When you come across grass roots or tree roots, confirm again and again before cutting them off with the scissors you carry with you.

This work seems simple, but it is not easy to implement in practice.

It is not only necessary to judge the shape and rhizome structure of ginseng, but more importantly, it is necessary to be careful to avoid damaging the root tissue structure of ginseng.

Once the roots of ginseng are damaged, the nutritional value and medicinal properties of the ginseng will be greatly reduced.

Only truly experienced herbalists can deal with this situation.

Meng Fei was full of confidence. He had followed his grandfather into the mountains since he was a child and had seen his grandfather digging ginseng several times.

That's why he dared to take the risk.

“Crack…”

“Crack…”

Meng Fei used the scissors in his hand to cut off a tree root, and then used a thin stick to gently peel off the loose soil on it.

After all this was done, the upper part of the ginseng was completely exposed.

At this time, Meng Fei's collar had already been soaked with sweat, and beads of sweat the size of beans were sliding down his cheeks.

He took a deep breath, adjusted himself, and continued to work.

Because the previous work can only be regarded as appetizers, the real test of skills has just begun.

[The anchor looks really handsome when he is serious~]

[Why do we need to tie the ginseng with a red string? ]

[You don’t understand this, I heard from my grandfather that this is done to prevent the ginseng from running away.]

[What! Ginseng can run away? You must be kidding.]

[I can prove this. Last year, I went to dig ginseng on a motorcycle. Because I didn’t tie a red string, my motorcycle ran away. I haven’t found it yet.]

[6666 above.....]

At this time, Meng Fei was at a critical moment and had no time to respond to everyone's comments.

An hour later......

Meng Fei looked at the wild ginseng in front of him with a thick body and intact roots, and let out a long sigh.

However, he did not rest. He stood up, looked around, walked under a tree, and gently picked up a large piece of moss with his hand.

Wrap the ginseng carefully.

[Wow! The host is awesome! This ginseng is almost as thick as my wrist. How many years has it been here?]

【Estimated to be at least fifty years.】

[You know nothing! This is a sixth-grade leaf, and judging by its thickness and size, it must be at least two hundred years old.]

[What! Two hundred years! No way! That means he is older than my grandfather’s grandfather!]

[Hey! Look, what is the host doing? ]

At this time, Meng Fei's other move instantly attracted everyone's attention.

He walked up to a poplar tree, pulled out a machete, and chopped hard at the trunk. After a while, he had pulled out a large piece of bark, revealing a bare trunk.

"Bang, bang, bang"

After several more cuts, six deep knife marks were left on the tree trunk.

Then he wrapped the ginseng wrapped in moss with another layer of bark and put it carefully into the backpack. Then he picked up his mobile phone and explained to everyone happily.

"Using a red string to tie up the ginseng is to prevent it from running away. This is indeed true, but it is just a metaphor for it."

"Due to the complex terrain in the forest, various grass roots and tree roots are intertwined in the soil. Using red ropes to tie the ginseng can help ginseng pickers better distinguish the direction of the rhizomes, and it can also prevent the rhizomes from breaking when picking ginseng."

"As for the mark I left on the tree just now, we call it a 'sign'. It will help you find the exact location next time you come. Six cuts represent the sixth-grade leaf."

[Ahhh, this is a long pose. ]

[Host, how do you know so much? You can deliver babies, drive mountains, and pick ginseng...]

"Haha, actually it's not as amazing as you say. I grew up with my grandfather. He was a well-known mountain boss in the surrounding villages. When I was a kid, I often went hiking with him. I just learned from him."

"As for delivering babies, I majored in veterinary medicine in college."

As the sky gradually darkened, Meng Fei stopped chatting, put his phone on the stand in front of him, packed up his things and prepared to go down the mountain.

An hour later, Meng Fei finally walked out of the mountains before dark.

As soon as I entered the house and put down my backpack, I heard a violent knock on the door, and then I heard someone shouting:

"Gouzi! Gouzi! Your uncle is dying, come and help him!"

Hearing this, Meng Fei didn't have time to think and rushed out of the house.

The person calling out was Meng Fei's fellow villager, Li Chunmei. In terms of seniority, Meng Fei should call her Second Aunt.

I hurriedly followed my second aunt to his house, only to see a middle-aged man with half-white hair and dark skin lying on the kang, shivering all over, with purple lips.

Second Aunt asked anxiously, "Gouzi, your second uncle was fine when he was working in the fields this afternoon. Why did he suddenly faint after dinner tonight? He is usually in good health, right?"

Meng Fei frowned slightly, walked to the bed and pried open his second uncle's mouth with his hands. At this time, the tongue coating had turned white and was bloodless.

"What did you guys eat tonight?"

"I didn't eat anything. I went to the fields to pick some wild vegetables after work this afternoon, and your uncle and I had a bite."

As he spoke, he took out a small basin from the bowl rack.

When Meng Fei saw the wild vegetables in the small pot, his eyes became serious. He picked out a small grass that looked like a dog's tail and said.

"Second Aunt! You guys should be careful when picking wild vegetables. You picked all this heartbreak grass, so you ate less. If you had eaten more, Second Uncle might have died here today."

"What should we do? Gouzi, you and your grandfather have been running in the mountains all year round. Is there any way to save your second uncle?" After hearing this, the second aunt was so anxious that tears came to her eyes. She was in her fifties and squatted beside the kang and cried inconsolably.

"Second Aunt, stop crying. Do you have any dried pear eggs from last year?"

Second Aunt's eyes lit up and she quickly agreed, "Yes! Yes! Wait, I'll go to the warehouse and look for it for you."

After saying that, he rushed out of the house in a hurry.

Meng Fei was not idle at this time. He squatted at the entrance of the stove and used a wooden stick to pick out a small piece of charcoal that had not been completely burned and put it in a small bowl.

At this time, the live broadcast room was no longer calm. The popularity of the live broadcast room had dropped to four or five hundred people, but now it rose again and reached 1w+.

[No way, my brother Fei is really amazing! He can even cure diseases? ]

[What's wrong with this person? His lips are purple. He's obviously poisoned. Why don't you send him to the hospital immediately? ]

[Host, do you have a medical license? If you treat patients carelessly, you will be held legally responsible.]

[There's really no need to take this risk. Let's go to the hospital. ]

【..........】

Faced with the ridicule and distrust in the live broadcast room, Meng Fei ignored it, found a garlic mortar, and ground the charcoal into powder.

At this time, the second aunt also hurried back. Meng Fei took the dried mountain pear eggs and put them into the garlic mortar and crushed them together.

When it was almost ground, I put it in a bowl, added half a bowl of warm water and fed it to my second uncle.