"You want to talk about the six-grade leaf stick tree, right?"
Seeing Lu Lu coming down, Zhang Shaofeng immediately said with a smile: "The hammer lifted from this stone cliff alone can carry the harvest of more than half a month of running to Zhang Guangcai Ridge. I know you are reluctant to sell it, so if you want to keep it, just keep it."
Just go ahead, I don’t have any objection anyway.”
"There are also these worthless second-grade and third-grade leaves. Take them back and plant them. I see that your ginseng garden under the forest is still half empty!" Liang Kangbo also said.
Zhao Yongke and Lei Meng had nothing to say, they just nodded slightly.
When they saw Lu Lu coming down, they had already guessed what Lu Lu wanted to say.
"Okay, I won't be pretentious with you. The situation has also been told to you. Now that there are more and more ginseng gangs carrying sticks, there will only be fewer and fewer top-quality products like this in the future. I always feel that selling now is really uneconomical.
I'm going to take it back and plant it." Lu Lu said bluntly.
"Plant it? Didn't you take it back and seal it in a jar?"
Zhang Shaofeng asked in surprise: "Take it back and plant it. It's okay if it survives. What if it fails..."
"It shouldn't be a problem. It will be a bit laborious to take it back with the original soil and transplant it, but it can minimize the impact. The storage time after drying is also limited. Instead of drying and sealing it, it is better to transplant it back and let it
Keep growing.”
Lu Lu believes that this is the best way to combine preservation and value-adding. As long as it survives, the weight can continue to increase.
"Anyway, I don't understand this. In my opinion, these things are most practical only if they are sold. If you put them in your own hands, whether they are sealed or transplanted, you are afraid of damaging them." Zhang Shaofeng smiled.
"Just try it, just in case it works!"
Collecting sticks is also a good way to accumulate wealth. In later generations, those pure wild ginsengs aged 20 or 30 years can be sold at high prices, not to mention the wild ginseng with fifth-grade leaves and sixth-grade leaves now.
Even if you put out some seedlings on your hillside, you can sell them for a lot of money.
Lu Lu was originally in the mountain goods business, and he knew this very well.
By around 2010, only about ten kilograms of pure wild ginseng was lifted out of the mountains every year. It was still fresh, and the dried product was less than two kilograms. The national reserves were only a few dozen kilograms.
As the saying goes, “Gold is valuable, but ginseng is priceless,” you can imagine how scarce resources are.
"These fifth-grade leaves are reserved for sale, but this time there are also a lot of fourth-grade leaves. Brothers, each of them will take two back. Each of us has deer antlers at home. The tiger bones we got back last year should also be soaked.
"Liang Kangbo then made another suggestion.
When he said this, several people suddenly remembered the tiger bones they kept at home and laughed.
“Let’s take a good look at the year when we get back!”
Lei Meng looked at Lu Lu and pointed at the last remaining sixth-grade leaf stick on top: "How are you going to get it?"
Lu Lu laughed loudly: "I just came down to ask for your help. The stone with the stick on it is strange. It looks like a clay basin. The stick grows inside. I shook the stone and it is not connected with the cliff.
It can be moved down in one piece. It weighs about seventy or eighty kilograms... The fourth brother came up with me and helped me put the stone down in one piece."
"That's quite convenient!"
Lu Lu and Zhang Shaofeng carefully climbed up the stone cliff, shook it a few times, and moved out some of the jagged stone that was sunken in the middle.
Qian Chuan Zi will soon enter the hibernation season. The leaves of Bang Chui have already begun to turn yellow and fall off, and the stems have begun to shrivel, so Lu Lu cut them off directly.
After making sure that the roots were not exposed, Lu Lu tied it with a rope and worked together with Zhang Shaofeng to carefully lower it down the cliff. Lei Meng and Liang Kangbo caught it and gently lifted it to the ground.
After some discussion, they simply peeled off some birch bark, packed the buns together with the stones, tied them with ropes, packed up the other buns and the tents they had brought, and asked Zhui Feng to carry them, and then Lu
Lu took the lead and continued to search for Lao Zhao's location in the mountains.
After getting off to a good start, after entering the territory of Tonghe, the luck of several people seemed to have run out. After four days of searching, they found six or seven Lao Zhao's locations, all of which had been visited by others.
, the rest are just little things like slaps and three flowers.
It wasn't until the fifth day that I finally found a harvest around an old sign, and my luck improved a little. I found three more fifth-grade leaves, and eight fourth-grade leaves. The largest numbers were Erjiazi and Dengtaizi.
This luck lasted for three days, but there were no more signs of trouble later.
Probably because it was close to Tonghe County, when Lu Lu stood on the top of the mountain and looked at the mountain scenery, he saw that the number of ginseng gangs began to increase again. The old signs he found were all visited by others first, and there were no more.
Harvest.
When several people returned to the tent in the evening and sat around the fire cooking, Lu Lu estimated the time and found that it had been more than ten days since they left.
Although I didn't get much for a few days, in just over ten days, I specifically searched for those secretive old signs and sticks. After these days, I had already gained more than the previous month of going to Zhangguangcailing.
Of course, this is also because of the great luck of finding that "Ginseng Wall". The harvest there alone accounts for most of the harvest, and no one has been to that place for who knows how many years.
But Lu Lu also discovered that except for the shade, there were almost no other conditions there. According to the ordinary way of looking for the mountain scenery and vegetation with a stick, almost no one would think of going to such a place.
Of course, we have to thank the dense weeds and vines on the stone wall for covering everything up so well.
Lu Lu felt that the man who appeared crazy might even have been seen by chance while passing by.
He can only say that whose hand the thing gets depends on whose luck is greater.
"Tomorrow we will finally go to the old sign in Beiyangshugouzi to have a look. If not, we will go back. We should be satisfied with these many gains!"
None of them had any objections. When they entered the mountain, everything was dominated by Lu Lu.
In fact, they also learned some methods of finding sticks from Lu Lu, but when it came to actual operation, the result was just luck, and from beginning to end, they encountered almost nothing.
Many times, when following Lu Lu on a trek through the mountains, the sticks always seemed to be hiding from them. Even if they searched hard and carefully, most of the time, Lu Lu would still find them first.
The brothers can only say that Lu Lu is luckier than them, and they just want to follow with peace of mind and get a piece of the pie.
In fact, in their hearts, they felt that as long as they followed Lu Lu to carry the stick, it didn't matter whether Lu Lu took more or less. They also knew in their hearts that Lu Lu never treated them badly.
Like that gold mine, without Lu Lu's leadership, they would never have been able to bring back so much gold from such a place, and there were also sticks, without Lu Lu's leadership, they wouldn't even have had the chance to see the many sticks.
Just because of that stone cliff, the few of them never thought of following the traces left by that person. Even when they were looking for them, they always felt that there was no chance, but there happened to be them, and there were so many of them all at once.
The next day, Lu Lu headed to Beiyangshugouzi. As expected, in the mountain col where Lao Zhao was, before a few people arrived, they heard the sound of someone pulling a mountain to scare away wild beasts.
"It seems there is no chance, let's go back!"
Lu Lu lost interest in going there directly.
After all this hard work, I have searched for all the old signs in the large mountains at the junction of Daqingshan County and Tonghe County, and I will not come back for a long time.
Lu Lu thought, with the craziness of these people going into the mountains to carry sticks now, the Red Hammer Market next year should be carefully controlled.
In the past three years, I have searched for all these old signs, and I guess I can accumulate a lot of top-notch clubs.
He began to think that in a few years, when the Ginseng King Selection Conference would be held, it would be time to accumulate these top-notch mallets and shake up the mallet world.
When the time comes, I will win the Grand Prize of the Ginseng King in a year and auction it off with sticks. It will be like playing. Will my life be uncomfortable?
Just thinking about it makes me feel happy.
When we went back, we did not continue to climb over the mountains, but directly took the main road of the forest farm to return. Even so, at the end of the day, we met two more gang members, more than ten people in total.
Fortunately, when they met each other, they all staggered away and passed with a slight nod.
Until night, a few people camped on the side of the road, gathering around the fire to roast the greyhound meat that they caught along the way. While they were working hard on the branches to dig out pine nuts, there was a middle-aged man leading a seventeen-year-old man.
The young man who was 6 years old came closer.
Yuan Bao had warned him a long time ago. He saw two people coming carrying baskets on their backs and carrying rope sticks. Seeing that they didn't have any handy, they each put their semi-automatics aside.
The two people passed by the roadside and looked at Lu Lu and others from a distance. They seemed more wary, probably because they saw semi-automatic machines in the hands of Lu Lu and others.
After walking for a while, they suddenly stopped again. The two murmured for a while. The middle-aged man turned back and looked at Lu Lu and others three or four meters apart: "Gentlemen, please tell me, have you seen a thin man?"
A tall, thin young man with glasses passing by?"
"I didn't see it. We just settled here not long ago." Lu Lu replied casually. He really didn't see such a person all the way here.
The middle-aged man looked up at the already dark sky, standing there anxiously, as if he had made some kind of decision, and then he said to a few people: "Gentlemen, in this wilderness, there is no way to reach the village.
I have no choice but to stop going to the store. I see that these gentlemen are kind-hearted, leading dogs and riding horses, and they all carry guns. They should be good hunters, so I would like to ask these gentlemen to help me."
"Help? What are you doing?"
Lu Lu looked at the middle-aged man: "Everyone will have difficulties when they are away from home. Just talk about it and I will help those who can."
Hearing this, the middle-aged man's expression became happy, and the young man who followed him quickly came closer.
"It's like this. The one I just mentioned is my son. I don't know if he is Madashan or something else. He said he was not feeling well this morning, so he was left to rest in the stove. He was gone when he went back in the evening.
There is no figure... I suspect he has gone to the Stinky Pine Valley. There are a lot of wild boars there... Can you please help me look for him? That place is not far from here!" the middle-aged man begged.
"If he doesn't stay together when he goes into the mountains, why would he go there alone?"
There was a problem in these words, Zhang Shaofeng couldn't help but frown and asked.
The middle-aged man hesitated for a moment, but still said: "To be honest with you gentlemen, we found a seedling of skeleton ginseng in the mountains of Shiosonggou!"
"What the hell?"
When several people heard this strange name, they couldn't help but look at the middle-aged man.
If you still want to understand tiger ginseng and dragon ginseng, why are you still talking about skull ginseng?
The name is quite sinister, and I have never heard Jiang Zewei say this.
"When we found the stick-stick seedling and were about to lift it, we saw a human skull buried underneath... The elders said that this is an evil thing. Every skeleton ginseng tree is the reincarnation of the deceased. If the person carrying the stick-stick was...
If you accidentally break the ginseng tendon, you will be in bad luck and will not be able to lift it.
When I realized that this was the case, I didn't dare to move and filled the soil back in again. But my eldest son said that I was superstitious and didn't dare to take a big mallet when I saw it. I insisted on carrying it, but I forcibly took it away.
I guess he just couldn't let go of the mallet and ran back..."
The middle-aged man was extremely anxious, and he repeatedly raised his hands to several people: "Please, help me..."