Below the neck of the ginseng, two spiky tendrils also grow out, shaped like date pits, similarly covered with horizontal lines and pearl-like bumps.
Sheng Xi'an looked in the direction her younger brother was pointing.
"Okay, let's do as he says." These guys all know what they're doing; whatever Sheng Xi'an says, we'll just do it.
Moreover, while carrying the ginseng, the ginseng rootlets that are pulled out of the ground must be covered with soil to prevent the rootlets from losing moisture before the wind blows them away, as the carrying time is too long.
“Look there, young man, not many trees are damaged yet, they’re all seven Jiazi trees,” Sheng Xiping said softly, pointing behind him with his magic staff.
The fire was downwind, and the breeze was blowing towards Sheng Xi'an, causing the mosquitoes to scatter.
Jiang Guangfeng took it, placed the ginseng under the moss, and sprinkled some soil to ensure that the ginseng could stay moist.
Besides, this wasn't the place where Zhou Qinglan encountered the snake while retreating from the mountain last year, but it was also my destination when I retreated from the mountain that time.
Sheng Xikang and Sheng Xiping originally had something to do, so they just stood there watching the young man carry the ginseng.
Of course, the ginseng is not fully exposed yet. The ginseng has grown quite a bit, so its shape is still unknown.
No matter what, that ginseng is big, but it can't possibly weigh more than seven ounces. According to the current market price, it's worth one or two hundred yuan.
So it turns out there wasn't a single reborn ginseng. It must have been reborn for several years, reaching the state of a seven-year cycle.
Just as Sheng Xi'an was on tenterhooks, fearing that Lao Ba's answer was correct, Sheng Xiping's voice rang out, "A whole lot old."
"That's enough for today. Let's go back to our shack to rest and have lunch. We'll come back over there again tomorrow morning. I'm sure we won't find anything there."
Jiang Guangfeng and Sheng Liancheng were quite excited. They quickly ran towards Sheng Xiping, asking as they ran, "Where is he? Where is he?"
The sixth-grade leaf is the ultimate form of ginseng; even after many years, it will only ever be a sixth-grade leaf.
As Sheng Xi'an cleared away the soil to continue lifting the ginseng, he instructed his two younger brothers to do the work.
In another seventy or eighty years, the ginseng will have grown smaller. If we could produce a small wild ginseng at that time, how much would it be worth?
You have to be very careful and meticulous, carefully removing every single root, even the smallest one, without damaging it.
To be honest, that ginseng was perfect in every way, except for its rhizome.
Yes, let's not take them all back. Let's just take one ginseng root and leave the rest of the ginseng seeds where they are.
The good thing is that the night was relatively peaceful. Although there were occasional calls of wild animals nearby, no wild animals came near the hut, so the little guy got a good rest.
Sheng Xi'an had only ever seen his master carry ginseng; this was the first time he had ever carried ginseng himself.
When we retreated from the mountains, we carried axes, saws, and other tools. There was no firewood outside the forest, so we gathered some dried wood when we were young, chopped it into pieces, and lit it with birch bark.
When Sheng Xi'an saw those ginseng plants earlier, he felt something was off.
"What omen is there in cutting down the ginseng in the seventh year of the sexagenary cycle? It's just a matter of cutting it down, picking up the ginseng seeds from the ginseng plants around here, and scattering them around the area."
"Then, such a small ginseng should be seven Jiazi (a Chinese unit of time, approximately 150 years)?" Sheng Liancheng asked, puzzled.
That was the first time I had ever lifted sea cucumbers by myself. In the end, I was still too inexperienced and it took me a while to get the hang of it.
In Northeastern Mandarin, "lao bizi" doesn't mean "very few," but rather "man shan shi" (meaning "full of mountains").
The process of digging ginseng out of the soil is complicated and crude. This method damages the ginseng's roots and causes it to lose its sap and flavor, which makes the ginseng more valuable.
Tie the red rope around the ginseng stem and attach both ends to the magic stick.
Once they retreated outside the mountains, whatever Sheng Xi'an said wouldn't matter. Even Sheng Liancheng was still considered a bad influence, since he was the leader.
"Don't wander around there too much, be a little careless." Sheng Xi'an held the magic staff and pointed to the small tree stump behind them that was about to be hit.
But in terms of thickness, it should be seven Jiazi.
A few years later, it sprouts new shoots and grows again; that kind of ginseng is called "rebirth ginseng".
Yes, judging from the exposed ginseng root, the gnarled ginseng was no more than the thickness of a woman's finger.
Behind him was a seven-year cycle, clearly some small fry. Sheng Liancheng wasn't sure whether to dig or not.
The Seven Jiazi, also known as the Mountain-Opening Key, guides mountain hunters to the goods. Therefore, upon hearing it was the Seven Jiazi, Sheng Xi'an's expression darkened, and he blurted out, "Nothing missing?"
Sure enough, right behind us, within an area the size of a kang (a heated brick bed), there were at least seven plants with two branches growing on them.
"Alright, let's go back now." Sheng Liancheng nodded in refusal, and the group packed up their tools and got up to leave.
We came out around four in the morning, and after descending the mountain for a short while, we found the ginseng. It took us nearly seven hours just to carry the ginseng, plus making ginseng buns and such, half a day had passed.
Moreover, some wild ginseng leaves, instead of becoming fifth-grade leaves, jump directly to sixth-grade leaves.
As long as we remember the location, we can come back every year when we have time, and remove the ginseng seeds, making it difficult for others to find us.
Jiang Guangfeng glanced at his watch; it was already one o'clock.
On the morning of the 71st, after breakfast, the seven men, carrying their tools once again, retreated in the direction they had taken the day before.
As soon as he said that, Sheng Xi'an regretted it. "I should have asked that question."
"Brother, is it about cutting off the head?" Sheng Xikang suddenly remembered that and asked.
But then the ginseng's shoulder was revealed, and it was clear at a glance that the ginseng was large.
Logically, after lifting the ginseng, the weeds around it should be cleared away to facilitate the operation.
After that, Sheng Xi'an always watched his master carry ginseng and never did it himself.
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