If you manage to find a single ginseng seedling with eight leaves after a few days of ginseng harvesting from the mountains, you can sell it for several hundred yuan. Each person can earn tens or hundreds of yuan. This is quite a good deal.

Sheng Xiping was seven months pregnant, and her pregnancy was already showing, but she was still quite clever and agile.

Sheng Xi'an was embarrassed by the young man's cryptic praise.

"Huh? So you have nothing to do outside? Right?"

During the day you have to teach and grade homework, and in the evening you come back to help Zhang Shuzhen cook and clean the house. You also have to tutor Sheng Yunfang and Sheng Yunfei. It must be exhausting for you.

There were few ginseng plants on the mountainside. Zhou Qinglan, we carried away the King of Ginseng and the eight plants with eight-grade leaves. We picked out eight plants with seven-grade leaves, but it turned out to be a mistake.

They all stood up straight and rushed towards Zhou Qinglan, still muttering as they did so.

"Mom, when we retreated from the mountain that time, you carried a total of seven seedlings of eight-grade leaves, seven seedlings of seven-grade leaves, and one seedling of seven Jiazi."

The family didn't have time to sit down and talk. "Oh dear, do the three of them still have food?"

"Brother, let's not talk about that anymore. You weren't out of your mind back then. Meeting that idiot was a blessing in disguise."

"This year, I don't know what's going on, but many people have encountered these little goods when they come down the mountain. Oh my, they're so tempting!" The crowd chattered amongst themselves.

Needless to say, the white shadow that scared the seven dogs into silence instantly was none other than Huahua, the big tiger outside the house.

Ge Chenghui's words make sense. Besides, with such a small amount of ginseng, just selling the seventh-grade leaves and the seventh-grade ginseng would probably fetch a lot of money.

As more and more of that stuff appears, it will become increasingly valuable.

Isn't that what the old folks were saying, that ginseng is destined to appear in a certain year? That thing is really quite strange.

If we could have two more seedlings with seven-leaf buds, the money from selling them would be enough to feed and carefree people for several months.

Zhang Shuzhen and Ge Chenghui hurriedly packed their things and had just finished washing the dishes when, at four o'clock, the power to the forest farm was cut off.

Zhou Qinglan wasn't surprised when she heard that. So few people were leaving the mountain and they still encountered this little guy? How old is this ginseng?

"Young man, what are his plans regarding that matter? Did you hear from his father that he's planning to sell the ginseng king? Or does he want to keep it?"

The seven dogs were incredibly affectionate towards Zhou Qinglan the moment they saw her.

Now that I'm back, I must go and see them.

That time of year, when crops are just beginning to ripen, is also the time when wild boars, blind men, and badgers love to sneak out of the fields and wreak havoc on the crops.

Hua Hua has only been with the Sheng family for about seventy days. Considering the days to come, it's estimated that it will be less than two months old.

The dogs are so cold-hearted, how could Zhou Qinglan possibly let them down?

If we saw it with our own eyes, we really would dare to believe it.

Zhou Qinglan held his wife's hand and smiled at you.

Since her younger brother had already said that, Zhou Qinglan, not wanting to dwell on it any longer, smiled and continued talking.

Not yet. There aren't many people on this side of the small alkali field. I ran into Bapinye on my way down the mountain.

"Oh, don't even mention it. Those two nights it rained late, and that blind man withdrew from the cornfield, ruining so many corns."

"Oh dear, Xiping, what did he do those few days? You guys wanted to find him to go mountain climbing."

Despite the cold invitation, Ge Chenghui always reluctantly agreed, thus pushing the date to next year.