"Dad, Lao Ba, be careful of them," I quickly reminded them, afraid that the father and son might fall up too.
Sheng Xiping had been holding back all morning without daring to utter a sound, but seeing his brother stand up from the ground and stretch his arms and legs, he finally dared to speak up.
Sheng Xi'an looked down, searching for a tree growing against the mountainside so she could climb down using its thick trunk and branches as support.
Fortunately, the mountain wall wasn't very high, and the ground underneath wasn't rock but soil, with lush, soft grass as a cushion.
“Come on, Seventh Brother, let’s kowtow to that old ginseng king together.”
A gust of wind blew by, and the ginseng seeds under the ginseng king's head swayed in the wind, but they didn't seem to be nodding or anything.
Zhang Shuzhen disliked the strong smell of the old-fashioned dry tobacco, and besides, Sheng Liancheng was a foreman, so it didn't look good for him to be smoking a pipe all day. Therefore, Sheng Liancheng especially smoked cigarettes.
The father and son below immediately responded.
"Fool, fool. Bad boy fool." Sheng Xi'an looked back again and was completely stunned.
Sheng Xiping couldn't brake in time and fell down behind his younger brother.
Sheng Xi'an reacted slowly, quickly taking eight steps forward to avoid the oncoming attack.
"You wasted so much time talking to him yesterday, didn't you? You told him that Tuishan talks too much and acts on his own."
Hey, what's this? It looks so familiar.
Then he took out the deer bone skewers, and started lifting the ginseng up the stem, clearing away the surrounding grass and soil, little by little.
"He really knows how to compare himself to others. After Dafeng, he was skin and bones. It was only after he came to our house that he gained some weight."
Sheng Xi'an focused intently on carrying the ginseng, while Sheng Xiping was a bit more clever that time, even knowing to gather firewood to build a fire and repel mosquitoes.
On Sheng Xi'an's side, they had just lifted out two stalks of ginseng, with only the shoulder of the ginseng showing.
"There are no eight-grade leaves or seven-grade leaves." Sheng Xi'an looked at a few trees in the distance. The smallest one had eight-grade leaves, but there were no seven-grade leaves.
What the hell? There aren't any clubs there?
Sheng Xiping fell to the ground, rolled forward a few times, and then stopped. He rolled over and stood up.
Right below the mountain wall, on the hillside next to these two ginseng trees, a new shack was built.
If we can hurt that guy, then we can only try to get rid of him, but how do we do that?
Sheng Xi'an rolled her eyes twice. "He used to have a few brain farts, so don't cause him any more trouble."
Who would have thought that the backward lurch would cause them to fall straight up?
At this moment, I only know one thing: if I don't get rid of that snake, I won't be able to carry the ginseng king in peace today.
That ginseng is absolutely worthless; it's completely undamaged.
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