What if someone suddenly gets a treasure that's supposedly worth several thousand or even tens of thousands of dollars?
Therefore, Sheng Xi'an's concern about the value of the ginseng king is also an abnormal reaction.
The things outside that hill don't actually have owners; whoever sees them doesn't own them.
On a day when you're exhausted and hungry, nothing tastes good, no matter what it is.
"You estimate it's worth at most one or two ounces. That's a precious little thing, so don't tell anyone in the village when you get out."
So he hurried over, lifted the pot lid, stirred the porridge outside the pot with a spoon, and blew on it to make the foam on the surface of the porridge disappear.
And so, the men discussed it and decided to spend the night outside the shack.
If people find out that the Sheng family encountered some small goods while grazing in the mountains and how much they could sell them for, many people will secretly be envious and try to trip up the Sheng family.
Sheng Xi'an then remembered that she had been cooking.
Previously, Sheng Xi'an and Lan Yicheng went home from get off work or school, leaving only Lan Yicheng and Sheng Xikang to carry ginseng outside the forest on the cliff.
If someone is unlucky, they're guaranteed to encounter a small cargo while retreating from the mountain, and they'll become rich overnight.
Besides, with so few ginseng, if we were to bring them all out, it would take several more days.
The rice porridge was topped with chopped dried meat and wild chives.
That ginseng behind his eyes is definitely a treasure; even if Sheng Xikang is stupid, he knows it's extremely valuable.
Not to mention that public security has deteriorated a lot, the main problem is that every household is in a state of disarray, and no one is particularly outstanding.
Hunting requires real skill; you can't get good marksmanship, lack courage, or be someone others envy.
Nowadays, there are no college entrance exams, and no matter how much teachers value them outside of school, students just go through the motions and get a low-level diploma.
We were able to find these ginseng roots at the bottom of the ginseng tree, and we're sure others can find them too. Since we've come all this way, we should take whatever we can with us.
If no one outside the house goes to look for Lan Yicheng, the Sheng family will all say the same thing: the youngest and seventh sons have gone out on business.
"Huh? It's for sale? It's for sale and kept outside our hands, is that alright?"
Of course, we are all family, father, son and brothers, so there is a saying that we should be cautious about it.
"If you exchange that stuff for money, you can either spend it immediately or sell it and leave it lying around until it breaks down; you can always exchange it for money later."
"Dad, that ginseng root is still marketable, we should keep it."
So, the ginseng king had a terrible idea: he would take care of how many ginseng plants could grow in that mountain forest, pick a couple of the bigger ones to sell for his living expenses, and keep the rest for himself.
In a short while, he ate seven pancakes and drank two and a half bowls of porridge. Finally, he felt that his stomach was no longer very hungry.
Therefore, we should stay outside the mountain and try to carry out as few ginseng roots as possible.
The reason for leaving that mark is to help others find ginseng; it's mainly to serve as a marker so that we can easily find it when we need to come back.
It took another afternoon of work for the ginseng king to finally unearth it.
If Lan Yicheng shows up for too long, it will be too bad. I can't help him there. I should go back to get out of class.
Around 2 a.m., Sheng Xi'an brought over some steamed buns, dumplings, pancakes, meat sauce, pickled vegetables, and other things to ensure that we would have enough to eat for at most seven days.
Of the seven men, only Lan Yicheng and Sheng Xikang were sent-down youth, and their time was relatively free.
After all, there's no difference between hunting and herding in the mountains.
Sheng Xi'an finished get off work at the overhaul plant. Although the overhaul plant had more work than work at that time, Sheng Xi'an, as the plant manager, was able to show up for one or four days in a row.
At Sheng Xikang's place, whatever the young man says, I do; whatever he arranges, I do. There's absolutely no question about it.
While Lan Yicheng was carrying the ginseng, Sheng Xikang was also free. I tore the red cloth belt of the ginseng king into strips and tied it around all the ginseng around it.
Although others found it strange, they didn't ask any questions and just brushed it off.
Lan Yicheng had been thinking about that matter since he was carrying ginseng at the bottom.
"Brother, which tree should we lift next?" Lan Yicheng asked, pointing to the clubs around him that hadn't yet been tied with red ropes.
Sheng Xikang is stupid, but I'm more straightforward; I don't have that many hidden thoughts.
He can always take leave from the repair shop. If all goes well, he and Lao Ba will go back tomorrow and bring you some food.
The day before, early in the morning, while it was still barely light, the ginseng king began to lift the eight leaves that had been discovered during the most critical period.
We wrapped it with birch bark inside, tied it tightly, and placed it outside a small backpack we had brought.
Instead of using a torch, roast the freshly chopped pine needles to prevent the pine resin from seeping out. If you do that, the pine needles will burn and become mushy.
Originally, the ginseng king intended to raise the price of all the seventh-grade leaves, but Sheng Xi'an stopped him, saying that it was a bad thing to go too far.
Sheng Xikang pointed to the small patch of moss I had just gone to find, which was not as good as the whole piece of birch bark I had just peeled off.
However, ginseng was not cheap back then. If this ginseng king were sold now, it would probably not be worth several thousand yuan.
Originally, the Sheng family was quite conspicuous in Houchuan Forest Farm.
"Brother, he should quickly wrap up that ginseng so that the wind doesn't blow away the moisture."
“Okay, you and Lao Ba will head back first thing tomorrow morning and try to send them some more food.”
The aroma of the porridge made me even hungrier. "Dad, has the rice gone bad? If it has, let's eat it, I'm starving."
But the Ginseng King was the leader, and after they retreated from the mountain, everyone spoke ill of the Ginseng King and everything was arranged by him.
Since ancient times, people have died for wealth, and birds have died for food.
The ginseng king nodded, carefully placed it under the moss, covered it with a layer of moist white soil, and then quickly rolled it up and tied it up.
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