Northeast Golden Gradient Treats My Home as a Confinement Center

Chapter 28: The Area the Old Mountain Hunter Fears

The umbrella-shaped surface is round, bright red and shiny, and each flower is larger than a serving plate.

14 red Ganoderma lucidum!
Shen Xing hesitated for a moment, and while his father wasn't paying attention, he secretly took out the 14 red Ganoderma lucidum rewarded by Brother Tongzi from the spiritual space. If Shen Dahai asked him how he picked them up, Shen Xing had already thought about it and would just give them all to the tiger cub. The tiger cub could only howl anyway, and except Shen Xing, Shen Dahai and Li Xue couldn't understand it.

There was a red light in the wooden house, and Shen Dahai's eyes widened when he saw the Ganoderma lucidum.

He put down the chopsticks and wine glass in his hand, stood up from his seat, and walked quickly to Shen Xing.

Shen Dahai's sudden movement scared the little tiger cub who was gnawing on a bone. It looked at Shen Dahai and Shen Xing in confusion. Its eyes fell on the red Ganoderma lucidum in Shen Xing's hand, and a trace of confusion flashed in its eyes.

"Dahai, what are you doing? You can still watch it after dinner." Li Xue advised.

Shen Dahai didn't hear a word. His eyes were fixed on the Ganoderma lucidum in Shen Xing's hand. He was very excited, as if he had discovered a pile of gold, silver and jewelry.

"Dad, is there something wrong with these Ganoderma lucidum?" Shen Dahai's abnormality confused Shen Xing.

"No problem, no problem, absolutely no problem." Shen Dahai said excitedly, as if he had been released from prison.

Shen Dahai picked up a Ganoderma lucidum and examined it in detail: "The cap is semicircular, the skin is reddish-brown and shiny, and the flesh is white."

"It smells good, and very strong." Shen Dahai put his nose close to the red ganoderma and took a gentle sniff.

"No doubt about it, this is three-year-old red ganoderma! And there are 14 of them!"

Shen Dahai held his palm horizontally, pointing at the umbrella cap of the red ganoderma. The umbrella cap was much longer than Shen Dahai's palm.

You know, Shen Dahai is a big man from Northeast China, with a strong back and a pair of thick hands. The width of the Ganoderma lucidum in front of him is more than twice that of Shen Dahai's palms!

Shen Dahai had only encountered such a large red ganoderma once when he was young and went into the mountains to hunt with an old hunter. The one he encountered was even smaller than the ones in Shen Xing's hand!
"Son, where did you get this Ganoderma lucidum?" Shen Dahai asked excitedly.

"The little tiger cub led me to find it." Shen pointed at the little tiger cub and evaded the question.

The little tiger cub was gnawing on a big bone. When he heard this, he was about to growl. However, when he met Shen Xing's threatening eyes, the little tiger cub backed off. He shrank his big head and continued gnawing on the big bone in his arms.

"This little guy is really our family's cash cow. He can even find such a good Ganoderma lucidum."

Shen Dahai looked at the tiger cub that was gnawing on a bone as if he was looking at a treasure pot, and said with a smile.

Shen Dahai made up his mind and went back to the market. After selling this batch of goods, he wanted to buy seven or eight cans of the best and most expensive goat milk powder for the little tiger cub!
"Dad, are these Ganoderma lucidum valuable?" Shen Xing asked curiously.

He had just come into contact with mountain farming today and only knew a little bit about it. He didn't know much about Ganoderma lucidum and ginseng, and he didn't know the value of the 14 red ganoderma that Brother Tongzi rewarded him.

"Of course it's valuable!" Shen Dahai said with a smile.

Then he explained to Shen Xing the age of the Ganoderma lucidum.

There are three types of Lingzhi: one year, three years, five years, and ten years. As for the hundred-year-old Lingzhi and thousand-year-old Lingzhi, they are all fake. Do you think they are from a fairy tale novel? This is the real world. The growth cycle of Lingzhi is only a few years. It is not like wild ginseng, which can only last for ten years at most. Ten-year-old Lingzhi has the best medicinal effect and is the most expensive, but this thing only grows in deep mountains and old forests, especially in high-altitude areas where wild beasts are entrenched.

The second is the five-year-old Ganoderma lucidum. Like the ten-year-old Ganoderma lucidum, the area where it grows is full of ferocious beasts and dangerous places, and it is hard to come by.

The last ones are the three-year-old Ganoderma and the one-year-old Ganoderma, which are the most popular aged Ganoderma in the market. The three-year-old Ganoderma grows on the outskirts of Changbai Mountain. In recent years, most of them have been picked by the villagers around the foot of the mountain, and it is very difficult to pick one on the mountain.

Therefore, what mountain hikers like Shen Dahai can find on the outskirts of Changbai Mountain is the annual licorice, but it is not so easy to grow. Even experienced mountain hikers will spend several days to pick a few flowers.

Although hunting is banned in Muwu Village in recent years, there are no restrictions on collecting Ganoderma lucidum and digging ginseng. After all, local people cannot farm, fish or hunt, so they have to rely on picking wild delicacies to make a living. Human greed is endless. As long as there are people, no matter how old the Ganoderma lucidum is, once it is discovered, it will be picked up by the villagers. This is an opportunity to make a fortune, and no one wants to live a hard life.

This results in the Ganoderma lucidum not growing enough for a year, just like leeks, being harvested over and over again. The new Ganoderma lucidum that emerges from the soil has not yet fully grown, but as soon as the mountain hikers find it, it is picked up.

Nowadays, wild Ganoderma lucidum that is more than three years old is almost extinct in the outer areas of Changbai Mountain. If you want to collect wild Ganoderma lucidum that is more than three years old, you have to go to areas with higher altitudes. However, that area is full of ferocious wild beasts such as Siberian tigers, Far Eastern leopards, and blind bears. Who dares to go there?
The villagers still value their lives. They don’t want to get the money but lose their lives, having money but no life to spend it.

Therefore, some people in the village saw the business opportunity and artificially cultivated Ganoderma lucidum. Some of them are three or five years old. However, the medicinal effects of artificial Ganoderma lucidum are far inferior to those of wild Ganoderma lucidum.

That’s why Shen Dahai was so excited when he saw these 14 three-year-old wild Ganoderma lucidum.

This is a treasure. He has been a mountain herder for so many years and this is only the second time he has seen it, and there are so many of them!

"These are all three-year-old wild Ganoderma lucidum. If you can find a suitable mountain product dealer, son, you will have money to get married in the future." Shen Dahai stroked the umbrella surface of the Ganoderma lucidum with a very careful and gentle movement.

"So many?" Shen was a little surprised. He didn't expect that these Ganoderma lucidum were so valuable.

"This is only three years old. If we find five or ten years old Ganoderma lucidum, wouldn't it be worth a lot of money?" Shen Xing said in surprise.

"Dad, are there any Ganoderma lucidum that is more than five years old?" Shen Xing asked curiously.

"Yes!" Shen Dahai nodded heavily and said with certainty.

"Not only five years old, but also ten years old. However, that place is too dangerous. There are too many wild animals, so it is difficult to collect."

Shen Dahai paused, then shook his head regretfully.

As a veteran mountaineer, he had never been to the area above the waist of Changbai Mountain.

It’s not that I don’t want to go, it’s that I don’t dare to go, it’s too dangerous!

Even if he had a double-barreled shotgun in his hand, even the old hunter with the best marksmanship would not dare to do so. When Master Shen Dahai first came into the area above the mountainside, he encountered a Siberian tiger, which bit one of his arms and scratched one of his eyes, leaving his face full of hideous scars.

"Where is that place?" Shen Xing asked.

Shen Dahai turned around, glanced at the little tiger cub that was gnawing on the big bone, and said:
"Where else could it be? The hilltop where his mother lives."

(End of this chapter)