"Three hundred years?"
Jiang Hong was stunned for a moment, not because he felt pity for the three million, but because he was surprised.
You know, although Jiang Hong is well-informed, the maximum price of three-hundred-year-old wild ginseng is only 20 million, but Jiang Hong doesn't care about this small amount of money.
But things are rare and valuable, and even with Jiang Hong's experience, this was the first time he saw a three-hundred-year-old ginseng.
Hmm...it should be a face-saving gift to my wife.
Jiang Hong thought so.
"Brother Jiang, now we have the stick, let's pack it up and go down the mountain."
The old man wrapped his head around the wild ginseng wrapped in moss, handed it to Jiang Hong carefully, and then said.
"Aren't you going into the old forest?"
Jiang Hong was a little surprised. According to the plan before entering the mountain, this was just the beginning.
"The rules for mountaineers are that each time they go up the mountain, they can only take away one stick."
The old man pointed his head at the nine people including himself, then pointed at the wild ginseng, and said: "Now, there are ten people. They are perfect. What a blessing."
There are nine people going up the mountain, and ten people going down the mountain plus sticks. This is the old rule.
"Since it's a rule, then I'll listen to you, brother."
Jiang Hong had no intention of playing devil's advocate and nodded in agreement.
The group quickly packed up their things and followed the old boss back the same way.
Jiang Qi fell behind and looked back at the hole that had been buried.
A large translucent fox was standing there, saluting Jiang Qi.
Jiang Qi nodded to it, thought for a moment, and with a flick of his finger, a burst of Xuan Qi passed through.
Don't let people work in vain.
The big fox gave Jiang Qi a pleasant surprise and then left respectfully.
The ginseng just now was naturally the one that Hu promised to arrange. It cannot be said to be perfect, but at least it is within the range that ordinary people can accept.
Jiang Qi didn't care what happened to the ginseng in the end. His original intention was to use this ginseng to test the leader.
If the boss chooses to hide it, there is no need to continue the cooperation.
Fortunately, the boss finally chose to abide by the rules.
As for the three million given out, that was Jiang Hong's final decision. After using three million to buy the boss, he would work even harder. No matter how you look at it, it’s not a loss.
What's more, this money is distributed to the mountaineers, including the old leader, and does not belong to the old leader himself.
This comes from Jiang Qi's postgraduate entrance examination, which he always passed.
And if one day Jiang Qi goes to solve his secret, he will inevitably have to deal with the old leader or the next leader.
Of course, the better option is to let parents work hard to have another baby.
Anyway, Jiang Qi, a big guy, has now stepped into the world of Xuanxiu, so he is considered to have practiced incorrectly.
It would be better to cultivate a trumpet from an early age to inherit the family property.
Along the way, Jiang Qi was thinking about the feasibility of this plan to persuade his parents to raise a trumpet.
A conservative estimate is that for at least twenty years, the secrets about him will not be revealed.
Along the way, Jiang Hong would look back at his son from time to time, always feeling that the boy didn't hold it in well.
There was not much time left before dark. It was impossible to go down the mountain at night, so we could only rest one night in the ruined temple.
After arriving at the ruined temple, Lao Shen and several mountaineers were busy making dinner.
Jiang Qi was a little idle and looked at the mural.
It seems that he felt Jiang Qi's gaze, or in other words, he was waiting for Jiang Qi specially.
The image of Liu Xian in the mural, that is, Liu Shiqian, suddenly came to life, and he raised his hand to Jiang Qigong.
"Sir, I came here to deliver a message on the orders of Fifth Grandma."
Liu Shiqian's voice on the mural was vague, but it reached Jiang Qi's ears accurately.
Only Jiang Qi could hear it.
To outsiders, murals are still murals.
Jiang Qi's expression changed when he heard this, and he asked via voice transmission: "What are you talking about?"
"Fifth Grandma said not to delve into the cause of the spiritual energy failure, at least not now."
After Liu Shiqian said this, he handed over his hand again, and then the agility on the mural disappeared.
This proves that Liu Shiqian has left.
Jiang Qi lowered his head, a flash of thought flashing in his eyes.
What does Fifth Grandma mean by this?
What does it mean not to delve deeper into the causes of spiritual energy failure now?
Will it be OK in the future?
In other words, will there be any changes?
It can be seen from the warm sedan chair of the Fifth Grandma and the eight paper figures wearing flying fish suits that the Fifth Grandma is not simple.
But Jiang Qi had no intention of exploring this aspect.
The words passed by the Fifth Grandma were obviously a reminder, but what was the reason?
Jiang Qi discovered that during this trip to Changbai Mountain, in addition to learning some about Hui Ya's past, it also added several doubts.
However, Jiang Qi is a person who listens to advice very much. Now that Fifth Grandma has said it, he has temporarily put aside his curiosity in this regard.
Putting aside his doubts in this regard, Jiang Qi rested for a while and waited until dinner was served.
It still has an industrial meaty aroma and tastes just like that.
After the meal, everyone began to rest, and the whole night was silent.
The next morning, the group set out for the mountain.
When there was a signal, Lao Tou called the person staying at the foot of the mountain.
Although the people left behind were a little confused, they still sent a car to pick him up without stopping.
Wait until I get back to the boss's home.
Before Jiang Hong even sat down on the stool, a group of mountaineers surrounded him.
"Boss Jiang, please open our eyes."
"Yes, yes! I have never seen a three-hundred-year-old stick in my life."
Whether they were following up the mountain or staying behind, they all came over and said with a smile.
"Okay, no problem, let everyone come over and open their eyes!"
Jiang Hong would naturally not refuse the opportunity to appear in front of others, not to mention that he could also advertise.
There is no airtight wall in the world. One word spreads to ten and spreads to hundreds.
For a time, almost half the village came to watch the fun.
Three hundred years old ginseng!
You will probably see this once in your life!
When there are many people, it is inevitable that some will have other thoughts.
But after seeing the boss and Boss Liu who came to deliver the leather, he gave up the idea.
At noon that day, the boss's house was very lively.
According to Jiang Hong, the villagers cannot be allowed to go back hungry.
So, a meal of pig-killing dishes with Xuecheng characteristics was laid out.
Jiang Qi did not participate, but just grabbed a bowl of pork stewed with vermicelli.
White Jade Pen Holder is very interested in this rough, simple but delicious cauldron dish.
Jiang Qi did not go out after eating, but stayed in his room. The energy from Changbai Mountain still existed.
Before Jiang Qi left Xuecheng, he was not prepared to solve this feng shui situation.
One is to nip it in the bud, and the other is to knock down the vibrating tiger, or rather... the vibrating rat.
As long as Gray Fang is near Changbai Mountain, he will definitely be able to feel the power that crushes its possessed disciple.
Jiang Qi was not afraid of Huiya's reaction, but he was afraid that it would sit in one place and not move.
The problem now is not how to deal with Gray Fang, but how to find it.
"Would you like to contact someone from the official family?"
