In those days, even express trains were not fast. It took more than 10 hours to get to Shenyang at five o'clock, and then to Baihe Station at the foot of Changbai Mountain, which took more than 20 hours.

Qu Guangquan walked out of the train station, and it was already the morning of the third day.

There was just a shower here last night, the blue sky and white clouds, the fresh air, and the cool summer breeze blew, Qu Guangquan inhaled sharply, and suddenly felt refreshed.

Leaving the package in the luggage room, Qu Guangquan bought a "mallet needle" made of robe leg bones at the stall next to the station, and beckoned a motorized three-wheeler: "Go to Thirteen Ditch!"

The driver glanced at Qu Guangquan and smiled: "Digging mallets (ginseng), there will be no thirteen ditches! ”

Qu Guangquan bent down and got into the carriage and smiled slightly: "Since you are here, you should try your luck." ”

The driver is very sincere: "You outsiders, think that digging sticks and mallets are so easy to dig, the older generation of the era of digging ginseng, generally do not destroy the mountains and forests, and there are still many opportunities to pick wild ginseng in that era." In the past ten years, the price of ginseng has been getting higher and higher day by day, and the price of wild ginseng has risen to an unbeatable price. We, the idlers of Gada, as long as it is in July, we are all digging all over the mountains. That's not it. It is even more difficult for you outsiders to pick wild ginseng than it is to climb to the sky!"

It is indeed difficult to pick wild ginseng in Shisandaogou, and it is completely extinct after 1989, because in 1989, there was a mountain farmer in Fusong County, who picked a wild ginseng in Shisandaogou, weighing 305 grams, and it is estimated that it has grown underground for nearly 500 years from the wild ginseng reed.

This ginseng is the oldest wild ginseng in China, and it is also the heaviest and largest ginseng, known as the "King of Ginseng", and is also known as the "National Treasure".

After the king dug it out, the ginseng collection in the thirteen ditches was almost crazy!

It can be said that every inch of land in the thirteen ditches has been turned over. It's a pity that the others don't have that good luck anymore.

Coincidentally, when Qu Guangquan was studying in his last life, one of his classmates was from Yanbian, who once led Qu Guangquan to the Thirteen Ditches and saw with his own eyes the specific location where he went to the king.

A classmate once pointed out to Qu Guangquan: Behind the self-built latrine behind the ranger's cabin!

The poor ranger worships the god of grains there every day, but he doesn't see the national treasure behind his ass. And none of the mountain farmers who put the mountain had the whim to look behind the toilet.

Until 1989, there was a farmer who had bad luck and had diarrhea as soon as he went up the mountain, and when the pit was occupied, he ran to the back of the toilet hungry and was hit by luck!

An hour and a half later, Qu Guangquan finally stood at the foot of the thirteen ditches.

The dense forest is endless, and a sheep's gut path disappears into the depths of the forest. Qu Guangquan's memory was blurred all of a sudden, and the place he had visited after 2,000 years in the previous life was now completely different.

The mountains of corn in my memory are now full of greenery. The wide avenue in memory is now only a small road. The houses scattered on the side of the road in my memory are now only tall and straight beauty pines.

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The price of ginseng reached its peak in 1988, and planting one mu of ginseng could earn tens of thousands of yuan, which greatly stimulated the enthusiasm of farmers.

Ginseng is delicate, the requirements for soil quality are very high, it is best to have more humus in the woods, in order to achieve the maximum yield is best to freshly cut woodland, there are also requirements for altitude, preferably hillside land.

At a time when environmental awareness was non-existent or relatively low, deforestation was almost outrageous.

Ginseng has a more delicate place, it takes six years for ginseng to really grow, but the soil quality is not good after four years of ginseng planting, and you have to change the soil again, either to buy soil, or you have to transplant.

It is equivalent to planting one acre of ginseng, and at least more than one acre of woodland must be cultivated.

This is not counting, ginseng cultivation can not be repeated, after a piece of land has been planted with ginseng, theoretically it will take 33 years before you can plant it for the second time.

The farmers said that it would take at least 60 years to grow well.

This is equivalent to ginseng farmers who want to plant ginseng again, and they also need to open up new forest land.

By 2014, according to aerial photographers, more than one-third of the forest land in the Changbai Mountain forest area had been cleared, and 80% of the mountaintops were bare!

Out of superstition about the king, the rate of felling of the thirteen ditches of woodland is even faster than that of other places.

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Where is the ranger's hut in the mountains?

Carrying a backpack and going up the mountain, even if you can't pick the ginseng plant, you should also enjoy the beautiful scenery of Changbai Mountain, which is difficult to see in later generations.

On the hillside is a large area of beauty pine, one by one like a fairy descending to earth, dancing, colorful.

Some are like cranes spreading their wings, some are like dancing girls offering flowers, some are like Chang'e running to the moon, and some are like the Monkey King pouring over the sea and rivers......

Mongolian oak, chaff linden, maple, walnut, yellow pineapple, and aspen, which dot the rocky crevices of the hillside, are colorful.

Qu Guangquan's infinite reverie seems to have entered an illusory realm.

The waves are like waves crashing against the shore, but they are more calming than the waves.

"Hey, young man, there's no road in the wooded area ahead, and you'll get lost when you walk in!" shouted a man in his forties who looked like an uncle in the back.

"Uh!" Qu Guangquan opened his arms: "Uncle, this place is so beautiful!"

"It's still called beauty!" the uncle drew a big circle with his fingers, "In the fifties, here and here, all of them were primeval forests, and it was called really beautiful at that time!"

The middle-aged man is radiant, and behind him is the endless green hills.

"Don't move, where you go, it's the scenery!" Qu Guangquan took out his camera from his backpack and pressed the shutter briskly.

"Hey, you know that if you take a picture of me, I have to wash my face. ”

Uncle is a little regretful, cameras were very rare back then, and rural people had to run to the city to take a photo, and it was easy to take a photo, but they didn't wash their faces!

"It's okay, I bought a lot of film. Wash it off!" Qu Guangquan took out a few films from his bag and gestured.

The middle-aged uncle walked briskly, the sunlight pierced through the leaves, jumping on his back one by one, and the beautiful wildflowers under his feet were stepped on.

Qu Guangquan stopped and pressed the shutter again.

The shutter sound of the Nikon F3 is crisp, and the quiet mountain forest is far away.

The middle-aged uncle who was going to look for water stopped, but he didn't expect the people in the city to take film so seriously, and smiled shyly: "Young man, if you come with me to my house, I'll call my mother-in-law!"

"Okay!"

The legendary ranger house, probably not, right?

Sure enough, no.

Although the house is also on the hillside, it is a small courtyard of four bungalows, and the small courtyard is fenced with tree branches, and there is half an acre of vegetable field, in which a middle-aged woman is picking eggplants.

"Yanling, don't pick vegetables, wash your face, this young man has a camera, let him take a picture of the two of us!"

"What, Leopard Dad, take pictures! My mother comes, look at the mud on my face!" Yanling straightened up, probably wiped a handful of sweat when she was picking grass, and there was a clear mud mark on her face, but it was very simple and cute.

Qu Guangquan smiled and said, "Auntie, don't move, I'll bring you one first." ”

The leopard's father also thinks his wife looks very good-looking, "Yanling, just like this, it's good-looking, good-looking!"

The middle-aged Yanling finally left a clay face photo at the edge of the vegetable field, and the leopard father who participated in the command was full of happiness.

After taking a group photo, Yanling's eyes were full of longing, "Young man, can I take a single picture?"

"Okay, no problem! Auntie, uncle, you can do whatever you want!" Although film was very expensive in that era, it was no longer a problem for Qu Guangquan.

Leopard Dad was embarrassed, "What's the best way to do this?"

"Hey, you're welcome. I'm just out playing, relaxing. You are happy, and I am happy!"

Qu Guangquan's camera did not take black-and-white photos that were still popular at that time, but also in color.

The two of them looked at a few photos in the back, and they were even more excited and embarrassed.

"Yanling, you let the two children take pictures! Hurry up, cook, let the young man have lunch!"

"Okay, Leopard Dad, you ride to the tunzi to buy some wine!"