Without hesitation, the father and son found the broken section, tied a rope around it, and went down the rope.

At this time of year, the ginseng seeds have already turned completely red, making them very conspicuous among the grass.

The father and son had just reached the foot of the cliff and hadn't even taken a few steps when they discovered several red ginseng seeds not far away.

"Clubs!" Sheng Liancheng exclaimed happily. "They're everywhere on the mountain!"

The father and son were very excited and rushed forward to identify them, but there were only a few seedlings with five-grade leaves in front of them, and the rest had four-grade leaves, as well as some 'Dengtaizi' and 'Erjiazi', but no six-grade leaves.

"There really isn't a single sixth-grade leaf?" Sheng Liancheng stood there, stunned, not knowing what to do.

"So, shall we carry the ginseng or not?"

"Dad, why don't we just stop carrying it? We were just here to take a look anyway. If it's there, great; if not, then forget it."

"As long as this place is still here, I'll come back another time." Sheng Xiping wandered around for a while but couldn't see any ginseng seedlings that looked like there were big ones underneath.

The six-leaf seedlings we carried last time weren't very big, and these five-leaf and four-leaf seedlings probably aren't very large either. Carrying them back would be useless and a waste.

"Fine, whatever you say."

Sheng Liancheng thought about it and realized that it made sense. This thing was too small, and there was no point in carrying it out; it would only cause more trouble.

It would be better to stay where you are and come back in a few years when you have more time.

“Okay, let’s pick all the ginseng seeds. When I have time, I’ll set up a small area over there in the Tiger Forest Park and scatter the ginseng seeds there to try.”

Sheng Liancheng's craving for this land has returned. He plans to sow ginseng seeds in the wild to see if they can grow into wild ginseng.

Sheng Xiping didn't object to his father's outlandish idea; he just treated it as a game. If it worked, great; if not, it would just be a waste of time.

So the father and son carefully picked off all the ginseng seeds they could find and put them in a small cloth bag.

The two then climbed back up, untied the rope, packed it up, and prepared to go home.

The father and son had only walked a short distance when Sheng Xiping suddenly heard a series of cooing and chirping sounds.

It sounded like birdsong, but it wasn't quite the same as the usual bird calls. It was faintly like someone saying, "Where is Brother Bangchui? Come and save me!"

"Dad, listen, it sounds like a clubbird."

Sheng Xiping stopped and listened intently. The more he listened, the more he felt that the bird's call sounded like it was calling for Brother Bangchui.

There is a legend in the Changbai Mountain forest area that there is a bird in the forest that does not sing until the beginning of autumn.

If this bird starts calling, it means there are wild ginsengs nearby, and the ginseng seeds have turned red.

Therefore, people call this bird the club-shaped bird.

Sheng Xiping had never seen a club-shaped bird before, but he had heard his master and mistress mention it. They said that the club-shaped bird's call sounded like it was saying, "Where is my club-shaped brother? Please come and save me."