Ginseng is in China, native to Shangdang and Liaodong.

Liaodong, here, can basically be summarized as the zone centered on the Changbai Mountains and the Changbai Mountains, while Shangdang refers to the area centered on the Taihang Mountains in Shanxi.

However, the ginseng in the Taihang Mountains was dug up early.

During the Ming and Qing dynasties, ginseng from the Changbai Mountains began to enter the Central Plains.

Therefore, in the era of the owner of the wood chips, the Song Dynasty, ginseng may indeed be an extremely ordinary weed here, and it may not even be a herb.

More extremely, maybe some natives inadvertently dug up a thousand-year-old ginseng, treated it as a sweet potato or something, took it back, washed it, cut it, boiled it, and ate it all the soup and water, but the next day, "died violently".

Then there may be such a record in the local medical history, "There is an unknown grass in the holy mountain, and its underground stems are slender and slender like kudzu, which is highly poisonous, and people eat it and die suddenly." Because of its humanoid form, this ghost is woody?"

In short, at that time, no one knew the beauty of the He's family, and the wild ginseng that was extremely precious because of its rarity in later generations may indeed be "everywhere" here.

After looking at the large tract of ginseng in the ginseng garden again, Xu Guangling felt inexplicably absurd in his heart. It's like gold is quite valuable, but in a certain place an entire mountain range is gold, not in grams, not in pounds, not in cars, but in the way of "a region".

It's very unbalanced.

Xu Guangling continued to look at the record of the wood chips.

The owner of the wood chips was also ecstatic to see this treasure mountain full of ginseng.

Then, relying on this ginseng, he cured quite a lot of diseases, and gradually he was really regarded as a miracle doctor, both in the government and among the people, and he was extremely famous.

The government invited him to be a government doctor several times, and he was the kind who sat on the top spot, but he refused without hesitation.

In the account, the owner of the wood chips confessed quite frankly: "Although the servant is itching, he does not dare to covet it, and he takes ginseng as a god, and he does not stop this! ”

The next account is about this underground space.

When he was digging ginseng up the mountain, the owner of the wood chips accidentally fell and fell down several roots, and continued to fall headless and brainlessly.

Just as the owner of the wood chip was shouting in his heart that I would die, he was stopped by a huge mountain rock. After the horror calmed down for a while, the owner of the wood chips found a huge crack in the edge of the rock, tilting, extending downward, and there was no bottom in sight.

"Like a path to the netherworld. ”

The owner of the wood chips was surprised and scared in his heart, and at this time he was afraid of gaining the upper hand, and even standing on the edge of this mountain rock, he felt a gust of wind blowing, and he fled in a panic.

But slowly, Naqi came back to life.

Passing by the site again and again, the owner of the wood chips finally couldn't help it.

What the hell is going on underground?

Curiosity kills cats.

Cats have curiosity, just like people, even more so than cats.

Having brought enough dry food and water, knives, sticks, and ropes for self-defense, and making both material and psychological preparations, the owner of the wood chips finally entered the rift and tried to move down step by step.

The road is not easy to walk.

There is no "road" at all, but a big gap and a small gap, so that it is often necessary to use both hands and feet.

But after most of the day's tossing, the owner of the wood chips is still in the end.

Then he saw the fairyland, or the place where the gods lived.

It is probably the lake and earth fire that Xu Guangling saw before, Xu Guangling seems to be only slightly rare, but in the eyes of the owner of the wood chips, the lake is churning with mist, and the holy fire is rising on the edge of the water, "This god's dwelling!"

God's dwelling, but there is no God dwelling here.

After a few more trips up and in, the owner of the wood chips himself became the occupant of the place.

In the first step, he built a log cabin here.

In the second step, he tried to grow ginseng here.

Although there are a lot of ginseng in the mountains outside, it still needs to be found and excavated, so he wants to build a ginseng garden here, in such a mysterious and extremely secret place.

He dug up the ginseng from the outside and transplanted it and planted it.

It's done!

Ginseng moves smoothly and even grows better!

In the days that followed, the transplant project began.

Not only ginseng, but also some other herbs that are often used, and the owners of wood chips have also transplanted. But some of those lived, and some did not.

"There are 500 ginseng plants, all of which are thousands of years old. ”

The owner of the wood chips transplanted a full 500 ginseng trees, and all of them were more than 1,000 years old. To put it simply, ginseng under a thousand years old, he can't look down on it.

Seeing this, Xu Guangling no longer has the slightest doubt about the records of ginseng everywhere in front of the owner of the wood chips.

Suffering from squirrel disease, he has transplanted 500 ginseng, but the owner of the wood chips still did not stop, and in the following days, he still transplanted ginseng here, but no longer so often, but only transplanted one plant every three or five times, and the standards and requirements for ginseng were raised a lot.

If it is not the best ginseng, it will not be in the eyes.

In other words, even the ordinary thousand-year-old ginseng is now OUT.

Once the sea was difficult to water, except for Wushan, it is not a cloud. Thinking about the feat of this non-professional "ginseng picker" back then, Xu Guangling thought that if he told the two old men about this experience, especially the teacher, he would probably be so envious that he would even drool out.

And Mr. Chen, with Xu Guangling's understanding of him, if he heard such a thing, this old man would probably scold his mother.

It's not a tyrannical thing, but it can definitely be described as a tyrannical thing.

Why don't you go to heaven like this?

Looking down after the record, Xu Guangling was slightly stunned.

The owner of the wood chips became more and more perverted, and later, let alone any millennium or anything like that, even if he was old enough and tall enough, but the ginseng that was not good-looking was still included in his list of rejections! ”

After a thousand years, even in the mottled records, Xu Guangling can still imagine what kind of lying groove the owner of the wood chips was, no, high-spirited.

Again, after the owner of the wood chips planted a super-fine human-shaped ginseng here, suddenly, the ground shook.

Disaster is coming!

After the ground shook and the mountains shook, this space was fine, but the exit was completely sealed by the broken mountain rocks.

The huge mountain rock directly sealed the place where the mountain pass was, and the original large rift was now directly closed.

The owner of the wood chips froze.

Utterly unbelievable.

He tried to dig, but after only half a day, he despaired, because the rocks could not be dug at all, so he turned to the ground to dig, but it didn't take long to dig and he dug up the rocks again!

For the rest of the day, the owner of the wood chips was in the midst of digging and shouting, knowing that it was impossible, he still hoped that someone from above would pass by, hear his cries, and rescue him.

His voice became hoarse day by day, until one day, he lost his voice completely.

The owner of the wood chips has finally cut off all hope.

In the end, he attributed this unforeseen disaster to two points: first, mortals occupied the god's dwelling and offended the gods, and second, he dug up a large number of mountain spirits (ginseng) and offended the mountain gods.

"If you anger one God, your sin will be unforgivable, and if your servant angers two gods?"

This is the last record of the wood chips.

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