However, they have some more professional heritage and are not like ordinary small teams that just go into the mountains to hit their luck.
With precious inheritance, you are much better than ordinary people.
Although wild ginseng has been harvested for so many years and has become extremely rare, once you find it, you can make a lot of money.
Wild ginseng is not only found in the Changbai Mountains, but also in the Xiaoxinganling Mountains and the Far East region over Lao Maozi.
It is a great source of vitality. Not to mention now, even in a few decades when it is cultivated everywhere, if you find a real wild ginseng with good quality, it will be a lot of money.
That's how valuable these experiences are.
When Lu Lu asked about this matter, Jiang Zewei sighed: "It's still my fault. I insist on going my own way. Not to mention Mada Mountain, I don't have the ability to deal with wild animals..."
Mada Mountain, I became confused in the mountains or lost my way in the mountains due to some external factors.
With deep regret, Mr. Jiang talked about their experience of going into the depths of Changbai Mountain to search for ginseng.
They lived in the Xing'an Mountains and trekked all the way to Changbai Mountain, which they visited once a year after the Shen Gang was formed. After arriving at the field and making some preparations, they hurriedly entered the mountains.
Thinking that very little ginseng was harvested on the outer edge of the mountains, I relied on my experience and went straight into the mountains.
Along the way, Li Tianxing looked at the trees and marked them.
After walking for two consecutive days, they selected a place in the mountains where, based on experience, there was a high probability of picking ginseng, they set up a shack and settled there, and decided to start a blanket search the next day.
The next day, Jiang Zewei and five other people paid homage to the ancestor and set off.
Each person was separated by a few feet, and the five of them carried ropes and sticks to search all the way. It only took half a day to hear Long Yuewang calling for the mountain.
In the eyes of others, the pickling stick is just an ordinary wooden stick, but in the hands of ginseng pickers, it is a complete treasure.
When ginseng pickers travel through deep mountains and old forests, they inevitably have to walk on rugged mountain roads. The rope stick can be said to be the third leg of the ginseng pickers.
It can make mountain climbing easier. At the same time, the rope pull stick can also be used to pull weeds to effectively open up roads to find mountain ginseng, scare away poisonous insects and wild beasts in the trough, prevent yourself from being injured, and can even be used as a warning when being attacked by wild animals.
Weapons of self-defense.
Calling mountains means discovering wild ginseng.
Everyone was overjoyed and gathered around him.
Jiang Zewei took a look and saw that the sixth-grade leaf was a big deal.
Several people were overjoyed and surrounded the big mallet, extremely excited.
Without further discussion, Jiang Zewei immediately thrust the rope stick into the ground and prepared to dig.
Who knows, as soon as I took out the quick rope made of red wool twisted into two ends and tied with big copper coins, the rope stick inserted on the side suddenly fell over.
In the eyes of the people in the ginseng gang, if the rope stick falls down, it is a sign of the mountain god's anger. If you continue to forcefully collect ginseng, you will be severely punished.
For a moment, several people sighed and fell into a dilemma.
The final result of the discussion was that Jiang Zewei made the decision - mining. Everyone in their prime of life immediately agreed.
I just risk my life to make money, so I don’t believe in this evil.
Who would have thought that after digging out the wild ginseng, several people were preparing to go back to the shack when it got late, but suddenly they found that they couldn't find the shack.
Madashan is here!
Like headless flies, several people are looking for it everywhere.
After searching for it, they suddenly heard a roar in the distance, and several people were startled.
The sound was frightening. When they heard it, everyone knew it was Xiong Xiazi. Moreover, the sound seemed to be approaching quickly, and several people panicked at that moment.
With the rope stick in his hand and the quick ax he used, he obviously couldn't deal with the blind man.
When I went into the mountains, I also brought an old foreign cannon with me, which was carried by Li Tianxing.
Li Tianxing was so loyal that he immediately told a few people to evacuate quickly. He stayed to break up the rear. Because he had experience in hunting bears, they all chose to listen to him. They had not run far when they heard the sound of gunshots.
However, after waiting for a long time, Li Tianxing did not come back.
Their hearts suddenly went cold and they all had a bad premonition.
But they are brothers, so we can't ignore them.
Thanks to book friend Lao Han for the honest nonsense reward!