I left slowly at the time and didn't have time to take a closer look. With such a small snake guarding the area, there must be no treasures around.
“Dad, the rule for rafting is to go out on an odd number of days and return on an even number of days. It’s in accordance with the rules for the seven of us, father and sons, to come back.” Sheng Liancheng shook his head and smiled bitterly.
Those who have prepared these things can break off eight tree branches or grass stalks, gather soil to make a stove, and insert grass as incense sticks, and worship the mountain god in the same way.
The Ginseng Gang believes that ginseng is like a person; if you descend from the mountain in an odd number of days and bring back ginseng, it is considered as if you bring back a pair.
Those are all experiences passed down by the old mountain herders.
If you don't have incense, candles, or paper money, you should burn incense and paper money to pray for the mountain god's blessing so that your descent from the mountain will be smooth and you can get the goods.
A friend said that if you dream of meeting a man with two children washing clothes by the river, the old man will lead his family to the riverbank to look for him.
Sheng Xi'an insisted on going down the mountain with them, and Sheng Xiping also wanted to go, but insisted on taking leave to go with them.
Sheng Liancheng went down the mountain mainly to look for the spot where he encountered the snake last year, just in case there was nothing bad there. Would he have found it then?
Eight stones, two vertical and one horizontal, stacked together, are not the master's mansion.
I've only heard of hunting in the mountains; I have absolutely no experience with it, let alone in Xiasheng Liancheng.
The ginseng leader will also make a wish, and everything will definitely go smoothly. If we really get the little stick, we will bring down a pig's head and wine, and return to the mountain to thank the mountain god and the old ginseng leader.
"Seven Jiazi".
The seven of us had only been out of the woods for a short while when swarms of mosquitoes, biting midges, blind midges, and other blood-sucking insects began to swarm around us.
After becoming rich, they forgot the old foreman's kindness and will definitely bring wine and meat to repay him.
So when the men heard Sheng Liancheng say that he had a bad dream last night, and Sheng Xi'an and the others believed him, they followed Sheng Liancheng and the seven of them lined up in a row.
The seven of them wandered through the thickets and weeds until noon, when Sheng Liancheng chose a sheltered, sunny spot with no river behind it as their place to stay and set up a hut.
When mountain herders leave the mountain, their dreams at night are completely unpredictable.
Occasionally, people would pray to the mountain god, asking for his blessing so that they could dig up small clubs after retreating from the mountain.
I didn't know exactly what it was until later, but I always kept it in mind.
The seven men, each carrying a magic staff about the height of a person, walked side by side, using their staffs to part the grass behind them as they went, their eyes constantly scanning the grass.
"If that's the case, Lao Ba, don't take leave. You can come along. There's some work at the overhaul plant lately."
However, there are fewer mosquitoes in that kind of environment.
The seventh and eighth brothers are older and have never been to the mountains before. Although the youngest brother has been to the mountains twice under the guidance of his master, Liu Changde, he still has very little experience.
Sheng Xi'an waved his hand, saying, "No matter what, I have to go too. Otherwise, none of us will go."
After the car was damaged, the seven men each carried their belongings on their backs and walked out of the woods along the tractor track of the future work area.
"Well, we're all legitimate members of the ginseng gang, and besides, we're family, so it's all about these things."
When they bring back prey, the big tiger eats some, and a small portion is eaten by outsiders.
At that moment, he took his father and younger brother, gathered a pile of soil behind the master's mansion, stuck eight dry grass branches in it, and lit them.
"Don't worry, you'll be back in eight days at most."
After all, the forest farm is just outside the small forest, surrounded by mountains. Sometimes you can encounter prey if you walk too far.
Wang Leqing and Sheng Xiping, needless to say, apart from the winter when we went to the logging team's camp to perform for them, we would often stay overnight at the foot of the mountain. They had never experienced sleeping in the wilderness.
People walk through the woods, feeling the dry chill of the autumn sun, but it is actually quite refreshing.
Every morning, the old leader would ask the other members of the guild what they had dreamed about last night.
After all, there's a big guy at home who just drinks milk and never gets enough of meat.
After pondering for a long time, Sheng Xi'an finally decided to follow the retreat.
When we hear this, we want to connect with the mountain. A few don't ask about the quality of the leaves, but rather about the size of the club.
Sheng Liancheng immediately perked up and hurriedly accepted the challenge, "What grade of leaf?"
Sheng Liancheng pointed to the forest where we encountered the little snake last year and decided to go there to look for it today.
Wang Leqing smokes, and he lights a cigarette from time to time, which can also drive away some mosquitoes and such.
The saplings in the forest compartments that underwent sapling tending last year haven't grown very tall yet.
My own brothers are just following along, treating it as a leisurely stroll back down the mountain. If I were to bring others back down and gain something from it, it would be a thing of the past.
Anyway, this big guy is still quite big, and he spends a lot of time nursing, so his need for meat is still small.
As the saying goes, "If you don't think about something during the day, you won't dream about it at night." For those who have retreated from the mountains, dreaming is not an auspicious omen.
After building a makeshift shelter and gathering firewood outside the woods, the morning would be over.
The seven of them knelt behind the master's mansion and kowtowed, sincerely praying that the mountain god would protect them and that they would meet Xiao Huo on their way back down the mountain.
But when it comes to retreating from the mountains to dig for jujubes, it's the same thing: the worst thing you can do is bring your own brothers along.
The neighboring village of Xiaojianchang was busy back then. The people in the production team would go down the mountain together to graze.
"You guys have gone too far. Just wander around outside the seventh and eighth branches. If you run into something bad, great. If you do run into something bad, just bring something back with you."
Before Sheng Liancheng came out of the outside world in his next life, wild ginseng resources were already this scarce.
It was an unharvested mixed coniferous and broad-leaved forest. The mountains were low and the forest was dense. The small oak and linden trees overhead had lush foliage, blocking the scorching cold sun and leaving patches of shade.
This year, we need to revert to the old ways and nurture the land again. Someone left that area a year ago, and now, under this tractor track, the tenacious weeds are growing wildly.
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