In the early morning of the next day, Ling Zikai, who was still asleep, was woken up by a sound of talking from outside the wooden house.

I opened my eyes in a daze and looked out the window, the sky was just beginning to dim. I could vaguely see some figures shaking in the empty space outside the house.

Could it be that those hired mountain herders have come up the mountain, this is too early!

While he was pondering, the voice of the cuckoo came from outside: "Uncles, you have come up the mountain so early, and you haven't eaten breakfast yet! ”

"Miss Juan'er, you don't have to be busy, we all bring our own dry food. Six or seven hundred mallets were dug in two days, which is a bit urgent, so we have to hurry. ”

"Yes, in a while, it will be dawn, you better take us to the field first!"

Listening to the conversation outside the house, it was really those hired ginseng pickers who came, as the owner, Ling Zikai was naturally embarrassed to lie on the bed anymore, and after hurriedly getting dressed, he walked out of the wooden house.

Seeing Ling Zikai come out, Du Juan was stunned for a moment, and then said, "You also get up! That's right, come with us to participate in the field." Later, I will sacrifice to the mountain, but you are the master of the game. ”

Ling Zikai responded.

Because it was the first time to meet those ginseng pickers, and they were unfamiliar with each other, Ling Zikai nodded at them and said hello.

The ginseng pickers were all men over forty years old, each with a tool for digging ginseng, and it seemed that they were all old mountain visitors who often ran in the woods.

Although they met Ling Zikai for the first time, they had been known for a long time about the new boss of Yunhai Forest Farm, so they all looked at him with curiosity.

Ling Zikai didn't care about the gaze they cast, and when he saw that the cuckoo was carrying a basket on his shoulder with a hoe, he walked over and took the burden.

Du Juan didn't shirk either, as if he felt that this burden should have been carried by Ling Zikai in the first place, which was a natural thing.

The group left the wooden house, and after walking for more than 20 minutes, they came to a forest planted with understory ginseng.

Originally, Ling Zikai planned to dig out the ginseng in the forest where the black honey was stationed first, but since the black honey built a nest in the forest, he occupied that place, and outsiders didn't dare to enter it, for fear of being stung by the black bees, so he had to change to another participatory.

Fortunately, when he was fine a few days ago, Ling Zikai walked through several other places where the understory ginseng was planted in the forest farm, and combed all the understory ginseng with the energy of the ancestral gods.

When we arrived at our destination, it was already dark.

Before entering the forest, the cuckoo folded three more stones into a small temple, then took the basket that Ling Zikai had picked up, lifted the blue cloth square scarf covering it, and took out a few plates of sacrifices from it.

Ling Zikai took a look, and there were a pig's head, four pig's trotters, and a pig's tail in those plates, which probably symbolized a whole pig. In addition, there are five wine glasses, a bottle of liquor. I didn't know that the cuckoo was prepared at such a time, and I didn't even know it at all.

The cuckoo motioned for Ling Zikai to open the wine bottle and pour wine into the five glasses. Then he took out a large handful of incense from the basket, lit it for him to light and distribute it to everyone present.

"Zikai, today you will lead everyone to worship the ancestral god!"

Hearing the cuckoo's words, those ginseng pickers were stunned.

According to the traditional rules, this kind of sacrificial mountain ceremony is the oldest among the people, the most experienced old leader to preside, but now the cuckoo let the front of the forest farm a few days ago, it is estimated that the hairy boy who doesn't even know what to put the mountain to do the head.

Fortunately, now it is just digging ginseng in the forest farm, not really going into the old forest to put the mountain, and sacrificing the mountain is a formality, and it is up to the rhododendron to make its own claim.

Ling Zikai shook his head and said, "Sister, I don't understand anything, so let's come!"

The cuckoo made a face and said solemnly: "No, you have to do this today." If you don't, just follow me!"

Seeing the cuckoo's categorical appearance, Ling Zikai had to smile bitterly, took the incense and led everyone to kneel on the ground and kowtow, and under the teaching of the cuckoo, he prayed loudly:

"The ancestral gods are on the head, the gods and immortals, we are going to enter the mountain today, please show us the way, let us open our eyes, take a lot of goods, make a fortune, kill chickens and slaughter pigs and then come and wish to worship you!"

After the worship was finished, Ling Zikai explained to the ginseng pickers that as long as they found that they were "four leaves" (that is, they had grown for five years), all the understory ginseng would be dug up.

A ginseng picker said in a skeptical tone: "Boss Xiaoling, this forest ginseng can only be worth a few dollars if it grows to more than 'five leaves', isn't it a pity that you let us even dig up 'four leaves'!"

Someone next to him chimed in: "That's right, in another five or six years of mining, the price of your understory ginseng can at least triple." ”

Some people kindly persuaded him: "Boss Xiaoling, have you heard that the town is going to take back the contracting rights of the forest farm and resell it to those developers, so you want to sell all these ginseng seedlings! Don't believe those rumors and spoil these good ginseng seedlings." ”

"That's right, Miss Juan, you better persuade your brother!"

Listening to everyone's gossip, Ling Zikai couldn't laugh or cry, although he knew that they were all well-intentioned, he still felt a little impatient, and said: "Okay! I said that these forest ginseng were planted by you, or did I plant them? As long as you do what I say, you don't have to worry about other things!"

Seeing Ling Zikai say this, those ginseng pickers immediately closed their mouths.

The ten men then split into two groups. First, five people lined up, holding rope sticks in their hands, and walked into the forest.

It didn't take long for someone to find the trace of the ginseng in the forest, took out the red rope and tied it to the head of the reed, and turned back to beckon another group of people to go up and dig.

Ling Zikai and the cuckoo did not go into the forest to dig, but collected the understory ginseng that had been dug out and wrapped in moss and birch bark outside.

Although those understory ginseng are artificially planted, they were only sown at the beginning, and they were allowed to grow under natural conditions, so the place where they grow is not regular, and it is not easy to find, and sometimes even if they are found, they cannot be harvested because the ginseng age is less than the requirements set by Ling Zikai.

So after nearly two hours passed, more than 20 understory ginseng trees were dug up.

Ling Zikai couldn't help but feel a little anxious when he saw it in his eyes. At this rate, it will take at least five days to collect all 1,000 trees, and it will definitely be too late.

"Sister, you collect it alone, and I'll help them. ”

After Ling Zikai finished speaking, he walked into the forest, collected all the red ropes on the ten people, and held them in his hands.

Everyone didn't know what Ling Zikai was doing when he collected all the red ropes. Just as he was puzzled, he saw Ling Zikai glance around with his gaze, and then walked straight to a bush more than 20 meters away from him, took out a red rope, bent down and tied a knot, and then turned around and shouted: "There is a mallet here, you have someone to dig it!"

Before everyone could react, he immediately walked to another place ten meters away, tied a ginseng seedling with a red rope again, and shouted for people to pass.

In the blink of an eye, Ling Zikai actually found no less than twenty ginseng seedlings in this more than 1,000 square meters.

At first, everyone thought that Ling Zikai must have looked for these ginseng seedlings in the forest and knew where they were growing, so they could find them without looking. This is fine, you don't have to spend any more time looking for it, and the ten people just dig up the ginseng seedlings that are tied to the red rope.

However, as the red ropes in the forest became more and more tied up, everyone felt that something was wrong.

You must know that this entire forest covers an area of nearly five square kilometers, and the ground is overgrown with shrubs and weeds, even if Ling Zikai came to check it before, it is impossible to remember the growth location of all the understory ginseng in his mind and find it accurately. Moreover, none of the ginseng seedlings dug up were less than five years old.

Everyone began to secretly slander in their hearts: "Isn't this kid a southerner, before he came to the sea of clouds, I'm afraid he hadn't even seen what ginseng looked like! How can he find a mallet that is sharper than us old mountain visitors who have been drilling in the forest for half our lives, how is this possible?"