During the two days of retreating from the mountain, Sheng Xi'an fired a single shot. Even if no pheasants or rabbits ran past me, I would still be in the right.
Thankfully, the earthen embankment was too low, and there were stones and water at the bottom; otherwise, my brother and I would be in real trouble today.
My arms are so delicate, can they compare to those?
"Ah, yes, I brought it, I brought it." Sheng Liancheng below quickly replied upon hearing this.
Hearing no footsteps in front of her, Xue Wanjie knew that Sheng Xiping had heard her call and wanted to come and see what the ginseng looked like, so she quickly called out to remind him.
I'll dedicate a whole day to it tomorrow; that should be more than enough.
Outside the mountains, all animals and plants are under the jurisdiction of the mountain god. If you harm any creature outside the mountains, the mountain god will be angry and will no longer be able to provide you with food.
Then he lit all the cigarettes together with a match and used the stick to smoke the little snake.
Next, the seven men tied the ginseng-carrying tools together, put a rope up to them, and handed them to the Sheng brothers.
Sheng Xi'an looked up at the sky. We were on the mountainside, where the light was already dim, and it got light early.
When the fire broke, I squatted down next to my brother and wiped his sweat with my sleeve from time to time.
Sheng Liancheng smokes, but his addiction is minor; he can smoke as much as he wants.
The three men quickly regained their senses and hurriedly asked, "What grade of leaves?"
The little snake was gone, and the bundle of tobacco was almost burned out. Sheng Xi'an handed the stick to Sheng Xiping and told me to keep an eye out and if the snake came out again, I should just whip it with the stick.
Sheng Liancheng and Sheng Xikang at the foot of the mountain, and Sheng Xiping, who was also searching for a way out on the mountain, were all stunned when they heard Xue Wanjie's commotion.
Snakes are naturally afraid of the smell of smoke, let alone the smell of tobacco.
And behind that is the close-up area, right in the middle of the whole ginseng field, every single one of them has eight leaves.
"Seventh Brother, don't come over there, there's no money tree over there, it's usually small."
Just now, Sheng Xi'an saw the pheasant flying this way, so he tried to pounce on it and catch it. But he lost his footing and fell straight down the mountainside.
"At worst, we'll move our shack over here and guard it so that no one else can steal our things."
As a result, the snake was forced to advance step by step by the smoke from Sheng Xi'an's hand.
On the mountainside, Sheng Xi'an cleared away the grass around the Ginseng King, then tore another piece of cloth from his belt and tied it to the stem of the Ginseng King as a marker.
I knew exactly what I was thinking at the time. The instant the pheasant took flight, I had only one thought in my mind: catch it, roast it, and eat it. So I rushed towards the pheasant.
As soon as the snake entered, Sheng Xi'an chased after it. Anyway, the stick I had was quite long, so I could definitely reach it and smoke it out.
When Sheng Liancheng went down the mountain that time, he brought several boxes of cigarettes with him. He did this to smoke, but more importantly, he wanted to use them to repel mosquitoes outside the mountain.
It's very likely that even the two ginseng plants that Sheng Xi'an and I encountered later were ginseng seeds from that area that were hidden by squirrels or eaten and excreted by birds, and that they had sprouted before.
Upon discovering the Ginseng King, Sheng Xi'an was overjoyed and hurriedly headed towards its location.
"Dad, they quickly found ropes and brought up all the tools for carrying ginseng from below."
"My goodness, that one looks even smaller than the one he brought home last year? Could they be a pair?"
Don't even mention the money-grubbers; what's even more damaging is the money-grubbers.
When that time came, we had to get those two ginseng roots at the foot of the mountain. The most important thing was to bring out the ginseng king first.
In the jargon of the ginseng trade, snakes are also called "money strings." If you encounter a snake while hunting in the mountains, the chances of finding ginseng are very small.
Sheng Xiping stared dumbfounded at the small snake behind him, its mouth agape in a show of defiance, and muttered to himself.
"Dad, he brought cigarettes, right? Slowly throw them up for you."
That is to say, if that ginseng is the king of the ginseng, then all those around it are its descendants and ancestors.
Mountain hunters believe in the harmonious coexistence of humans and nature. During the mountain rafting process, unless faced with a life-or-death situation, they will not easily harm any living creatures.
Suddenly, Sheng Xi'an remembered that snakes are afraid of smoke, so he hurriedly called down the cliff.
Xue Wanjie clasped her hands together and muttered something, "Old Ginseng King, I, your junior Sheng Xi'an, have the audacity to ask you to come out of seclusion today. Please forgive me."
Sheng Xi'an looked at the small snake behind her, its mouth still open and its tongue flicking out, and was momentarily at a loss.
Sheng Xi'an ran to pick up the cigarettes, opened the cigarette box and took out all the cigarettes, trying to tie about ten cigarettes to a wooden stick.
If it were a larger ginseng, Xue Wanjie would dare to carry it with a torch. That was the king of ginseng; if even the slightest bit was broken, she would be heartbroken.
Just as I walked to within seven or eight meters of the ginseng king, I heard the sound of something slowly passing over the grass and trees, followed by a gust of fishy wind.
There are so few ginseng roots on the mountainside; it would take a day or two to carry them all. We must stay far away and watch over them to ensure they are carried away quickly.
Fortunately, Sheng Liancheng acted quickly and Sheng Xikang was far away. The father and son waited until they were far away from the cliff before they heard Sheng Xiping's words. Unfortunately, the two of them fell up as well.
Then Sheng Liancheng led his eighth son to mark the two ginseng plants they had found, and covered them with grass and branches to prevent them from being discovered and dug up by others.
Xue Wanjie couldn't help but sigh, thinking that if one consulted the almanac before going out, everything would go smoothly, instead of encountering many setbacks.
Sheng Xi'an led his younger brother and kowtowed eight times to the old ginseng king.
By the time Sheng Liancheng and his son had rebuilt the dilapidated shack, it was getting dark.
Xue Wanjie shook her head upon hearing this. Judging from the exposed shoulder of that ginseng, it was much thicker than Chen Feng's thin arm. This child will need to be nurtured for a while.
However, it was shorter than the others, and its bluish-purple stem was much thicker. The ginseng seed under the stalk was also smaller and smaller than the others, almost as big as the eldest child's fist.
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