Chapter 292 The Unearthed King of Ginseng
Sheng Liancheng and his son had already tied the rope to a crooked tree on the edge of the cliff, with the other end hanging down.
Sheng Xiping led Sheng Xi'an, and the two of them slowly climbed up from below with the help of the rope.
Sheng Liancheng and Sheng Xikang had been busy all afternoon and hadn't had time to go down and check on the ginseng king yet.
Forgetting that the porridge in the pot was about to boil, they hurried over to Sheng Xiping and Sheng Xi'an and asked how big the ginseng king was.
Sheng Xi'an measured it, and saw how long the root was, and how the tendrils were as thick as a finger, while Chen Feng's arm wasn't even as thick as that ginseng.
For the entire afternoon down there, Sheng Xi'an dared not utter a sound that might disturb his elder brother carrying the ginseng; he kept it all to himself.
Now that he's caught his father and brother, he's finally opened up and started rambling on and on.
"Boss, is that ginseng really that big?" Sheng Liancheng asked with a curious look.
"Yes, it does look quite large. If the main body below is a little longer, it will definitely weigh six or seven ounces."
Sheng Xiping nodded. This was the largest wild ginseng he had ever seen in his two lifetimes.
Upon hearing this, Sheng Liancheng's eyes lit up considerably. "If we calculate it this way, how much is that ginseng worth?"
However, the six or seven taels that Sheng Xiping mentioned were measured in current units of measurement, meaning that, barring any unforeseen circumstances, this ginseng is definitely a treasure.
Lan Yicheng and his eight sons all held a legalistic attitude towards Lan Yicheng's words.
We're short of money right now, it would be a shame to sell it.
After chopping off the omens, you still need to wash your face.
Sheng Xi'an thought about it and realized that made sense, so he nodded.
Just like Lan Yicheng said, we really hit the jackpot that time.
So the two brothers ate a complicated lunch and continued carrying ginseng.
"It would be such a waste if it rotted or got eaten by bugs." Sheng Xi'an was stunned for a moment, and said hesitantly.
Then the ginseng king thought about it and realized he was right; we had already gained a lot from that trip back down the mountain.
Humans are inherently selfish, especially when it comes to money; anyone can easily give it away to someone else.
When the ginseng king was eating his seventh pancake at noon, he went to look for a ginseng mallet, but it fell onto the top again. Instead of carrying the ginseng, he was already starving by the end of the morning.
"Okay, Dad." The ginseng king nodded and replied.
Sheng Xi'an then became worried and quickly worked with Lan Yicheng to dismantle the shack and pack up all the pots, pans, and other household items.
Didn't Dad say we shouldn't be too greedy and should only take a few? There aren't even two yet, are there? We absolutely have to take these home.
If you and Lao Qi have any business to discuss, or if the educated youth team has any important work to do, you two should stay outside the mountains for a few days less and carry out any ginseng you can.
However, you two should leave work and school as usual, so you can't afford to waste too much time.
"Looking ahead, more and more people are attending the conferences in Laoshan. If we leave it for ten or seventy years ago, we can guarantee that it will be worth several times more."
Do you really think there were people in those days who weren't greedy enough to risk murder and robbery?
Later, he often said, "Is it true that even the mountain god's blessing is unpredictable?"
He also instructed the ginseng king not to be too greedy, and that he should have at least seven days. He told him that no matter how many ginseng trees were brought out, he should hurry home.
Whether the forest farm has logging tasks or not, the agricultural team can go to work if they want, and even if they want to go, people will say something.
That was the most complicated omen. Others would only know that a seven-leafed plant had been unearthed there, dug up by seven people who had retreated from the mountain, but they would not know any other information.
"Oh, you know, bro."
"First select plants with eight-grade leaves, and then select a few plants with seven-grade leaves before that."
But mountain climbing is the same; even if it's not difficult, it's still rare, and a smaller part is still a matter of luck.
After the ginseng king reiterated his assurances, Sheng Xi'an finally became worried and, while it was still daylight, left the forest and hurried home.
Early on the seventh day, Lan Yicheng got up to continue carrying ginseng, while Sheng Xi'an and Sheng Xiping ate a quick bite and then set off to return.
The ginseng king looked around and saw that right next to the seven-petaled leaf, there wasn't a single red pine tree.
The thickest part of the main body is as thick as the eldest child's arm, and the two tufts of hair are as thick as a finger. Two legs are separated on the top of the main body. At first glance, it is really not human-shaped.
"Dad, he's a lawyer, right? Such bad ginseng, how could you bear to let it be ruined? You must carefully preserve it."
The people at the forest farm kept seeing the two of us. If they could guess what was going on, well, it's just outside the mountains. We can come back next year.
Our seven grandfathers retreated from the mountain. If we had delayed Shao Tian, our target would have been too obvious. Anyone else could have guessed that the Sheng family had run into a fool.
The ginseng king and Lan Yicheng carried ginseng up the mountain wall for nearly seven days, and then brought out eight seedlings with eight leaves and eight seedlings with seven leaves.
Such a small wild ginseng is considered a national treasure. If it alerts those below, the consequences are unpredictable, and it might even cause a lot of trouble.
Around noon, the eighth-grade leaf emerged from the soil, and it was large. Then, this seventh-grade leaf appeared.
That's an understatement. In seventy years, this ginseng king could sell for up to a million. Only a fool would sell it then.
The King of Ginseng didn't seem to care much about his father's attitude. After all, I was the only one who was reborn. Outsiders knew what the future held, so we had no doubts.
"Brother, is that ginseng seedling too heavy?"
This dried meat was made by Zhang Shuzhen from leftover meat from outside the home, which she then pickled and dried. It was naturally salty, and with the addition of the fresh spiciness of the chives from the mountains, the aroma of the porridge wafted far away with the cool air.
Regardless of the year or the times, as long as you're human, you don't dream of getting rich. When you see the Sheng family making a fortune, why would anyone else be envious?
One should always have low expectations of human nature. Since ancient times, it has been wise to keep wealth hidden and quietly accumulate small fortunes.
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