According to legend among the mountain people, this jackal is the patron saint of those who free themselves from the mountains.
Once upon a time, there was a young man who came from Guandong. He went into the mountains alone to find a stick. He didn't know anything. He found a place to sleep alone at night.
As a result, he saw something like a wolf guarding him in the middle of the night.
The young man was so frightened that he drove the thing away, but the thing turned around and came back, not far from the young man, and just sat there and looked at him.
Later, when the young man went down the mountain and told people about it, he realized that the thing was a jackal.
With it guarding him, no other animals dared to come near, so the young man could go down the mountain safely.
Xu Shiyan didn't know whether the legend was true or not. Anyway, he would not provoke the jackals. Seeing that there was nothing unusual around him, he went back to sleep in the shack.
I don’t know if it was a psychological effect or if the jackal’s peeing was helpful. Anyway, in the middle of the night, I didn’t hear the wolf howling anymore, and everyone slept peacefully.
After getting up early and having dinner, five people stood in a row and shouted "Huangshan" in unison.
Then, Xu Shiyan was the head stick, Huang Shengli was the side stick, and the other three were the waist stick.
Five people held ropes and sticks in their hands, lined up horizontally, and pressed down the mountain in the direction pointed by Xu Shiyan.
Pressing mountains is a boring job. You can't talk and have to keep your eyes on the grass on the ground.
All orders are conveyed through the rope stick in the head stick's hand.
Everyone came out in the morning and went until after ten o'clock, but nothing was gained.
Xu Shiyan knocked on the tree twice with a rope stick, and everyone stopped to smoke and take a rest.
Zhou Qingguo's background was as a soldier, so it was not a big deal for him to go this far. He just found a dry place to sit down, took out cigarettes and distributed them to everyone.
"Third uncle, would you like one?"
Zhou Qingguo knew that Xu Shiyan did not smoke on weekdays, but when he went into the mountains, there were many mosquitoes, so he smoked a cigarette to slowly relieve his fatigue and drive away the mosquitoes along the way.
Xu Shiyan took the cigarette, and Zhou Qingguo took out a match and lit it for Xu Shiyan.
"Third Uncle, the mountain is so big, how can we find Bang Chui with just five of us?"
Zhou Qingguo was a novice. It was his first time in the mountains. He didn't understand anything, so he asked casually.
Xu Shiyan took a puff of cigarette and was about to say something to Zhou Qingguo when he suddenly saw where Zhou Qingguo was sitting just now.
Suddenly he didn't know whether to laugh or cry, and hurriedly grabbed Zhou Qingguo who was about to sit down.
"Bangchui." Xu Shiyan looked at the piece of grass that was crushed by Zhou Qingguo and shouted.
Everyone was stunned and did not react. They thought Xu Shiyan was scolding Zhou Qingguo.
Huang Shengli was still quick-thinking and followed Xu Shiyan's gaze, then hurriedly picked up the mountain.
"What kind of product?" This is the same as asking how many kinds of leaves there are.
"The key to the mountain." It's Erjiazi.
Because Erjiazi has only two branches, like a key.
When a person goes into the mountains, if he meets Erjiazi first, he is likely to meet a big deal next. Therefore, Erjiazi is called the key to the mountain.
"Brother Xu, where is he? Why didn't we see him?"
Sun Xiaofeng and Feng Chao both came over and looked around, but they didn't even see him.
Xu Shiyan inserted the rope stick into the ground, straightened the crushed mallet seedlings with his hands, found two more small sticks, and wrapped the mallet lock around the mallet seedlings.
Now, everyone saw it. This ginseng plant was not too big. There were only two or three ginseng seeds on it, so it was not conspicuous at all.
Zhou Qingguo didn't pay attention just now and just sat down on his butt. If he hadn't brought out a cigarette for Xu Shiyan, Xu Shiyan wouldn't have noticed it.
Everyone came to their senses at this moment and started laughing. I didn’t know who started.
"Qingguo, Qingguo, you really are there. People say that children in the first year of life are very lucky, but you are really like this. You are like a stick sitting on your butt.
Fortunately, you are still asking the boss where to find a stick, and you have one sitting under your butt."
How could Zhou Qingguo have imagined that such a thing would happen? He stretched out his hand and scratched his head, laughing there with an embarrassed look on his face.
He really didn't see it, so he just found a place to sit down. How could he expect that he would sit down so accurately?
"Thankfully I have good eyesight, otherwise we would have missed it." Zhou Qingguo could only say this.
"Come on, don't brag there.
Shengli, you carry this ginseng tree. Xiaofeng, you go to the whole fire and help smoke out the mosquitoes, while I wander around."
Xu Shiyan felt that there should be ginseng around here, so he had to look around again.
In this way, Huang Shengli, Sun Xiaofeng, and Feng Chao stayed to carry the ginseng, while Xu Shiyan and Zhou Qingguo walked around nearby.
While walking, Zhou Qingguo suddenly saw something. He didn't dare to talk nonsense, so he knocked on the trunk of the tree with a rope stick.
When Xu Shiyan heard this, he leaned over to Zhou Qingguo and asked, "What's wrong?"
"Uncle Third, do you think that is the old omen you mentioned?" Zhou Qingguo pointed to an old pine tree not far ahead.
I saw a piece of tree bark that was cut off at a height of one person from the ground, and something was carved on the exposed wood.
Xu Shiyan took a look and realized that it was an old sign. He hurriedly led Zhou Qingguo to the front.
Upon closer inspection, the words engraved on it were garbled, which was not an ordinary sign.
After all, Zhou Qingguo grew up in a forest area and knew a little bit about these things, but he couldn't understand the omen in front of him.
"Uncle Third, what is this? Why can't I understand it?"
Generally speaking, the number of people is engraved on the left side, and the number of people is engraved with several horizontal bars. The growth period of the ginseng is engraved on the right side, and the number of leaves is engraved with several horizontal bars.
Most people understand these things they have heard from the elders in the village since they were young, but Zhou Qingguo couldn't understand what he was seeing.
"What is engraved here is Suzhou code, also called Hua code.
The person who got the big deal here didn't want people to know the details, so he changed the sign and used Suzhou code to engrave it."
Xu Shiyan took a closer look at the mark on it and found that it was indeed the Suzhou code.
Suzhou code, also called grass code and flower code, was an early folk commercial number.
A counting method that was separated from calculations in the Southern Song Dynasty and was mostly used in business accounting.
This kind of code rarely appears in the Northeast. Xu Shiyan also heard the old man talk about it when he was with Mr. Han in his previous life.
The Han family used to be escorts and had contact with many merchants from the north and south, so they understand this.
"The superior said that there were nine of them, and they carried one seedling with six leaves and three seedlings with five leaves.
Let me look at the year. The second year of Xuantong. When did the second year of Xuantong come? Who was the last emperor of the Qing Dynasty?
Oops, if you calculate it this way, is it sixty or seventy years?"
Xu Shiyan's history knowledge is not very good, but he has heard from storytelling that the last emperor's reign was named Xuantong, which means that this sign is quite long.
"Come, Qingguo, come here, come with me, kowtow to the mountain god, the boss, and the seniors, and let the boss bless us so that we can find a big mallet around here."
In the early years, the people who released the mountain followed the rule that the mountain god always kept his head.
When you encounter a big seller carrying ginseng, pick the ginseng seeds and scatter them around.
In order to leave a financial path for future generations, we must not destroy the roots of future generations.
People in the past believed in these and followed them devoutly, unlike later generations who wished they could get it all for themselves at once. Who cares about future generations?