The whole mountain is my hunting ground

"Step on stage!"

Zhao Jun's voice carried down with the wind and reached the downwind.

In the ditch and pond, Liu Laowu and Jiang Laosan, who were digging for their mother-in-law, were stunned.

"Third brother, listen!" Liu Laowu couldn't tell which direction the sound was coming from, so he only shouted to Jiang Laosan: "This is a big job, and we built another lamp stand!"

The "step by step climb higher" that Zhao Jun shouted just now is actually the "light stand", but just like Erjiazhen, when shouting the mountain bombing horn, he cannot shout the "step by step climb higher", but can only shout "step by step climb higher".

Jiang Laosan stopped digging wild vegetables, stood up, listened and looked around with his ears raised, but for a long time he couldn't tell where the sound came from.

This is normal. Many people who have been hunting have heard the roar of a bear in the distance when they entered the mountain, but they could not find the specific location of the bear.

This is called being unable to open a mountain.

Jiang Laosan turned around and was not sure where the person who released the mountain was now, but remembering that the time between the key to the mountain and the climb step by step was less than five minutes, Jiang Laosan said bitterly: "This special How about playing in the mountains? How about bragging?"

You must know that this is not July or August. At this time, the leaves are closed, the grass is growing, the ginseng seedlings have just sprouted, and there are no red hammers at all. How to find ginseng?

Along with Jiang Laosan and Liu Laowu, there was Mrs. Xiao, who was quite capable of doing this when the old man was alive. But since the old man died, Jiang Laosan really didn't know who else in these eight villages had such ability.

"Brother, how did you find this?" At this time, Zhang Yuanmin didn't care about anything else, he rushed to Zhao Jun and asked.

Zhao Jun had already dug up the soil covering the ginseng and used a small wooden stick to plow the soil wrapped in the ginseng. The soil was wrapped in ginseng whiskers. If it is broken and the quality is incomplete, it will not be sold at a high price.

After all, whether ginseng is expensive or not depends not on the size, but on the quality. A good ginseng seedling must have all the reeds, whiskers, shape and body.

Logically speaking, at this time, one should use a deer antler spoon and a deer bone hammer, but Zhao Jun didn't have anything to do with those guys, so he just picked up a small wooden stick and started to poke it.

This is not a problem for Zhao Jun. In his previous life, when he was in the mountains of Lesozavodsk in the Rakshasa Kingdom, he stayed alone in the primeval forest for a month.

It was really survival in the wild. Many times, there was no food to eat, no clothing to cover the body, and the only essential item on the body was US dollars.

Although this dollar cannot be eaten or drunk, it is used to buy lives at the moment of life and death.

Because there must be local old men in the mountains. When these old men meet the mountain rangers from China, they will immediately pick up their guns. If they want to survive, they have to raise their hands and shout: "Knife!" Knife."

When he hears there are dollars, the old man will come over. After taking the dollars, he will take away all the ginseng and daily necessities, but he will let the person live.

But if you don’t have dollars, it’s just a shot to the head. Then, loot all the belongings of the deceased.

Especially ginseng.

Although these old men do not have the culture of farming, they know that they can sell this ginseng to the Chinese people in the city.

Selling money is secondary, the main thing is Chinese liquor, which is the best thing for them.

Zhao Jun lived in that mountain for five years. During those five years, he was always on tenterhooks. It could be said that he kept his head in his belt.

As far as Zhao Jun knew, there were no less than ten people he knew who had never been heard from again after entering the deep mountains and forests.

Therefore, whenever he dug up ginseng, he would wrap it up and hide it, and then take it out one by one when he came out of the mountain.

In such a difficult environment, Zhao Jun was forced to master the ability to lift ginseng without tools.

At this moment, I saw him using the small wooden stick to push away the corroded soil next to the ginseng beard, doing so gently and quickly.

What's even more amazing is that while he was carrying the ginseng, he could still talk to Zhang Yuanmin. He pointed to the east, pointed to the place where two jiazi were found, and said to Zhang Yuanmin: "Those seniors, didn't they dig out a sixth-grade ginseng?" Ye, that's where it comes from."

"You all know this!" Zhang Yuanmin exclaimed, squatted next to Zhao Jun, and said to him: "Brother, I won't dig up those two jiazi, wait until you dig them up."

"Okay." Zhao Jun's hands were a little raw, but he still lifted the ginseng very quickly. Seeing that the ginseng reed head was exposed, he dug deeper, and suddenly his hands moved.

I saw a small branch sticking out of the ginseng, which is called crossing the sea in the industry.

At this time, the cross-sea point was pointing directly at Zhao Jun. Zhao Jun stood up, walked around to the other side, and looked up towards the hillside.

After watching for a while, Zhao Jun withdrew his gaze again and looked at the place where the two Erjiazi came out.

"Brother, what's wrong?" Zhang Yuanmin stood up and followed Zhao Jun's gaze, looking east and west, but he could see nothing except dead branches and rotten leaves all over the hillside.

"Brother." Zhao Jun said to Zhang Yuanmin seriously: "After we go back today, you can't tell others that we just left it here with the mallet."

"Yeah, yeah." Zhang Yuanmin nodded repeatedly and said, "Brother, I will listen to you."

"Well." Zhao Jun looked around, then turned back to Zhang Yuanmin and said, "Brother, this place can produce big things!"

"Ah? Really?" Zhang Yuanmin was surprised and happy when he heard this. Although he doesn't give up, he also knows what big goods mean.

"Really." Zhao Jun nodded and said, "At least one seedling with five-grade leaves and one seedling with four-grade leaves can be grown here."

"Five-grade leaves...really!"

"Really." Zhao Jun looked around and frowned: "You can't see the sixth-grade leaves now. I won't know if there are any until I get the fifth-grade leaves."

"Oh, brother, you can see this? How did you see it?" After Zhang Yuanmin finished speaking, he touched around, but what he saw were trees, dead branches, and rotten leaves.

When Zhao Jun heard this, he laughed and said: "Brother, this brother can't teach you, this can only be passed on to my son."

Zhang Yuanmin smiled and didn't take it seriously. He just said: "That's for sure. Brother is just curious."

"Okay, brother, don't be curious." Zhao Jun pointed around and said to Zhang Yuanmin: "Look where you can pick up some moss and pine bark. We can pack the mallet later."

"Hey, okay." Zhang Yuanmin agreed immediately and said, "This is simple, brother, just take a look at mine."

Zhang Yuanmin left after saying this, while Zhao Jun squatted down and continued to lift the ginseng.

After he took out the lampstand, Zhang Yuanmin, who was waiting aside, came over with moss and pine bark. He first put the pine bark aside and held a piece of moss in his hands.

Zhao Jun put the ginseng on the moss and slightly gathered the ginseng whiskers, just like rolling green onions in a pancake, so that the moss could wrap up the ginseng.

This is to prevent bumping, but also to moisturize and maintain the moisture of the ginseng itself.

Then, the outside is wrapped with pine bark, which is called ginseng bun. From ancient times to the present, farmers have done this when carrying ginseng.

"Brother." Zhang Yuanmin tied the pine bark roll with a small string and asked Zhao Jun, "Do you need to sell this mallet quickly?"

This ginseng is not as removable as bear bile. After the ginseng is taken out, it is better to get rid of it as soon as possible.

"Yeah." Zhao Jun thought for a while and then said, "Brother, follow me up the mountain tomorrow morning, and I'll find someone."