The whole mountain is my hunting ground

There is an old saying: cramming.

The same is true for Zhao Youcai.

I think back then, he was one of the four men who guarded the tigers in Yong'an Forest Farm. Over the years, Zhao Youcai has been deeply regretful that he failed to kill the tiger.

Even in the spring of this year, when Zhao Jun returned from catching tigers, Zhao Youcai didn't take the mountain god too seriously.

But today, the Zhao family and his son went into the mountains to plant ginseng together. In order to make money with the large goods, Zhao Youcai did anything.

But it's not over yet.

If there are other jobs, such as those who work in wood gangs or make charcoal, they will be done with just worshiping the mountain god.

But the Shen Gang not only has to worship the mountain god, but also the boss.

The legendary leader, named Sun Liang, is the founder of the Fangshan people. It can be said that the methods of the Shen Gang were basically passed down from him.

Therefore, after apologizing to the mountain god for Zhao Jun, Zhao Youcai kowtowed three more times to the old man's house, and said loudly: "Old master, please pray that our visit today will not be in vain. The antlers of the spoon will be thrown into the ground. Si'er, Si'er They’re all big stuff!”

Hearing Zhao Youcai's shouting, Zhao Jun over there couldn't bear it any longer. He turned his back and laughed twice.

At this time, Zhao Youcai kowtowed again. When he raised his head and stood up, he knelt and raised his hands, with the palms of his hands pointing toward the old man's house, and said loudly: "Master Mountain God! The boss! The door is open..."

Zhao Youcai's loud voice echoed in the mountains, and Zhao Jun, not far away, looked at his father with a smile.

Suddenly, Zhao Youcai stopped, turned his head suddenly, and looked at Zhao Jun with an evil look.

Zhao Jun was startled and hurriedly stopped his smile, but when he saw Zhao Youcai getting up from the ground, he ran towards him aggressively.

Zhao Jun was stunned and looked at Zhao Youcai with a frown, wondering why this man was so angry?

Zhao Youcai came in front of Zhao Jun, raised his leg and kicked Zhao Jun on the butt. With this kick, he slapped the upper part of the shoe on Zhao Jun's butt. It didn't hurt, but the kick made Zhao Jun jump forward.

"What are you doing?" Zhao Jun was also anxious, so I smiled and said, "You won't move your feet."

Zhao Youcai was also angry. He glared at Zhao Jun and shouted in a low voice: "Are you so mute?"

"Ah?" Zhao Jun suddenly fell into confusion, but Zhao Youcai said: "I call Shan, won't you agree?"

"Ah!" Zhao Jun suddenly realized, but said: "Dad, you didn't tell me that I had to answer you?"

"Then you don't understand?" Zhao Youcai said angrily: "You are stupid, just go to that pestle, what's the use of me bringing you here?"

Zhao Jun: "..."

Zhao Jun really wanted to ask Zhao Youcai, who brought whom among us? What's the use for me? If I don't come, how can you hold the mallet?

But Wang Meilan was not around, and Zhao Jun felt that he would be at a disadvantage if he used his rhetoric, so he endured it.

Seeing that Zhao Jun was silent, Zhao Youcai gave him a sharp look and said to Zhao Jun: "Be smart!"

After saying that, Zhao Youcai walked to the old man's house and the sacrifices, knelt down on the ground, kowtowed three times, then raised his hands and shouted: "Master Mountain God! Boss! Open the door..."

After Zhao Youcai finished speaking, Zhao Jun shouted in response: "The door is open!"

Zhao Youcai raised his hands and shouted again: "Open the door!"

Zhao Jun responded again: "The door is open!"

Zhao Youcai even shouted: "Open the door!"

Zhao Jun had no choice but to respond again: "The door is open!"

After three calls and three responses, Zhao Youcai stood up directly, clasped his hands together, bowed three times to the old man's house, and then waved at Zhao Jun: "Let's go! Let's go in!"

Zhao Jun curled his lips and followed Zhao Youcai over the mountains and hills and started on his way. The two of them walked for about two hours and finally arrived at Laotunzi again.

As soon as he arrived here, Zhao Youcai looked at the hillside covered with dead leaves and yellow grass, and couldn't help but step aside and move Zhao Jun to the front.

Zhao Jun rolled his eyes at Zhao Youcai, took off his Type 56 semi-automatic rifle, and handed it to Zhao Youcai.

Immediately afterwards, when Zhao Jun picked up his bag, Zhao Youcai reached out to take it with great discernment.

With Zhao Youcai holding the bag, Zhao Jun pulled out the antler key wrapped in red cloth from his trouser pocket, opened the cloth bag, and took the antler key in his hand.

"Dad." Zhao Jun said to Zhao Youcai, "Go and pick up some moss and pine bark. When you're done, find a place to sleep."

"I'm not sleepy." At this time, Zhao Youcai regained his kindness and kindness. He smiled at Zhao Jun and said, "Son, you should be busy first."

After saying that, Zhao Youcai ran to the big tree where he had dozed off yesterday. After putting down his things, he rushed to the mountain stream to pick up the moss.

After Zhao Youcai left, Zhao Jun stood on the spot and observed the hillside. But today he was not looking at the so-called aura or aura. Instead, after thinking twice, he went to the second pit dug yesterday.

This place is five or six meters away from the place where the seedling ginseng was unearthed yesterday. Zhao Jun calculated it based on his experience and the direction that the ginseng pointed across the sea. But there was no trace of ginseng here. Zhao Jun pressed the finger across the sea and continued to move out for nearly two meters. He stretched out his hand to stir in the grass. Suddenly, his hand stopped and he pinched a piece of grass with his thumb and index finger.

"Sure enough!" Zhao Jun's heart trembled. Yesterday, he inferred the direction based on the fifth-grade leaves and the sixth-grade leaves. But in fact, the seedling stick had already exceeded the sixth-grade leaves.

Of course, when the ginseng grows to the sixth level, the leaves will reach the top, and it will be reborn in the spring of next year, turning into a second-grade ginseng.

Zhao Jun swept around with his other hand, pulled out the surrounding weeds, and then used the antler spoon to break the ground.

When the reed head of ginseng appeared in front of Zhao Jun's eyes, Zhao Jun knew that this ginseng seedling was far less big than yesterday's seedling, but as he dug deeper, he was even more surprised.

Because the shape and body of this ginseng are so good, it can be said that even people who don’t know anything about ginseng will say good things about this ginseng just by looking at its appearance.

In this way, the price of this ginseng seedling will definitely not be low.

Zhao Jun became more and more cautious. At this time, he was kneeling on the ground, and his upper body was almost lying down. He concentrated on using the antler spoon to dig up the soil, sometimes bringing out a complete ginseng tendril.

I don't know when, Zhao Youcai appeared behind Zhao Jun. Seeing his son's movements and posture, he couldn't help but hold his breath, not even daring to take a breath.

Suddenly, Zhao Jun's hand stopped. He pressed his head down and gently picked up a ginseng whisker with a stag antler spoon.

The head of this ginseng beard was visible, but extending along the beard, the other end was not on the ginseng seedling that Zhao Jun was holding.

Seeing that Zhao Jun's hands stopped moving, Zhao Youcai hurriedly came to Zhao Jun's side, squatted and asked Zhao Jun: "Son, what happened?"

Zhao Jun didn't even look back, he just said: "Stop talking!"

As soon as Zhao Jun said this, Zhao Youcai immediately shut up and quietly took two steps back.

Zhao Jun took a deep breath. He knew that the ginseng tendril was either dug out by himself or came from another ginseng seedling.

I was careless just now, but I didn't expect that there were two ginseng seedlings hidden in this piece of yellow grass.

Zhao Jun continued to work, but Zhao Jun became more cautious in the next work.

These days, men's hands are not even close to being delicate. Zhao Jun's big hands used a deer antler spoon with his right hand and his index finger with his left hand to pull the ginseng roots completely out of the soil.

Zhao Jun dug this seedling of ginseng for a full hour. When the ginseng was picked up by Zhao Jun's hands, Zhao Youcai had already held the moss in front of Zhao Jun with both hands.

After Zhao Jun first placed the ginseng whiskers on the moss, then the ginseng body and reed heads, and after the ginseng completely lay on the moss, Zhao Jun said to Zhao Youcai: "Dad, don't move yet."

"Hey!" Zhao Youcai agreed happily.

Zhao Jun warned again: "Don't move, it will be over if you move!"

"Don't worry, son!" At this time, Zhao Youcai looked at Zhao Jun with eyes full of light again.

Zhao Youcai had just picked up several pieces of moss and put them aside. Zhao Jun took another piece of moss and carefully covered the ginseng.

This was not enough, so Zhao Jun immediately covered it with another piece of moss. Then the two men turned the moss sandwiched with ginseng over and added another piece of moss to the other side.

At this time, Zhao Jun carefully rolled it up, rolled the four pieces of moss and ginseng into a tube, then picked up the only piece of moss next to it and rolled it out of the tube.

"Dad." Zhao Jun smiled at Zhao Youcai and said, "You still have to pick up a few more pieces of moss."

"Hey, hey!" Zhao Youcai had a very good attitude. He smiled at Zhao Jun and nodded, saying, "Dad, I'll go right away."

With that said, Zhao Youcai stood up, and as soon as he took a step forward, he came back and asked Zhao Jun, "Son, is this mallet valuable?"

Zhao Jun laughed when he heard this and said, "Dad, you know your stuff."

"What does your dad know?" Zhao Youcai said with a smile: "I saw that you were wrapped in layers. You didn't do that with the big guy yesterday?"

When Zhao Jun heard this, he looked around and said to Zhao Youcai: "Dad, we are really good at it. This old fort is full of good stuff!"

As he said that, Zhao Jun looked at the moss tube in his hand, and then said: "Just this mallet, this kind of quality is so rare."

This is true. In his last life in the mountains of the Far East, Zhao Jun had too many ginseng, and he harvested even more ginseng.

But among so many ginsengs, there are only a few that can compare with this seedling in terms of quality and appearance.

Zhao Jun's words made Zhao Youcai feel happy. He suddenly thought of a question and asked Zhao Jun again: "How much does it cost?"

Zhao Jun blinked, shook his head and said: "I can't say for sure, I have to go down the mountain and ask."

Upon hearing this, Zhao Youcai knew that this was definitely not cheap. At this time, Zhao Jun placed the moss tube on the bark of the pine tree and casually praised: "This mallet is so good, no matter how hard you try, it can't reach this level."

"Fight?" Zhao Youcai squatted down again, got in front of Zhao Jun, and asked, "Son, can this thing still be fought?"

"Yeah!" Zhao Jun said with a smile: "But after all the fighting, someone has to want it. If you get it to a store or drugstore, it will be easily beaten to death. Unless you encounter a second-rate man, he can't help but take it away."

"Ah!" Zhao Youcai's eyes lit up and he didn't know what he was thinking. But he immediately stood up and said to Zhao Jun: "Son, please rest for a while, dad will pick up the moss."

"Why are you resting?" Zhao Jun pointed to the pit with a smile and said, "There is still a seedling here."

"What else?" Upon hearing this, Zhao Youcai looked at Zhao Jun with surprise and asked, "Master Mountain God, has the old master appeared?"

After saying that, Zhao Youcai jumped to the pit, almost knelt down, and then kowtowed!