Sometimes, the ginseng underground senses that the year is unfavorable for its growth, so it simply stops sprouting and only re-emerges a few years later.
A thin stalk sprouts from between the two forks, with eight or seven, or one or four, large, bright red fruits clustered below.
That's why Jiang Guangfeng said, "Let's quickly build a fire."
"Seventh and Eighth Brother, go downwind, build a fire, and once it's burning, throw in some straw or something."
Of course, judging from the size of the ginseng seedlings behind him and the number of ginseng seeds, those few ginseng seedlings were all small-sized ones.
At this moment, the mosquitoes and gnats around him were dwindling, and the swarms around Jiang Guangfeng were swarming down to his face, some even trying to get out of his eyes, which was really too much of a disturbance.
Indeed, the shape of that ginseng was wrong.
There were no old signs around, which clearly indicated that it was an old burrow, where ginseng seeds had been casually sown by the older generation of mountain herders and sprouted.
“Take it. The Seven Jiazi is the key to opening the mountain, and it's the first time we've seen it since we retreated from the mountain. Take it regardless of its size.”
"Xiping, are we taking it or not?" Although Sheng Liancheng had done scavenging before, I had heard people talk about the rules of scavenging by bad young men. I knew that when you come down from the mountain to dig for clubs, you can say you're digging, but you have to say you're taking it.
Then, he inserted the treasure-hunting stick into the distance of the club, took out a red rope with copper coins tied to both ends from his pocket, and also took out the club lock that the mountain man had mentioned.
Sheng Xikang had also heard people say that if you encounter a club while hunting in the mountains, it's an omen of misfortune.
The deer bone skewers that Sheng Xi'an used were hand-polished by Liu Changde. They were very rough and could scratch the surface of the ginseng, making them the worst tools for ginseng hunting.
Because the few we brought today are all beginners who have been down the mountain before, we know what we're doing.
The main body is covered with horizontal lines, while the legs are smooth without any horizontal lines or pearl-like bumps. Underneath these slender ginseng tendrils, there are also small and large pearl-like bumps.
That's called "seeking good fortune," meaning that the trip will be successful and fruitful, embodying the simple wishes of those who go hiking.
Wild ginseng growing in the wild is different from cultivated ginseng; a single stage can take an unknown number of years.
Sheng Xi'an always believed that there was no treasure in that faraway place.
Firstly, it wouldn't repel the mosquitoes, and secondly, it would prevent wild animals from approaching.
Sheng Xikang nodded, said nothing more, and went over to put out the fire, covering it with soil to prevent it from spreading, before leaving with his father and brothers.
Wild animals are afraid of firelight. Even if there are few animals out during the day, they will still dare to approach if they see no firelight.
That's bad. They didn't have that kind of harvest right after leaving the mountain. A good start is a bad omen.
Of course, for inexperienced veterans, if they don't have deer bone skewers, they can carefully break off a sturdy tree branch and still lift the club out.
But this was the first time the three members of the Sheng family had ever retreated from the mountain, so Sheng Xi'an was worried that we would know how to answer and simply say that there was only one tree.
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