The whole mountain is my hunting ground

When the Zhao family and his son went up the mountain to plant ginseng together, they dug out a small seedling of ginseng. Zhao Jun still had work on hand, so he asked Zhao Youcai to find a hidden place nearby to bury it. Wait until twenty or thirty years later to dig it out again.

The ginseng grown at that time was called pahuo. Its medicinal value was the same as that of wild ginseng, but its appearance was very different. Experienced people could tell at a glance.

At that time, Zhao Youcai took the seedling stick and found a place to dig a hole and bury it in the soil. However, he did not bury the little stick in the soil, but took it home.

At that time, Zhao Youcai wanted to sell this little nugget to the Zheng family who came back to collect mountain goods, and to blackmail them severely in order to retaliate against Zheng Donghai for saying that his wife was a widow surnamed Wang. .

But what I didn't expect was that after three or four months, the Zheng family and his son didn't come back.

Over time, no matter how well Zhao Youcai preserved it, the ginseng seedlings would inevitably lose moisture.

At this time, the seedling ginseng has dried.

In Zhao Youcai's eyes, this ginseng seedling had changed a lot compared to the beginning, and Zhao Jun probably couldn't tell.

This is what a layman is!

Every time a ginseng person puts his or her head on a small knot, he will clearly remember where and what kind of knot a seedling is. What does the reed head of Nianzi look like, what is its shape, and what is its body?

Zhao Youcai couldn't see it like this, but when Zhao Jun saw the shape, shape, and body of the ginseng, his father was almost angry to death.

Zhao Jun held the ginseng reed head in his right hand and raised it in front of his eyes. His thick eyebrows were furrowed and his big eyes narrowed into two slits.

"What are you looking at?" When Zhao Jun looked at it like this, Zhao Youcai suddenly felt guilty and said to Zhao Jun: "Isn't this a big deal? There are no sticks in the mountains at this time."

At this point, Zhao Youcai stretched out his hand to Zhao Jun and said, "Give it to me, I'll send it to your mother, and let her make soup tomorrow morning."

"What kind of soup are you making?" Zhao Jun did not hand over the ginseng to Zhao Youcai. At this time, countless thoughts flashed through his mind, but he said that there was no evidence. Zhao Youcai would not admit anything like this after being exposed.

Thinking of this, Zhao Jun changed his approach and said: "This mallet is not enough for medicine!"

This is not Zhao Jun's nonsense. If this mallet was up to standard, he would have sold it directly and would not have buried it in the ground again.

"Why isn't it enough?" Zhao Youcai sat sideways on the edge of the kang, stretched out his hand and grabbed Zhao Jun's arm, snatched the small ginseng in his hand, held it in his hand, glared at Zhao Jun, and said, "We don't use it as medicine either. Isn’t it enough for us to make soup?”

"Where's Qianha?" Suddenly, a voice sounded from behind Zhao Youcai.

Zhao Youcai was startled and saw Wang Meilan standing at the door holding a kettle.

"Ah... Lan." Zhao Youcai moved his butt, handed the ginseng to Wang Meilan, and said, "I bought the stick. I'll get up early tomorrow morning and kill another one for that chick. After all your hard work, hard work, Make another pot of soup."

As he said that, Zhao Youcai flicked the other one in the air and said, "Hurry up and let that tiger's leg heal."

Wang Meilan glanced sideways at Zhao Youcai and did not take the ginseng from his hand. Instead, she asked Zhao Jun: "Son, what did you say just now?"

"Is it okay?" Zhao Youcai quickly pulled over and said, "Our family is not making medicinal materials, we are just making soup. This mallet is definitely enough."

"It's not enough, it's not even worth fifty yuan!" Zhao Jun took the ginseng from Zhao Youcai, showed it to Wang Meilan and said, "This... doesn't even have second-grade leaves, who would buy this thing?"

Hearing Zhao Jun's words, Wang Meilan looked at Zhao Youcai with an unkind look. From the moment Zhao Youcai entered the house, Wang Meilan could tell that something was wrong with him. At this time, Wang Meilan knew that Zhao Youcai was up to something again without even asking.

"Um..." Zhao Youcai clicked his eyes twice and said wisely in a hurry: "I asked you to say this, you understand this thing, do I understand it? Then why do they sell me, I will give them money."

"What's that?" Zhao Jun said angrily: "How much money do you have in your pocket, how much does he want?"

Zhao Jun was also angry and did not do this.

"I..." Zhao Youcai has a strong psychological quality, but he still doesn't blush when he lies. He said: "They want eighty, so I tried my best to reach fifty."

"Who is it?" Zhao Jun asked.

"Huh?" Zhao Youcai was startled and then heard Zhao Jun say: "Who is so dark?"

"You don't know him." Zhao Youcai said: "You can always meet an old mountain dog when you go hiking in the mountains."

With that said, Zhao Youcai turned to Wang Meilan and said, "Old Xunlu Bangzi is alone. I thought he was poor and ignorant, so I didn't insist on talking to them either."

Zhao Youcai knew that Wang Meilan was kind-hearted and thought that his speech would arouse Wang Meilan's empathy.

Wang Meilan is kind, but Wang Meilan is not stupid. Wang Meilan glanced sideways at Zhao Youcai, waiting for him to continue.

Zhao Youcai was stunned for a moment, but he heard Zhao Jun say from the side: "Dad, is he pitiful? He can't deceive others, can he?"

"What are you talking about? Then... then..." Just as Zhao Youcai's brain was running rapidly, Zhao Jun said: "Okay, dad. Don't say anything else. You are being honest."

Zhao Youcai: "..."

Zhao Youcai never thought that he was related to the word "reality". This was probably the first time in his life that someone praised him. Although this man was his son, Zhao Youcai felt so uncomfortable when he heard it.

Wang Meilan, who was standing aside, was angry just now, but now she was almost bursting with joy.

"Dad!" Zhao Jun stood up from the kang and said, "I'm going to warm up the quilt, and we'll go to bed early. Tomorrow morning we'll have a meal, and we'll go up the mountain at five o'clock."

"Ah?" Zhao Youcai was startled and said hurriedly: "What are you doing up the mountain so early? Big Paw doesn't get up that early. Besides, let's block it in a short distance. We still have a car. We can leave home at seven or eight o'clock. It was still warm then.”

"No!" Zhao Jun waved his hand and said, "Let's go find that old mountain dog tomorrow morning. Dad, you don't understand this stick, so I'll go chat with him."

"Don't, don't!" Zhao Youcai said, "What are you doing? I've already finished talking about it, why are you going there again?"

"You can't even finish the conversation!" Wang Meilan interjected from the side and said, "Aren't you being deceived?"

Speaking of this, Wang Meilan stretched out her hand to pull on Zhao Youcai's shoulder and said, "That day you asked my son to step back from the dog's front, why didn't you say so?"

"I..." Zhao Youcai was speechless.

"That's not good!" Zhao Jun echoed: "What happens in the end? Can I buy a dog and go up the mountain so that it can be used? Dad, don't say anything. You are just being deceived. Let's do this tomorrow. I want my money back!”

"Pull him down!" Zhao Youcai grabbed Zhao Jun and said, "That old man has a very dirty temper. If he doesn't get it right, we won't do anything again. We are not afraid of him, but we can't afford to offend these two people. Otherwise, what the hell? Well, that’s it this time, I won’t have any contact with him from now on.”

"Is that possible? He still has a dirty temper?" Zhao Jun said angrily: "If not, let's go to Lengchang tomorrow and let my third uncle take over. I don't believe that! He still dares to play with me. Swords, guns and cannons?”

Zhao Youcai: "..."

That Xing San is not an ordinary person, even Xie Sun regards him as an idol, and Qin Qiang has not gotten off the kang since he stabbed him.

Seeing that Zhao Youcai remained silent, Wang Meilan waved her hand and said, "Okay, let's leave it at that!"

"No!" Zhao Youcai shouted and said, "There's no need for that. When I go to work in two days, I can ask him to get the money back!"

When Zhao Youcai said this, his heart felt like a knife had been cut open. He couldn't wait to add fifty more stocks to the small treasury. He hadn't warmed up yet and had to take it back.

At this time, Zhao Youcai hoped that Zheng Donghai would not be ruined by the leopard skin, and that he could come to Yong'an one day.

While thinking about it, Zhao Youcai went to take the ginseng from Zhao Jun's hand.

But when he stretched out his hand, he saw Zhao Jun hiding aside.

"What are you doing?" Zhao Youcai said, "Don't you want to quit?"

"I asked him to refund the money to us." Zhao Jun said, handed the ginseng in his hand to Wang Meilan and said: "Mom, my dad said he will kill the chicken tomorrow morning, and then it will be your job to make the soup."

"Okay!" Wang Meilan agreed first, then quickly walked aside and put down the kettle, then turned back and took the ginseng before Zhao Youcai reached out.

"No?" Zhao Youcai was a little confused. He looked at Zhao Jun angrily and said angrily: "You're going to tell me... No, are you playing with swords, guns and cannons with others?"

"What's going on, Dad?" Zhao Jun asked, pretending to be confused, "What do you mean by swords, guns and cannons?"

"What's going on?" Zhao Youcai said: "You want to refund the money, but you can't give the stick to others?"

"You don't want to refund all the money!" Zhao Jun said: "I bought a second-grade leaf for only thirty or forty yuan. This... you go and leave ten yuan for him, and the remaining forty yuan should be returned to my mother."

"Forty?" Zhao Youcai had just raised his objection when Zhao Jun said, "For this price, that's a lot for him."

At this time, Zhao Youcai still didn't think Zhao Jun could recognize the ginseng seedling, and he didn't know that he had been exposed.

Based on the idea that ten dollars is ten dollars and ten dollars is better than nothing, Zhao Youcai pursed his lips and gritted his teeth, admitting it!

"Okay, son!" Wang Meilan and Zhao Jun looked at each other. After the two exchanged glances, Wang Meilan said, "Hurry up and make the quilt. If you two want to chat, lie down and chat."

"I'm not going to talk to him." Zhao Youcai suddenly turned around and went to roll leaf cigarettes himself.

…

In the west room of the Li family.

Black Tiger was lying on the edge of the kang, his dark eyes darting around.

Li Baoyu was lying in the middle. He flipped through the little book in his hand, glanced at Li Ruhai, who had his back to him and faced the kang cabinet, and said, "You can't eat? How about I warm it up for you?"

As soon as Li Baoyu said these words, the black tiger on his back raised his head instantly.

"Don't eat." Li Ruhai said softly.

It was time to say it or not. Faced with Li Baoyu's concern, Li Ruhai suddenly felt a little touched in his heart.

But the next second, Li Baoyu said "Hey" and said with a smile: "Brother, we scholars are getting more and more courageous when we are frustrated. How about you get up, write hard, and use your little old book to make up some stories about our father. Hurry up. That guy will hold another meeting before New Year's Day. If you go on stage and make a loud speech, let's see if he dares to hit you again!"

The turmoil in Li Ruhai's heart disappeared, and he squeezed out one word between his lips and teeth: "Get out..."