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The noise at the courtyard gate disappeared in an instant.

All eyes turned to Lu Qingshan and the suitcase behind him.

Lin Xiulan walked to the millstone, which was about half a person's height, in the middle of the courtyard, and placed the leather suitcase she was carrying on it steadily.

The lid of the box was opened.

Bundles of "Great Unity" paper, neatly tied together with kraft paper, lay quietly in the suitcase.

Everyone's eyes were fixed on the suitcase.

Having spent half their lives standing on the mountain, chopping wood, and hunting, they had seen wolves, bears, and ancient medicinal herbs on cliffs, but they had never seen so much money.

"Dear uncles and elders."

Lu Qingshan spoke.

His voice was calm and not loud, yet it reached everyone's ears clearly.

"My factory is called 'Xiushan Industrial'."

"Starting today, for the next two weeks..."

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He paused, his gaze sweeping over everyone's faces flushed with the money.

"Any ginseng, lingzhi, astragalus, or gastrodia elata that you find in the mountains, as long as they are valuable medicinal herbs."

"As long as the quality is good, Xiushan Industry will take it all."

"Prices are 30% higher than the county supply and marketing cooperative's. Cash on delivery!"

He emphasized the last four words slightly.

The deathly silence at the courtyard gate was shattered by these four words.

"Huh? 30% higher...?"

A man couldn't believe his ears and stammered.

"The supply and marketing cooperative gives ten yuan for one tael of ginseng, but Boss Lu is giving thirteen yuan?"

"Cash or cash?"

"Did I hear that right?!"

The crowd erupted.

It was a long-suppressed restlessness.

They looked at each other, trying to confirm from each other's eyes that they weren't hallucinating.

"What's all the fuss about!"

Old Master Lu, who had been silent all along, tapped his pipe on the sole of his shoe and let out a shout.

The crowd fell silent again, but their burning gazes continued to sweep back and forth between Lu Qingshan and the suitcase.

"When has Qingshan boy ever failed to get things done?"

An elderly mountain runner, about the same age as Old Master Lu, spoke up in a deep, muffled voice.

"Last time he bought mountain goods, everyone in the surrounding villages said he was a genuine expert."

"Exactly!" another person immediately chimed in, "Money and goods settled, not a penny short! A hundred times better than those snobbish bastards at the supply and marketing cooperative!"

Reputation is more effective at winning people's hearts than money.

Especially these honest men who have relied on the mountains for their livelihood for many years.

"Boss Lu!"

Wang Mugun, the one with the scar on his face, was the first to step forward and shouted in a rough voice.

"Not even half a month! From now on, everything I, Wang Mugun, dig up in the mountains will be yours to buy!"

"Me too, Lao Liu!"

Count me in!

"Let's do it!"

The echoes of response rose from all directions, converging into a torrent of passionate voices.

There was no contract, no written agreement.

They are just simple, heartfelt promises.

In these mountains, the promises made by hikers are more valuable than the contracts paid by city dwellers.

Lu Qingshan raised his hand and pressed it down.

The excited crowd quieted down again.

"Since you all trust me, Lu Qingshan, I cannot let you work for nothing."

"Starting today, you will go into the mountains, in pairs or teams of three, and thoroughly search all the mountains within a few hundred miles around."

He began assigning tasks.

"Uncle Liu, you have the most steady legs. Take a few brothers from the East Village and sweep the area from Laoyagou to Heifengkou clean for me."

"Wang Mugun, you've got guts. Take your men and head to that rocky area to the south."

"..."

He went through each name one by one, assigning them to different mountain gullies.

Those whose names were called straightened their backs and responded loudly.

This is a form of recognition.

Just then, the old mountain runner known as "Master Liu" took a puff of his pipe and slowly spoke.

"Qingshan, you're making such a big fuss about collecting ginseng, has... you heard something?"

Lu Qingshan looked at him.

Master Liu was highly respected among the mountain hikers, second only to Old Master Lu. He was like a living map of this mountain forest.

"Master Liu, please feel free to share any knowledge you may have. I am a junior, so please give me your guidance."

Grandpa Liu exhaled a thick white smoke ring, his cloudy eyes revealing a hint of reminiscence and awe.

"If you only want to collect ordinary goods, there's no need to call all of us old bones here."

"If you go south for a hundred miles from our area, there is a mountain."

"The mountain isn't high, but it's incredibly eerie."

His voice lowered.

"We all call that mountain Jinbao Mountain."

"The mountain walls are so steep, as if cut by a knife, and there are evil winds blowing all year round that can blow people off the cliff."

"Decades ago, when I was just a young boy, I went into the mountains with my father. As it was getting dark, my father pointed to the depths of that cliff and said that he thought he saw... purple flowers."

"Purple flowers?" Someone in the crowd gasped.

That's the king of wild ginseng, something from legend.

Grandpa Liu nodded, his wrinkles deepening.

"My dad said that it might be the legendary Purple Flower Ginseng."

"Later, many who didn't believe in the superstition tried to venture into the Golden Wrap Mountain. Some broke their legs, and some... never came out again."

"Since then, no one has dared to make a move there again."

After he finished speaking, the entire courtyard entrance fell silent once again.

Everyone's eyes instinctively turned to look south.

At the end of those continuous, hazy mountains, the outline of a mountain peak appears and disappears in the morning mist, exuding an indescribable sense of danger.

Lu Qingshan kept repeating the name Jinbaoshan in his mind.

He knew that what Master Liu said was true.

In my past life, the ginseng king that drove countless people crazy was discovered in Jinbao Mountain.

However, that happened many years later.

Now, it still lies quietly on that cliff where no one dares to set foot.

Wait for him to go.

Lu Qingshan withdrew his gaze and looked back at the group of mountain runners in front of him.

"Mr. Liu, thank you for showing me the way."

He solemnly clasped his hands in a fist salute to Master Liu.

Then, he raised his voice.

"Everyone, let's put the matter of Jinbaoshan aside for now."

"Your task is to turn over every inch of the land except for Jinbaoshan!"

"I want you to ensure that, from this day forward, within this radius of a hundred miles, no one except my Xiushan Industry will be able to obtain a single complete ginseng root!"

An invisible net suddenly spread out from the Lu family courtyard in all directions, reaching out to the surrounding mountains and forests.

This is a radical solution.

He wanted Yu Bo to spend real money to buy a bunch of useless radish roots.