Fishing and Hunting 82, Starting with Three Sisters Who Overprotect Their Brothers

Chapter 115 The Return Journey

Time passed second by second.

As the sun rose higher, the temperature gradually increased.

Zhang Wenshan was covered up from head to toe, not daring to loosen his clothes at all, and was soon soaked in sweat.

The position is correct.

A single point on the system interface can cover a much larger area in reality. Unlike waterways, mountains are not a place where you can get a general idea of ​​the area just by looking at it.

Whether you use a fish trap or fish, it's pretty much the same, no problem.

Finding a wild ginseng in a mountain forest covered with vegetation is exponentially more difficult.

"Does this mean we really have to follow the old customs and offer prayers?"

Zhang Wenshan breathed a sigh of relief and patiently sorted through the relevant information, trying to find some clues.

Wild ginseng is classified according to the size of its stems and leaves, and is called three-flower, palm, two-year-old, lampstand, four-leaf, five-leaf, and six-leaf varieties from small to large.

Logically speaking, four leaves are not small, so they shouldn't be hard to find.

Suddenly, a rustling sound came from above.

Zhang Wenshan immediately tensed up, instinctively gripping the axe and looking around warily.

Snake repellent is not a reliable solution either.

Not to mention other wild animals.

Anything can happen in the deep mountains and forests, so you must be careful.

"Splash!"

"Chirp! Chirp! Chirp!"

As the leaves fell, the birdsong was particularly jarring in the silent forest.

Zhang Wenshan looked up.

Not far away, in the branches overhead, a small bird with a gray back and white belly could be seen appearing and disappearing.

"Red-billed bird?"

A look of joy appeared on his face.

This creature is also called the club-shaped bird. There's an old saying that when the club-shaped bird calls, ginseng is not far away. This is because it loves to eat ginseng seeds and flies and calls wherever it goes.

The older the ginseng field, the longer the club-shaped bird will stay.

Zhang Wenshan touched his nose, took a deep breath, slowed his pace, and slowly moved towards the red-billed bird.

Arrive at the corresponding tree.

He slowly bent down, parted the grass and trees in front of him, and his gaze swept across the ground inch by inch.

Suddenly, green plants came into view.

Zhang Wenshan froze on the spot, his body trembling slightly.

The four palmate compound leaves are neatly arranged and spread outwards.

As expected, this is the Yotsuba from the system intelligence.

Generally, artificially cultivated ginseng can add one compound leaf every year. Five-leaf and six-leaf ginseng can be cultivated in a short time and have nourishing effects.

But the wild ones are completely different.

It takes several years, or even more than a decade, for a compound leaf to grow; it is a precious thing that can sustain a person's life.

"It looks like a wild ginseng that's sixty or seventy years old, and it might be about to turn into a five-leaf ginseng."

Based on his experience from his previous life, Zhang Wenshan made a preliminary judgment and was extremely excited.

He hesitated for a moment.

Following the mountain-climbing customs he remembered, he coughed twice to clear his throat, shouted "Bangchui" (a local expression for someone who is skilled at climbing mountains), and then bowed in greeting.

Immediately afterwards, he used the red yarn he had taken from his mother to gently tie it to the wild ginseng stem.

According to old sayings, if you tie it with a red velvet rope with a copper coin attached, you won't have to worry about the ginseng doll running away.

Actually, it's to make a clear mark so that it won't be hard to find when digging, or it might be accidentally broken and ruined.

Everything is ready.

Zhang Wenshan took out a small pickaxe and a sharpened saw blade from his basket.

He first roughly cleared away the surrounding weeds and branches, then carefully dug away the topsoil.

In no time at all.

Wild ginseng has intertwined roots, and the tendrils buried in the soil come into view.

Zhang Wenshan put down his pickaxe and began digging along the soil with a saw blade.

This is the most important, time-consuming, and mentally demanding part of harvesting wild ginseng.

Wild ginseng rootlets are very precious and are one of the important criteria for judging their value. Breaking even one rootlet will greatly reduce its value, so you must have a lot of patience.

Fortunately, he had experience from his past life and was able to remain patient.

They also harvested ginseng.

He is fairly proficient in the actions of picking, flicking, picking, and scraping.

As time flew by, a perfectly preserved wild ginseng was finally dug up and held in his hands.

"Beautiful, close to two ounces."

Zhang Wenshan licked his dry lips, feeling great.

No matter how this thing is ultimately disposed of, its value is immeasurable.

He admired it for only a moment, then immediately bent down and picked up the nearby moss, soil, and bark to wrap the entire wild ginseng.

I thought about it.

He then picked up the saw blade and left two eye-catching characters, "兆头" (meaning "omen"), on a nearby tree to tell later generations that wild ginseng had appeared in this place.

This can also serve as a guide for future generations.

According to old custom, after picking wild ginseng, the ginseng seeds should be scattered around.

In this way, when future generations come back and see the marker, they will most likely find something of value.

But just as he made the last stroke, a familiar shadow appeared in the grass under the tree.

Holy crap.

Zhang Wenshan couldn't help but exclaim in surprise, and suddenly stood up. Due to his excitement, he fell directly to the ground.

He felt no pain at all.

He scrambled back to where he had been and gently parted the grass.

You read that right.

Inside stood another wild ginseng, also with four leaves.

God bless you.

In an instant, Zhang Wenshan regretted not bringing incense, as he couldn't perform the traditional ritual of offering sacrifices.

Even though he knew that there was a theoretical probability that the plants could grow in patches, seeing the second plant with his own eyes still made him lose control.

Without hesitation, Zhang Wenshan immediately began digging. Only after harvesting the wild ginseng did he realize that the surrounding sky was darkening, and it seemed to be approaching evening.

In the surrounding woods, the calls of unknown birds and the chirping of insects rose and fell.

Occasionally, a cold wind would blow by, sending a chill down one's spine.

Zhang Wenshan swallowed hard, picked the seeds from the two wild ginseng plants, scattered them evenly on the surrounding ground, and then looked around again, still not giving up.

It has been confirmed that there are no other wild ginsengs.

This delay made it even later for him to descend the mountain.

As darkness fell, Zhang Wenshan couldn't help but regret not borrowing a stun gun to bring with him.

I must buy one next time I go to town.

And I forgot, my physical strength now is nowhere near what it was in my past life when I could climb mountains and cross rivers as easily as walking on flat ground.

Lost in thought, I walked halfway up the mountain. By then, it was completely dark, and I could barely see anything.

Zhang Wenshan dared not run fast, for fear of falling and damaging his precious possession.

Just then, a beam of light swept across.

He instantly became alert and gripped the axe tightly.

"Fourth brother."

"Little brother."

"Father, eldest sister."

Upon hearing the familiar voice, Zhang Wenshan hurriedly responded loudly, and at the same time, as if all his strength had been drained, he collapsed to the ground.

"This way, it seems to be this way."

"Found it, found it."

"You bastard."

Zhang Jianshe was the first to rush over with a stun gun. When he saw that his son was alright, he breathed a long sigh of relief, but then his anger surged up.

He raised his leg to kick someone.

"Ginseng, I have ginseng on me."

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Zhang Jianshe's raised leg froze in mid-air; because he had rushed forward too hard, he almost ended up doing a split.

He staggered back to his feet, his face flushed with anger, his chest heaving violently.

She raised her hand and slapped her son on the head.

Zhang Wenshan wasn't angry after being hit; instead, he just chuckled.