The whole mountain is my hunting ground

When he heard the word "bangchui" coming from Zhao Jun's mouth, Xing San couldn't help but be stunned.

He knew that Zhao Jun was good at encirclement, but he didn't know that Zhao Jun was also an expert at releasing mountains and carrying ginseng.

At this time, Zhao Jun also knew why the jar was wrapped in layers.

First the plastic sheet, then lay quicklime on the bottom of the jar, and a layer of butter paper against the jar, and then make the brand new jar.

These are the methods used by the old society to preserve dried ginseng. So much trouble has only one purpose, and that is to prevent moisture.

Xing San took a deep look at Zhao Jun, and carefully uncovered the last side of the red cloth. Zhao Jun hurriedly took two steps forward, wanting to see the true face of this ginseng seedling in Lushan.

When Zhao Jun saw it, his expression instantly froze, and he froze in place.

At this time, Xing San turned to look at Zhao Jun and said with a smile: "How about it?"

Zhao Jun's throat twitched, and he turned around and took a look. Seeing that the doors and windows were closed, he whispered to Xing San, "Third uncle, put it away quickly."

"Hey!" Xing San heard the words and hurriedly covered the ginseng with the red cloth, folded the top, bottom, left, and right corners of the cloth back, and then put it into the jar again.

Then, Xing San closed the lid of the jar, got on the kang, opened the kang cabinet, and took out a large piece of new linoleum paper.

Zhao Jun stretched out his hands and gently lifted the jar. Xing San put the butter paper under the jar. When the jar fell steadily, Xing San held both sides of the butter paper and wrapped it up.

After wrapping the butter paper, Xing San turned around and took out a piece of plastic cloth and a glass bottle from the cabinet.

The glass bottle was filled with crushed quicklime.

After restoring it to the original state, Xing San sat on the edge of the kang, holding the jar with one hand and grabbing Zhao Jun's hand with the other, saying: "My nephew, I'll leave this to you."

"Ouch!" Upon hearing this, Zhao Jun quickly pulled his hand back from Xing San's hand and waved his hand: "Third uncle, this is not okay."

At this point, seeing Xing San's expression of shock, Zhao Jun pointed at the jar and said, "Do you know how much this seedling stick costs?"

Xing San shook his head, but said to Zhao Jun: "I know this stick is expensive. I asked others and this stick is considered the king of ginseng."

"Yes." Zhao Jun nodded. Xing San said that this ginseng seedling is the king of ginseng. Zhao Jun agreed, but he hurriedly asked Xing San, "Third uncle, are you carrying this mallet?"

“No.”

Seeing Zhao Jun's curiosity, Xing San continued: "I picked up this mallet from someone else's back. It must have been about twenty years ago."

"Twenty years!" When Zhao Jun heard this, he felt that this number was somewhat familiar, and hurriedly asked: "Third uncle, who did you pick up from behind?"

Xing San shook his head again and said: "I don't know them, they are from outside. It happened to me that I looked at them..."

At this point, Xing San's face darkened, and he said angrily: "If you touch my wife's grave, I will fight with them."

As he spoke, Xing San took back his hand on the jar, patted his chest, and said: "There must be thirteen or four people in their group. You, third uncle, I am not trembling at all (dē)妦(sē)!”

Hearing this, Zhao Jun couldn't help but laugh. He thought to himself, no matter how powerful an old man you are, you still have three heads and six arms? Can one fight more than ten?

Seemingly sensing that Zhao Jun was doubting what he said, Xing San gestured with his hands and said, "I saw there were so many of them. I didn't say anything. I put it on my butt and pulled out a knife. What the hell?" Go up and stab the man in front of you!"

"Oh my god!" Zhao Jun said in shock: "Third uncle, what do you want for others?"

Upon hearing Zhao Junzhi's question, Xing San frowned seriously and said, "I'm not holding him back."

Zhao Jun: "..."

Just for a moment, Zhao Jun subconsciously cursed.

But I heard Xing San say: "The old lamp in the head... looked much older than me. He ducked to the side, and the kid behind him was exposed. With this knife, I followed his soft ribs. Get in!"

When Zhao Jun heard this, he couldn't help but exclaimed: "Is it stabbed?"

"Ah!"

Zhao Jun: "..."

Zhao Jun has long heard that most of these old mountain dogs in the mountains are not good stubble.

These people had a fight in the mountains, and they must have done it. And if you are not good at fighting, it is common to see blood when you use the knife.

Especially people of Xing San's generation, under extremely harsh living conditions, their ruthlessness is unmatched by Zhao Jun's generation.

"Third uncle." Zhao Jun tilted his head and looked at Xing San, and asked with a little worry: "How did you settle this matter after it's over?"

"What's wrong?" Xing San raised his eyebrows on the left side and said, "This kid lay down after being stabbed twice by me. As soon as he lay down, the one behind him came out again!"

Zhao Jun: "..."

Zhao Jun was a little speechless, but he also asked: "Did someone stab him again?"

Xing San nodded and said, "I'll knock down three of them and sit down one."

For a moment, Zhao Jun regretted that if he had known that this old man had such deeds, he would not have introduced him to work in Jie Zhong's Lengchang.

If someone without foresight messes with the old man, big trouble will probably happen.

After all, this is not 20 years ago. At that time, people did not take action and officials did not correct things like fighting with weapons. If such a big thing is going to happen now, is it okay?

"Third uncle." Zhao Jun asked Xing San tentatively: "What's wrong with it? You stabbed several people, but they can't do it."

How can a mountain runner be a coward? Xing Sanmeng, that group of people is also powerful in numbers!

"That's not true." Xing San said: "The gang of people surrounded me, and the old lamp was still whining around me. I didn't spoil him at all. I told him at that time, If they touch the graves of my women, I will fight with them! You bastards, I can’t survive, and not many of them can make it down the mountain.”

"Is it over?" Zhao Jun, who was hearing the key point, couldn't help but ask again.

"It's over..." Xing San smiled and said, "Just when I was about to take action, that..."

Speaking of this, Xing San thought for a while and said: "Yongsheng...it wasn't called Yongsheng originally. It was called Xishan Tuner at that time. There was a village in that village called...what the hell is it called Qi? I can’t remember...ah!"

Xing San suddenly slapped his thigh and said, "His nickname is Qi Dachin. He has a son who is now the head of the village!"

"Ah!" Upon hearing this, Zhao Jun hurriedly responded: "Qi Shengli!"

"No!" Xing San waved his hand and said, "It's not called Qi Shengli, it's called Qi."

"No." Zhao Jun smiled and said, "Third uncle, I'm talking about his son's name Qi Shengli."

"Ah, his son." Xing San no longer bothered with the man's name, but replaced it with his nickname, saying: "This big chin Qi is a member of the gang, and he followed that Pang San's eyes to the mountains..."

"Third uncle." Zhao Jun suddenly spoke, interrupted Xing San, and asked: "Does the Pang Sanyanzi you are talking about have a son, nicknamed Pang Xiazizi?"

"Yes!"

Zhao Jun frowned slightly, he seemed to have smoothed over some things.

At this time, Xing San continued: "It just so happens that these people are also mountain guards, but they are from Lingnan. Their business is different from our siege. We don't talk so much, and they can't do it. If the people from Lingnan come to our side to free the mountains, they are crossing the border.

At that time, the big chin was not happy, and he talked to them a lot, and then the gang left. "

"Are you leaving now?" Zhao Jun heard this and asked in surprise: "Third uncle, you are obsessed with so many of them, and that's it?"

"What else can we do?"

Hearing this, Zhao Jun nodded slightly. He guessed that the group that clashed with Xing San should be the gang that Jiang Hua recorded in the booklet.

It seems that this group of people carried goods in Laoqi and carried valuable ginseng with them, so they did not dare to conflict with the local ginseng gang.

"Huh?" Suddenly, Zhao Jun remembered something and asked Xing San, "Third uncle, what's going on with the stick in your jar?"

"This..." Xing San glanced at the jar and said with a smile: "After they leave, I will have a few words with that big chin. I wonder if someone can help me, how can I arrange for him to have a drink? Ah. It turned out that he said he had something to do and left after that. As soon as he left, I became more and more angry after thinking about it, so I chased those people away again. "

Speaking of this, Xing San explained to the surprised Zhao Jun: "I thought they couldn't cross the ridge in one night. Even if they were carrying people, they were in a hurry. So if they don't sleep, how can they not eat? I'll wait for them to eat. When the time comes, kick them two again."

Zhao Jun didn't know what to say, so he waited for Xing San to continue without saying anything.

And Xing San continued: "They are definitely not as familiar with this mountain farm as us. After I chased them, I watched them from a distance carrying the ones I stabbed. Aren't their heads too old? "

"Yes!" Zhao Jun nodded.

Xing San said: "I am old, and my legs and feet are not as good as those of young people. This old lamp will be placed at the back. I watched something fall out of his pocket. He didn't pay attention. I picked it up and took a look. It was them. …They call it ginseng buns.”

This old man didn't know that Zhao Jun would release the mountain, and he even gave Zhao Jun some professional terms.

Zhao Jun understood this time. He stretched out his hand and patted the jar and asked, "Is this the Miao Bangchui?"

"Yes."

"Yeah." Zhao Jun nodded to Xing San and said with a smile, "Seventy or eighty thousand less."

"Hmm?"

"Third uncle!" The old man didn't say anything. Zhao Jun had to say something. He said to Xing San: "Such a precious thing, why don't you leave it here with me..."

Before Zhao Jun finished speaking, Xing Sanyi waved his hand, interrupted Zhao Jun, and then said: "Take it, and I will leave it with you from now on. If you, the third uncle, want to live, we will talk about it later. You three The uncle is going to die, these are all yours."

"Third uncle." Zhao Jun said hurriedly: "How can that be done? How can I want..."

"Okay!" Xing San waved his hand again and interrupted: "What else can you do? Your third uncle has no son, and we two are at odds with each other. If I don't give it to you, who will give it to you?"

After saying that, Xing San took a deep look at Zhao Jun, sighed softly and said: "My brother has the same zodiac sign as you, and is one step older than you..."

Halfway through his words, Xing San paused. When he spoke again, his voice was a little low and he said, "His... name... also has a military character in it. His name is Xing Zhijun."

Speaking of this, Xing San blinked his eyelids several times quickly, then changed the subject, raised his hand and pointed outward, saying: "Isn't the guy you know called Xing Zhiyong? All their uncles and brothers are so stupid. Words."

"Ah!" Thinking of Xing Zhiyong, Zhao Jun remembered that he heard someone say a while ago that this old boy seemed to have suffered a loss in a hand-to-hand fight with the Siberian leopard.

"Haha..." Xing San sneered, and then said: "I asked him to buy me wine, but he hasn't bought it for me all these years. Come to my place after all, and throw four or five kilograms of corn noodles to me. That's it. Get rid of all the roe deer and other things that are buried in the snow outside."

Zhao Jun could only listen to what Xing San said. After all, he was an uncle and nephew. The old man could talk, but he had nothing to say himself.

"Oh!" Already..."

As he spoke, Xing San pointed to the big wine barrel in front of the wooden stand and said: "We just met at that time, so I told you about it. After that, you went to work by yourself, and you still thought about letting the big man take the wine." Bring it to me. And those things to eat and use, bring me those things."

The big man Xing San mentioned was not Ma Lu, but Li Baoyu. Zhao Jun heard this and said hurriedly: "Third uncle, this is a lot more stuff, and you didn't lose anything to me. You were the one who sold the bear bile last time, and now you still leave it here with me."

"What more bear gall are you doing?"

Speaking of this, Xing Sanyi waved his hand and said: "If you want to give it to others, I can't even close my eyes."

Zhao Jun laughed when he heard this, and said: "That's not true..."

"Why not?"

"Third uncle!" Zhao Jun waved his right hand left and right in front of his eyes and said, "Go outside and shake it off!"

"Don't bother!" Xing San and his two hands held the mouth of the sack and said to Zhao Jun: "Put that in."

When Zhao Jun heard this, he reached out and picked up the jar. The two men cooperated and put the jar into a sack, and placed the base on the edge of the kang.

At this time, Xing San picked up the last red cloth bag on the kang, which was also the first one he threw aside.

Xing San picked up the cloth bag and said to Zhao Jun: "Man, this is the coffin book I saved. It costs 1,100 yuan. I will leave it all with you. If I need something in the future, you can give it to me." I take."

"Okay!" Zhao Jun stood up, reached for the red cloth bag, and said to Xing San: "Third uncle, I will keep this money for you."

Xing San didn't count the money, and Zhao Jun didn't open it to check either. As much as Xing San said, that’s how much.

Zhao Jun untied his thin cotton-padded jacket, put the money close to his body, and then said to Xing San: "Third uncle, I have to go, they have to wait for me."

"Let's go." Xing San said, "Go down the mountain slowly."

After saying that, Xing San picked up the sack placed on the edge of the kang and handed it into Zhao Jun's hands.

Zhao Jun took it very carefully and walked to the door. When the two came out of the cellar, Zhao Jun turned back to Xing San and said, "Third uncle, why don't you come with me and stay at my house for two days. "

Xing San shook his head with a smile and said to Zhao Jun with a smile: "I'm not going. I have to go to Mr. Jie's camp in two days. I'll tidy up this shack. Gather everything that should be gathered together." stand up."

"Okay." Seeing that he couldn't be persuaded, Zhao Jun said, "Then I'm leaving. When I go to Lengchang, I'll pick you up. Then I'll get you some good sorghum wine!"

"Hey!" When he heard that there was good wine, Xing San immediately became energetic. He walked a few steps to Zhao Jun and said, "The wine you asked the big man to bring me last time was very good. How much does it cost per kilogram?" Na?"

Zhao Jun bought those things for Xing San before. After Li Baoyu brought them, Xing San asked Li Baoyu how much he spent so that he could get money for Zhao Jun. Li Baoyu only told Xing San that his brother asked Xing San to pay more attention to his health, and then he gone.

This is what moved Xing San.

Zhao Jun said with a smile: "One cent and sixty pounds, twenty pounds, he charges us three yuan."

"Oh!"

"We won't hit those with seven points." Zhao Jun said to Xing San: "Let's just drink. When we park the car that day, we will bring all the wine to you directly."

"Okay!"

"Yeah!" Just as Zhao Jun responded, Xing San raised his hand and pointed at him, saying, "I've never seen your mother. But I think your father is a good person."

"Huh? Ah!" Zhao Jun was startled for a moment, then responded forcefully and said, "My father is known for his good intentions when he leaves our village."

“Look at it.”

Zhao Junqiang suppressed his laughter and said: "If you have a chance, you can sit down and have a drink together. My dad will also be happy to drink."

"That's okay." Xing San walked down a few steps and then said to Zhao Jun: "Nephew, please slow down, the third uncle won't send you off anymore."

"Yeah." Zhao Jun said, "Third uncle, please go back. It's already autumn and the weather is getting colder day by day. Please be careful."

"Hey!" Xing San responded and waved to Zhao Jun. Zhao Jun nodded and walked down carrying the sack.

Xing San stood there and waited until Zhao Jun disappeared from his sight before he turned and returned to the shack.

But Xing San was not like this because he was reluctant to part with his Miao Ginseng King. He also gave it to Zhao Jun like this the last time he came.

And Zhao Jun, as he walked down carrying the sack, thought of the things Xing San gave him. It was said that it was kept for you, but in fact it was given to yourself.

Think again about Mrs. Jiang in the village. She was like Xing San, who took money and things for herself.

For a moment, Zhao Jun couldn't help feeling a little emotional. They all say that there are noble people in their lives to help them, but I have the help of an old man in my life!

Sorry guys, I can’t add more updates today.

It's February 2nd and there are no pig heads at home, so I braised an elbow and braised some braised pork. I ate too much fat and my blood pressure was a bit high...