Back in the 1980s, hiking in the mountains was also a way of life

After the group left, Wang An greeted everyone with a smile:
"Come on, everyone, come over here and let's see what's inside these four steamed buns."

Wang Li, Mu Xueli, and Huang Zhong were the first to respond, and they came over eagerly, while Yang Shuwen, Li Baozhu, and the others stood still.

Seeing that they weren't coming over, Wang An waved to them again and said:

"What are you all doing? Come here, everyone! This is all thanks to us, everyone gets a share."

In Wang An's view, as long as everyone fought side by side, everyone should share the spoils. Otherwise, wouldn't that discourage people?
If a similar situation occurs again in the future, who will rush forward to fight alongside you?
Yang Shuwen and the others were taken aback for a moment upon hearing this. They exchanged glances, and then Yang Shuwen declined, saying:

"We weren't much of a help, so we don't need it. You can divide it among yourselves, hehe, hehehe."

Upon hearing this, Wang An said with great displeasure:

"Holy crap, is that even possible? You're making fun of us. We fought together before the battle, and now that we've finally gotten some good stuff, we can't just keep it all to ourselves. Come on over here."

After Wang An finished speaking, Mu Xueli chimed in:

"Brother Yang, come over here quickly. If we don't do things this way, people will laugh at us. Come on over, stop dawdling."

Immediately afterwards, Wang Li also said with a smile:

"Following my fourth brother means I won't let you suffer any losses. There's no such thing as working for nothing."

After Wang Li finished speaking, Yang Shuwen and the others exchanged glances again before walking over together.

Once Yang Shuwen and the others had all arrived, Wang An said with a smile:

"We've already spoken. Even when we meet, we have to share half. Besides, we fought tooth and nail to get this stick; how can we not share it? Hahahaha!"

Yang Shuwen nodded sheepishly, and Wang An smiled before opening the first ginseng bun in full view of everyone.

This ginseng seedling has five leaves and looks quite good, but the ginseng rootlets are broken in several places.

Wang An clicked his tongue in distress, said nothing, and opened the second ginseng bun.

The second ginseng bun contained a seedling with four leaves, and its appearance was quite good. The long rhizome had three sections, and the entire root, including the longest rootlet, was over 30 to nearly 40 centimeters long. The rootlet was covered with dense pearl-like bumps. Although it was a four-leaf ginseng, its size was comparable to that of a five-leaf ginseng.

It's a pity that this seedling, which can sell for the price of a five-grade ginseng, also has broken tendrils, and not just in one or two places.

That's right, the ginseng roots of this seedling are also broken. I don't know how these people dug up the ginseng. They've only opened two ginseng buns, and both of them have broken roots.

Wang An frowned and cursed:

"Damn it, these lazy bums can't even lift a stick properly, yet they dare to freeload off our old village. Damn it, they've ruined all the good stuff."

The two broken tendrils made Wang An grit his teeth in frustration. It was such a waste; these people's ginseng-digging skills were truly terrible!

Although ginseng with broken roots does not affect its medicinal properties, it does significantly impact its price.

Mu Xueli sighed and said with great concern:

"If the rootlets break, the price is halved. Damn it, these people don't even know how to bargain!" When ginseng is in someone else's hands, whether the rootlets are broken or the whole ginseng is damaged, you don't feel anything. But when the ginseng becomes your own, the heartache will instantly engulf you.

Wang Li also cursed and said:

"If you ask me, these guys are fucking idiots. They don't follow the rules, they can't even speak like human beings, and they all have brains that deserve a beating. They've ruined such good sticks, damn it."

Even the old folks like Yang Shuwen were heartbroken when they saw the two ginseng roots with broken roots, but they didn't say a word.

Wang An sighed and opened the third ginseng bun.

It has to be admitted that these people are really lucky, even incredibly lucky, because what appeared in the third ginseng bun was another precious fifth-grade leaf.

It's important to understand that without knowing the exact location of Lao'anzi, it's extremely difficult to dig up a wild five-leaf ginseng.

Although the Lesser Khingan Mountains cover a very large area, since the Qing Dynasty, there have been many people digging for ginseng in these mountains. Not to mention ordinary people, there were quite a few ginseng diggers in the "Dasheng Wula Yamen" (a government office responsible for hunting wild ginseng).

It is no exaggeration to say that every inch of this mountain range may have been trodden by mountain hunters.

Wherever there is ginseng, and wherever it is suitable for ginseng to grow, people have basically mastered it, and many of these methods have been passed down through generations.

So, if just anyone goes into the mountains hoping to find ginseng, it's not to say they definitely won't, but the probability of finding ginseng is extremely low.

Therefore, Wang An, being an outsider, would never venture into the mountains to dig for ginseng, except for wading through these old pits that have existed for a long time, because he didn't think he had the incredible luck to find it.

Upon opening the ginseng bun, everyone was delighted, or rather, excited, to see that the ginseng plant had five leaves and a large main root with only two garlic clove-shaped stems.

Such a large ginseng root, even if sold to a purchasing station, would be worth at least five or six thousand yuan.

But when Wang An carefully picked up the fifth-grade leaf seedling from the moss, everyone's smiling expressions froze.

Immediately afterward, even Yang Shuwen, who hadn't spoken until now, slapped his thigh hard and couldn't help but shout out a string of profanities:

"Holy shit! These bastards are ruining people's lives! It's a complete waste of resources!"

The reason Yang Shuwen lost his composure was that the fifth leaf of this seedling was also damaged.

As Wang An picked up the ginseng, two long tendrils fell off with a "plop".

After Yang Shuwen finished cursing, Wang An and the others looked at him with surprise.

The old man's state at this moment was not an act at all; he was genuinely heartbroken.

After Yang Shuwen finished cursing, Yang Shuxin and the others also cursed a few times, all looking at the fifth-grade leaf seedling in Wang An's hand with heartache.

But this time, none of the four of them, including Wang An, said anything. They figured that complaining was enough once; saying it more would not only be useless, but would also be quite annoying.

However, Wang An already had a very strong premonition that the ginseng in the fourth ginseng bun was most likely also a ginseng with broken roots. (End of Chapter)