The whole mountain is my hunting ground

When Zhao Jun opened the moss, Wang Meilan was stunned, and then asked Zhao Jun anxiously: "Son, where can I put this?"

Zhao Jun smiled and said: "I got it from the mountains."

"Take it?" Wang Meilan became even more anxious after hearing this, and asked: "Whose is it?"

Zhao Jun suddenly burst into laughter, hurriedly went over to help Wang Meilan sit down, and then said: "Mom, taking is a jargon for letting go of the mountain, and taking is digging. Your son dug this all by himself."

"Ah?" Wang Meilan looked at Zhao Jun and blinked, feeling like she was dreaming.

"Son!" Wang Meilan grabbed Zhao Jun's wrist and said, "Don't people put in ginseng before autumn?"

Zhao Jun said with a smile: "The mountain god always gives your son money. We don't care when he gives it. If you give it, we will take it."

Zhao Jun said, opening the other four ginseng buns and letting Wang Meilan see them.

Wang Meilan looked at the ginseng in front of her and wanted to reach out to touch it, but when her fingers almost touched the ginseng, she pulled it back as if she was electrocuted.

Zhao Jun pointed to the largest ginseng seedling and smiled at Wang Meilan: "Mom, how much do you think this seedling costs?"

"How much is it?" When the money was mentioned, Wang Meilan's eyes lit up and she raised her head and asked.

Zhao Jun raised his left hand, pressed his thumb against his little finger, raised the middle three fingers, and gestured to Wang Meilan.

"Three hundred?" Although Wang Meilan didn't let the ginseng go to the mountain, she had heard people in the village talk about it. It seemed that wild ginseng was not cheap when sold down the mountain.

Zhao Jun smiled when he heard this, shook his head, and said to Wang Meilan: "Add another zero!"

"Three thousand!" Wang Meilan suddenly got up from the kang, frowned and looked at Zhao Jun, and asked: "Who did you listen to, son? How can this thing be so expensive?"

When Wang Meilan heard people in the village talking about wild ginseng, they could sell it for hundreds, which was a high price. She had never heard of ginseng selling for more than a thousand, let alone one that could sell for three thousand.

Zhao Jun raised his hand with a smile, made a palm knife with his palm horizontally, moved down from the ginseng reed head, and said to Wang Meilan: "Mom, no one can find fault with the appearance of this seedling stick stick, even if it's three thousand.

The day after tomorrow I will go to Lingnan with Baoyu. There are supply and marketing cooperatives and pharmacies there. I will sell to whomever offers the highest price. "

When Wang Meilan heard this, she stood on the edge of the kang, hunched over and looked at the six-pin leaf. After looking at it for a long time, she raised her head and asked Zhao Jun, "Son, where are the other mallets?"

"Those few seedlings are just average." Zhao Jun said with a smile: "Together, they can be sold for three to two hundred."

"So much difference?" Wang Meilan asked in surprise.

Zhao Jun nodded and said: "This thing is very particular about its appearance."

Wang Meilan heard this, looked at Zhao Jun with a smile, and said: "My son is really promising, he can even use the mallet!"

Before, she heard Li Ruhai say that Zhao Jun had discussed with his elder brother to dig ginseng in the mountains when autumn came, but Wang Meilan didn't take it seriously.

But now, Zhao Jun gave her a big surprise.

Zhao Jun began to wrap the ginseng. As he was wrapping it, he said to Wang Meilan: "Mom, Baoyu, I, and my brother Zhang dug the sixth-grade leaves together. They will get a share of the money after selling them."

"Ah, son, it's up to you." Wang Meilan said with a smile: "You can do things, don't worry, mom, you are better than your dad."

"I feel the same way." Zhao Jun laughed and said to Wang Meilan: "Mom, when I come back tomorrow, I will give you all the money."

In fact, Zhao Jun initially planned to sell the five seedlings of ginseng secretly, and then keep the money without telling Wang Meilan.

Zhao Jun is like this not because of anything else, but because he is afraid that my mother will spend all the money on his marriage.

Therefore, Zhao Jun thought about hiding some money. If Wang Meilan became unwell, he would still have money to pay for medical treatment even if he went to the provincial hospital.

But just now, Zhao Jun suddenly felt something in his heart, and wanted to show these ginseng to my mother, firstly to make her happy, and secondly to make her feel at ease.

As for seeing a doctor in the future, aren’t the dozen bear gall bladders in the warehouse enough?

Furthermore, Zhao Jun is also confident that he can make another large sum of money before autumn.

Wang Meilan sat on the side, watching Zhao Jun tie the ginseng buns with a smile on her face, tilted her head and thought about it, and suddenly laughed out loud.

"Mom, what are you thinking about? It's so successful." Hearing laughter, Zhao Jun raised his head and asked.

At this time, he felt very comfortable. He could make my mother happy by doing this, which was worth it.

"Son!" When Wang Meilan spoke, she sat back a little, then stretched out her hands to move her legs up, picked up a plate, and said to Zhao Jun: "Mom has thought about it. Before you get married, mom will do it for you." It’s so beautiful that it’s a good example for all the people living in these ten miles and eight villages.”

"Haha..." Zhao Jun was happy when he heard this. He also sat on the edge of the kang, looked at Wang Meilan and asked, "Mom, how much will it cost?"

"How much money do you have, how much money do you spend!" Wang Meilan raised her right hand and pushed it out, and said proudly: "Mom, you are the only son, and you have two sisters. What is mom doing with the money? Mom has to arrange your marriage. …”

At this point, Wang Meilan paused, pointed her hand out of the window, and said: "This is the first time my son has had this since the establishment of this forest farm."

"Okay." Zhao Jun smiled and said, "Mom, you have the final say!"

…

Tonight, Zhao Youcai came back from get off work early and brought back two lunch boxes from the canteen.

When he opened the door, he saw Wang Meilan cutting wild boar meat in front of the pot.

"Lan Na, look what I brought back for you!" Zhao Youcai put the lunch box in front of Wang Meilan as if he were offering a treasure.

But his hot face is destined to end up in a cold butt.

Wang Meilan glared at him and said angrily: "Didn't you see that my hands were busy?"

"Ah." Zhao Youcai hurriedly put the lunch boxes on the stove. When he opened the first one, he saw a lunch box containing seven raw eggs with skin inside.

Zhao Youcai opened another lunch box and saw a piece of beef tendon inside.

This is a rare thing!

In the entire Yong'an Village, few people can eat beef all year round.

"Oops!" Wang Meilan was also stunned and asked subconsciously: "Where did it come from?"

"Cooking leftovers for Director Xiao."

"Put it there." Wang Meilan pointed casually and said, "I'll cut it into pieces and blanch it later, and I'll stew the radish for you to eat tomorrow morning."

This piece of beef doesn't even weigh a pound. It can't be stewed dry.

When Zhao Jun's family makes beef stew, they like to stew it with large carrots. After frying, it is stewed in clear soup. The soup is white and the meat is tender.

Zhao Youcai naturally had no objection. He opened the lid of the lunch box and stood aside.

Wang Meilan glanced at him curiously and asked, "If you don't go into the house, what are you doing here?"

Zhao Youcai smiled when he heard this and whispered: "Lan, I helped my son buy things yesterday, and I had more than three yuan left. Why did it disappear in my pocket?"

Wang Meilan didn't hide it and said directly: "I'll take it."

"You..." Zhao Youcai's aura weakened and he smiled apologetically: "You took it all away, so why don't you leave me two cents for running errands?"

"Keep what you want." Wang Meilan said, "In the future, our family will have to be more careful about spending money. I have to save money for my son's wedding."

"What?" Zhao Youcai couldn't help but be startled when he heard her words, because he thought of the stacks of ten-yuan bills in the kang cabinet.

Zhao Youcai couldn't help but ask: "How much money can we spend on our son's marriage?"

Wang Meilan raised her head slightly, with a proud look on her face, and said, "Don't worry about it."