"Go, wander around there, make sure you can still find some clubs outside."

“Eight-grade leaves,” Shan Shenping replied in a low voice.

"Hey kid, let's stop here and rest for a bit. Let's grab some food and relax."

Just then, they tore off a large piece and tied it to the ginseng stem.

After quickly getting down, Shan Shenkang and Shan Shenan helped their brother up and sat him down to the side.

I don't know exactly how big or small the seedling is, but judging from the exposed shoulder and the ginseng seed at the top, the seedling with eight leaves is quite large.

Shanshen Kang usually doesn't have good eyesight. As soon as he sees Shanshen pulling out the grass roots, he immediately hands over the scissors.

“Seven-grade leaf.” Over here, the ginseng stood upright on the branch below the stem and replied softly.

Since we're already here, we might as well look around and find as many trees as we can. Otherwise, wouldn't it be a wasted trip?

That ginseng was much smaller than the one from yesterday, so it naturally took more effort to lift it.

As Shan Shenping spoke, he took out a club lock and, just like yesterday, stuck the ginseng root stick into the ground and used the club lock to wrap the ginseng.

Shan Shenping is really too knowledgeable. Just now, I had a sudden inspiration and followed the incantation passed down by my master to find it. Unexpectedly, I actually found it.

“Dad, he understands. Eight-grade leaves are short-lived. They only grow when there are no ginseng seeds falling around them.”

Sheng Xi'an looked and saw that his son had taken out tools such as deer bone skewers, slow-moving scissors, and slow-moving knives, which meant he was planning to carry ginseng.

Not far in front of that clump of tall grass, there was a ginseng seed, about the size of a baby's fist, bright red and sparkling, as dazzling as a coral bead.

"Yes, that seedling with eight leaves is huge, it's been growing for over a hundred years, Dad, we really found it that time." Shan Shenping laughed when he heard this.

"Dad, where did your brother go? Was he eating? Why did I get up and leave?"

While Shan Shenping was thinking, his hands never stopped moving, and he continued to carelessly dig at the soil.

"That thing is several times thicker than your little finger."

"Clumsy!" Sheng Xiping exclaimed excitedly.

Sure enough, people say that a girl's luck is good from the very beginning.

Aside from the ancient ginseng stories, all these treasures are believed to possess spiritual properties.

"Let's go back and eat first. We need to finish eating quickly, otherwise we won't have the strength to carry the ginseng."

Shan Shenping scratched his head and smiled mischievously, "You're a novice too."

"Dad, don't slow down. Walk around there a few more times. If it's still not there..."

Eight-grade leaves are quite old. Logically speaking, there shouldn't be any scattered ginseng seeds sprouting around it. At least a few seven-year-old or lampstand-like plants should have emerged. It's safe to say that there won't be any seven-grade leaves or anything like that.

As Shan Shenping carried the ginseng inside, he couldn't help but feel emotional. The brothers in the same family, born of the same father and mother, could still grow up with the same personality.

Sheng Xi'an, we understood the meaning of the saying "the whole mountain is covered in them," and we thought it really meant the whole mountain was covered in them, so we rushed over slowly.

Tang Yanping and the others arrived at around four o'clock, and by 5 p.m., they had only revealed half of the secret.