"Ouch!"
Jiang Hong suddenly let out an ouch, attracting the attention of others.
Originally Jiang Hong was in the middle of the team, but maybe he was a little tired after walking for an hour, so Jiang Hong walked to an old tree and wanted to take a rest.
Who would have thought that something happened this past, and most of his legs were stuck in the thick pine needles next to the old tree.
"Don't even move!"
The boss shouted nervously.
Simply sinking into the snow, there are so many people here, it is not a big problem, but I am afraid that there are rotten branches and leaves below, forming a swamp-like environment, the kind that will sink if you move.
Moreover, this kind of place is warmer than other places, and no one knows whether there may be any poisonous insects in it.
Lao Bao took a closer look at his head, breathed a sigh of relief, pulled Jiang Hong out, and said: "Fortunately, there were too many pine needles before it started to snow, which made the snow too floating, so I stepped on the air. It's nothing." event."
Seeing that the old man was struggling to support Jiang Hong alone, a mountain driver also walked over and diligently patted Jiang Hong's legs with pine needles and snowflakes.
The man suddenly froze and pulled at the snow pit where Jiang Hong had sat down after falling.
A small-looking seedling was exposed, looking wilted.
"Ouch!"
"Boss Jiang, look at your luck, even after a fall, a mallet came out."
The mountain driver pulled it again and said, "It's a pity that it's too small. It only lasts three or four years, so it's not the right time to hang the red rope."
Under such old pines, it has always been a suitable place for ginseng to grow. When Jiang Hong sat down and found a small ginseng seedling, it was not surprising. At most, he was just sighing about his luck.
But this thing has no value, not even ten years.
"It seems like this is a blessing in disguise for me. No, I have to tie a red rope up so that the fall is not in vain."
Jiang Hong laughed and looked at the boss. He was about to ask for a red rope to use, but he found that the boss was staring straight at the young ginseng seedling.
"Brother?"
Jiang Hong shouted softly.
Lao Baotou woke up from a dream, glanced at Jiang Hong, and opened his mouth, seeming to be struggling with something.
Jiang Qi on the side looked at the boss quietly, with scrutiny flashing in his eyes.
"Brother, what's wrong with you? If it's against the rules, just say it. I'll listen to you."
Jiang Hong thought there was something special about tying the red rope.
The old boss clenched his fists tightly in his sleeves, gritted his teeth suddenly, took two steps forward, and came to Jiang Hong.
"Brother Jiang, I can't hide this from you! Otherwise, I will be uneasy for the rest of my life!"
The boss's words seemed a bit incomprehensible to everyone, but before anyone could say anything, the boss squatted down in front of the ginseng seedlings.
I saw Lao slowly peeling away the soil around the ginseng seedlings with his head, bit by bit, and his movements were very gentle.
"Old Boss, this mallet is too small..."
Some of the mountaineers hesitated to speak, but they did not dare to stop the leader's actions.
On the mountain, the boss is the biggest.
As more and more soil was removed from Lao Nao's head, several mountaineers also realized that something was wrong.
Generally speaking, for ginseng seedlings that are three or four years old, you can dig them as deep as a fist at most, and the roots are exposed.
But for the ginseng seedling in front of me, I had already dug out at least one foot, but I still couldn't see the root. Instead, the stem was getting thicker and rougher.
"this......"
Jiang Hong also saw something was wrong and narrowed his eyes.
After digging for more than a foot, the old man became a little tired and turned around and said, "Come help! Be careful!"
Several mountaineers also recovered their energy and hurriedly stepped forward to separate the soil layer by bit.
It wasn't until I dug three feet deep that I finally saw something different.
"Old leader!"
"This...this is her mother's century-old mallet!!"
"So deep, so thick, that's right!"
"Stop talking about a hundred years!"
Several mountaineers couldn't hold back their joy and surprise, and shouted out one by one.
The old man pulled Jiang Hong forward and saw a little light yellow rhizome exposed under the thick stems and leaves, which was estimated to be as thick as a wrist!
"The leaves of any ginseng that is more than a hundred years old will be like ginseng seedlings, inconspicuous."
"This is because the old ginseng has burrowed too deep into the ground, and the leaves above it have withered. When spring comes again, they will naturally look like seedlings."
(This is the author’s imagination and has basically nothing to do with reality, please don’t spray it)
The old man looked at the old ginseng tightly and said, "But the old ginseng is different from the ginseng seedlings. The leaves are thicker and tougher."
"Ordinary people can't tell, but from such a close distance, I can still recognize the old man."
As he said that, he looked at Jiang Hong and said, "Brother Jiang, you discovered this mallet. I can't hide it from you. I had the idea to hide it just now. I'm so ashamed!"
Jiang Hong also came back to his senses and said: "Brother, there is no such thing as a saint in terms of deeds and heart."
"If it weren't for you, brother, who would have known that this is a century-old ginseng?"
"Dig it out first, brother. I'll collect it at 80% of the market price. How about that?"
"No, no! You discovered this, how can you pay for it again?"
The boss waved his hand and refused. Since he chose to stick to his principles, he couldn't break the rules.
In the end, Jiang Hong and the boss argued for a long time, but they decided to calculate the money based on the year of the ginseng, which was 10,000 a year.
To be fair, the price was very low, but Jiang Hong persuaded the boss for a long time before he agreed.
Originally, according to the boss's wishes, it only meant that each person was given 50,000 yuan.
But Jiang Hong obviously wouldn't do this kind of thing.
The premise of cooperation is win-win.
The old boss said no more, opened the box he had always carried with him, and took out the jade tools inside.
Then, I started digging for ginseng bit by bit.
After about an hour, the old man dug out only one head, and the next thing was the roots.
"I'm afraid it's more than a hundred years old. The hundred-year-old stick I dug with my dad last time didn't have so many roots."
Lao stood up with his head, supported his waist, looked at the dense roots that were beginning to appear, and said so.
"Brother, how old do you look like?"
Jiang Hong asked in surprise when he heard this.
"It's not clear right now, let's wait until it's dug out."
The old man rested for a while and then continued digging.
This time it took longer. After taking a break and digging for a while, four or five hours passed.
Finally, the old man carefully took out the ginseng.
Not one of the densely packed roots was broken, a century-old ginseng intact.
The old man took a deep breath, picked off a piece of moss without stopping, and wrapped the whole ginseng.
This is an old method that can best preserve ginseng.
"This ginseng is worth at least three hundred years!"
Lao took a deep breath and handed it to Jiang Hong solemnly.
