The whole mountain is my hunting ground

Zhao Jun came out of his home and walked all the way outside the village. When he met fellow villagers who greeted him on the way, Zhao Jun said that he was carrying a gun and went up the mountain to escape. As for why he didn't go to work, Zhao Jun didn't say anything, but the people in the village were not surprised.

After leaving Yong'an Tun, Zhao Jun entered the mountain farm and walked along the mountain road to Yong'an Forest Farm.

After walking for nearly two hours, Zhao Junlai was outside the Yongan Forest Farm, hiding behind the branches under the acceptance team.

At this time, Zhao Youcai also asked for leave from the forest farm. The two of them were acting in secret today. No one except Wang Meilan knew what they were going to do.

Therefore, Zhao Jun did not take the commuter bus with Zhao Youcai because he was afraid that it would be difficult to explain when asked.

But these days there is no communication equipment, so the two of them can only meet near the forest farm. Otherwise, they may not be able to find the other if they go into the mountains.

When Zhao Youcai came from the forest farm, he saw Zhao Jun gesturing to him behind the branches. Upon seeing this, Zhao Youcai stopped walking towards Zhao Jun, but turned to the west.

At the same time, Zhao Jun set off, and the father and son met five hundred meters away and walked along the mountain road together.

It was the first time for the father and son to go up the mountain together, and they both seemed a little reluctant to let go.

I saw Zhao Jun in front and Zhao Youcai behind. Both of them looked serious and walked quickly along the way.

In this way, the father and son walked over the mountains and ridges from about eight o'clock until nearly twelve o'clock.

For three hours, Zhao Jun and Zhao Youcai came to a hilltop. There is a row of abandoned shacks here. It can be seen that these old-fashioned wooden houses are half outside and half embedded among the rocks. Most of them have decayed. Only the door frame of one shack remains standing in the mountain wind.

This is what the nearby mountain people call the Widow Wang’s door frame.

Zhao Jun and Zhao Youcai passed by and looked at the two mountains opposite. The hilltop on the left is Linban 61, and the hilltop on the right is Linban 62. The sandwich hillock in the middle should be where the old village is.

Going down the mountain from here, there is a hilly fork in the middle that leads directly there. It must have been from here that Yang Xiazi and others went to Laotunzi to get sticks and sticks to treat the wounded.

"Dad!" Zhao Jun called Zhao Youcai and said, "Let's get some food."

"Yeah." Zhao Youcai nodded and said according to the rules: "First find a place to squat."

The two of them seemed to be talking about the same thing. They found a place to open the lunch boxes and cans they brought from home in the morning. In order to save time, they didn't get too excited. They just used chopsticks to hold the canned fish and had a simple lunch with steamed buns.

After they had eaten and drank enough, the father and son continued on their way. When they passed the post and reached the sandwich post, Zhao Jun took a look at the surrounding mountainous terrain.

In his previous life, he came here for a walk, and he knew that the ditches and ponds in the north were flooded during the rainy season, so he stayed to the south, that is, the side close to the 61 Forest Farm, and took Zhao Youcai along.

Along the way, Zhao Youcai became more and more frustrated.

You know, in July and August, ginseng seeds turn from green to red, which is the so-called red hammer.

At that time, there was a little red in the green bushes, which was the best time to put ginseng. When the ginseng seeds had fallen off, the original red hammer now looked like a thin brush broom, so it was also called a brush broom.

After the white dew arrives, the ginseng is exposed on the surface and the leaves and stems are all withered and yellow. At this time, it is called Huang Luo Umbrella.

Today is October 8th, 1987. There will be frost in sixteen days, and one month ago, September 8th will be white dew.

This month has passed, and the grass and trees in the mountains are all withered and yellow. Those sticks are not even yellow umbrellas anymore. At most, there is only one stick left. From a distance, it looks like a blade of grass, mixed in the grass. Who can spot it?

Although Zhao Youcai didn't let the ginseng go, he had also heard people say that most of the tricks were driven into the mountains when they were chasing red hammers, and they didn't even follow the rules of brush brooms and yellow umbrellas. Now is the time to get the mallet! I'm afraid it's not the right time!

"Pah! Pah!" Suddenly, two crisp sounds were heard. It turned out that Zhao Jun used a rope and struck a tree twice with a stick.

Seeing Zhao Jun looking back at him, Zhao Youcai quickly stepped forward and came to Zhao Jun's side.

At this time, Zhao Jun turned to the left and saw traces of peeling and chiseling on the red pine.

Over the years, the areas without bark have become the same color as the surrounding bark.

Zhao Youcai looked closely and identified them carefully. Although he didn't understand the signs in Fangshanxing, they were very simple and Zhao Youcai could make a rough guess.

Suddenly, Zhao Youcai suddenly turned his head and looked at Zhao Jun. At the same time, he raised his hand and gestured with a slap, which meant that the old omen recorded that fifth-grade leaves had been produced here.

Zhao Jun smiled and nodded, and whispered to Zhao Youcai: "Dad, look at the old man, or else you can kowtow to the seniors."

"Get lost!" When Zhao Youcai heard this, he became anxious on the spot. He didn't care about talking nonsense when releasing the mountain, and directly scolded: "Little brat, you are fooling me, you let me knock, why don't you knock?" Woolen cloth?"

Zhao Jun heard this and said with a smile: "Dad, don't you know? The mountain god asked me to arrest the zoo. Can they bear it if I kowtow?"

"Go! Go!" Zhao Youcai raised his hand in a chasing motion and said at the same time: "If you sneer again, I'll kick you!"

Seeing that Zhao Youcai didn't know how to tease, Zhao Jun didn't dare to joke with him anymore. Otherwise, what if these two Gudong were really anxious and beat themselves up in this mountain forest?

Thinking of this, Zhao Jun half-raised the rope and plucked the stick and continued to move forward. After walking a few steps, there were two pine trees facing the door, one on the left and one on the right, one and a half meters apart.

There are old signs on these two trees!

Zhao Jun stepped forward to take a look. On the pine tree on the left, there was a record that more than fifty years ago, three people held a three-miao mallet here. Moreover, there are two seedlings with five leaves and one seedling with four leaves.

Looking at the pine tree on the right, I remember that more than 20 years ago, a group of nine people were here holding one seedling with five leaves, four seedlings with four leaves, and seven seedlings with three leaves.

More than fifty years ago, it should have been Blind Yang and the others, and the nine people from twenty years ago must have been the group Jiang Hua recorded in the booklet.

And the old sign from before was also left by this group of people. As recorded by Jiang Hua, they were active here for a full month, and they must have taken the mallet from here more than once.

Zhao Youcai stood next to Zhao Jun and looked at the old signs on the two trees. He couldn't help but feel a little excited. These two groups of people have all held fifth-grade leaves. How much does that cost? But looking at the weeds surrounding the pond, Zhao Youcai couldn't help but feel a little sad.

Zhao Jun continued to walk forward. This forest was a standard mixed coniferous and broad-leaved forest. The key is that the slope faces the southeast. Sunlight hits the hillside every day, but the direct sunlight does not last too long, which is suitable for ginseng growth.

Zhao Jun also knew that if you go up here and turn over to the other side of Gangliangzi, there is a mountain stream, and the gurgling stream runs from north to south.

In his previous life, when Zhao Jun met the Pang family and his son near here, he had not yet entered this industry. Therefore, I pass through the treasure land without knowing it.

Visiting this place again at this time, Zhao Jun is sure that this is a treasure land that produces high-quality ginseng!

Zhao Jun raised his stick, lightly whipped the tree next to him, and muttered: "Mountain God, boss, open the door!"

Zhao Youcai next to him twitched the corner of his mouth, thinking that just now he asked you to arrest someone, and now he asked them to open the door. It would be strange if there really was a mountain god who could open the door for you.

Zhao Jun didn't care what Zhao Youcai thought, he just picked up the rope and moved the stick and walked forward.

In this late autumn season, the ground was covered with withered yellow leaves, which made a rustling sound every time Zhao Jun stepped on them.

But he still walked slowly and slowly, and at the same time he kept stirring the withered grass around him with the rope and stick in his hand.

Zhao Youcai was following behind. At this time, he saw that Zhao Jun was decent, and he couldn't help but feel a glimmer of hope in his heart. After all, Zhao Jun was still holding a mallet at the beginning of spring, so he could do it now if he was unprepared.

But Zhao Jun wandered around this hillside for nearly an hour, but there was no goods. Zhao Youcai felt awkward following his son all the time, so he simply went not far away and found a dry place to sit against a tree.

Zhao Youcai also thought about it. When Zhao Jun found Bang Chui, it wouldn't be too late for him to go there.

Ten minutes later, Zhao Youcai fell asleep in a daze, while Zhao Jun was still digging for grass.

About an hour later, everyone on Zhao Youcai's side had gone to sleep, and Zhao Jun also walked to a place close to Gangliangzi.

Zhao Jun held the rope in his hand and plucked the stick, watching from a high position. The gentle mountain wind blew by, and the yellow grass on the hillside was covered with all the yellow grass.

Zhao Jun stood quietly, looking back and forth. He wanted to get the mallet at this time, but it was more difficult than at the beginning of spring. Zhao Jun searched for a long time without success, so he had no choice but to stick it to Xuan Shang.

At this time, Zhao Youcai woke up. He squinted his sleepy eyes and saw Zhao Jun standing above.

Seeing his son's attitude of pointing out the country, Zhao Youcai curled his lips, pulled the skirt of his clothes tightly in front of his chest, curled his neck slightly, and prepared to sleep again.

But at this moment, Zhao Jun saw that when the withered yellow grass swayed in the wind four or five meters in front of Zhao Youcai, there seemed to be brilliance flowing on the grass blades.

I don't know if it was a normal reflection or something else, but Zhao Jun went straight to Zhao Youcai with his stick in hand.

Zhao Youcai was about to close his eyes when he saw Zhao Jun holding a stick and running towards him menacingly.

Zhao Youcai was shocked, but then he thought, this is his son, no matter how fierce he is, he will not beat me.

So, under Zhao Youcai's surprised eyes, Zhao Jun walked to the piece of yellow grass, squatted down and used his hands to push aside the grass to identify it carefully.

This is the last resort in desperation. According to the elders, every plant and tree around the ginseng is dyed with "fairy energy", and the grass and leaves are all shiny.

Zhao Jun has never verified this statement, so he had no choice but to take a gamble today.

But as his hand moved in the grass, his palm suddenly stopped, and the index and middle fingers of his right hand clamped a grass stalk.

Grass stalks are different from grass blades. The grass blades are flat, but this grass stalk has no leaves on the top and bottom, and it is not as tall as the grass seeds.

Zhao Jun knelt on the ground with one knee, holding a straw in one hand, and deep into his shoulder pocket with the other hand, and took out the red cloth bag containing the antler key.

At this time, Zhao Youcai on the side jumped up from the ground and came to Zhao Jun's side in a few steps.

At this time, Zhao Jun had already pulled out the dead grass around him and used the antler key to break through the soil.

Here in the Yong'an Forest Area, the herders don't like to use the so-called deer bone drills. They all use deer antler spoons.

Compared with the deer bone pick, the deer antler spoon is more rounded and less likely to damage the ginseng skin. Moreover, the soil where ginseng grows is not too dry or too hard, so breaking the soil with a deer antler spoon is not a problem at all.

Zhao Jun's hands moved quickly, pushing aside the soil and picking up the ginseng whiskers. The series of movements made Zhao Youcai dazzled and frightened.

If you have to dig out the beard, the price will be much different!

As the antler key continued to move downwards, ginseng and reed heads were unearthed. Zhao Youcai, a layman, simply watched the excitement with surprise. But Zhao Jun saw the cross-sea spending on ginseng.

Zhao Jun looked in the direction pointed across the sea. Not only did he have to remember the direction, but he also had to keep the angle correct. And after he looked away, he continued to use the antlers to move the soil.

The deeper Zhao Jun dug, the brighter Zhao Youcai's eyes became. The body of the seedling ginseng that had broken through the ground at this time was thicker than his thumb. This thing was obviously not small!

Seeing Zhao Jun kneeling there, cleaning the ginseng roots one by one, and a little sunlight shining on Zhao Jun's face, causing a slight sweat on his forehead, Zhao Youcai thought for a while and took out the handkerchief from his pocket.

Sensing Zhao Youcai's movements, Zhao Jun stopped holding the antler key in his hand and turned to face Zhao Youcai.

Zhao Youcai hurriedly took a handkerchief and gently wiped the sweat from Zhao Jun's forehead and temples. The gentleness of his movements was in sharp contrast to Zhao Youcai, who was about to kick Zhao Jun before.

After wiping Zhao Jun's sweat, Zhao Youcai gave Zhao Jun another bright smile. When he saw his son rolling his eyes, Zhao Youcai also smiled and continued to squat aside and watch Zhao Jun's movements.

Zhao Jun dug this seedling of ginseng for more than 40 minutes. The ginseng roots became thinner and longer as he went down, and they penetrated deeper. He went from kneeling on one knee to kneeling on both knees, bit by bit. Ginseng was dug out of the soil.

When a whole seedling of ginseng appeared in front of Zhao Youcai's eyes, Ergudong's eyes widened. At this moment, he wanted to describe the seedling of ginseng as "white, fat, white and fat", which showed how good it looked.

"Son." Zhao Youcai looked at Zhao Jun with wide eyes and asked, "How many leaves do you need?"

Zhao Jun looked at the mallet in his hand, shook his head slightly and said, "It must be at least fifth grade."

"Fifth grade..." Zhao Youcai hurriedly asked, "Then how much does it cost?"

Upon hearing this, Zhao Jun looked at the ginseng held by his hands from top to bottom and said, "This is valuable!"

At this point, Zhao Jun added: "It can cost four thousand yuan."

This ginseng seedling, in terms of sales, is better than the sixth-grade leaves that Zhao Jun dug out before, and the sixth-grade leaves of that seedling were sold for a high price of 3,700 yuan!

"Four thousand!" After hearing Zhao Jun's words, Zhao Youcai's eyes widened instantly. He subconsciously stretched out his hand to touch the ginseng, but when his hand was about to touch the ginseng, he pulled it back as if he was electrocuted.

"Dad!" Zhao Jun said to Zhao Youcai: "Don't look at me anymore. Hurry up and peel off the pine bark and moss to wrap this mallet."

"Hey, hey!" When Zhao Youcai heard this, he ran to the left, but after two steps, he felt something was wrong, so he ran to the right again.

When Zhao Youcai came to the pine tree with the old sign engraved fifty years ago, Zhao Youcai, who was holding a knife, suddenly knelt in front of the pine tree, casually inserted the knife to the side, and banged his head three times at the pine tree.