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Chapter 611: Ginseng Flowers Bloom and Fill the Mountain

The next day, Cuihua left the backer with joy, and the monkey also returned to Nanwazi to work with peace of mind, waiting for good news. The fat man went up the mountain alone to transport building materials.

In order to hide people's eyes, the fat man went to the radar station at the first stop, trying to get those moose down the mountain, and by the way, transplanting some ginseng seedlings in the ginseng garden.

This time, the fat man also had an eye: half of it was planted in the mountains, and half of it was left in the box to grow.

It's half, but it's a terrifying number. Because once it develops into a scale, the number of ginseng plants increases dozens of times each time, and a ginseng plant can have fifty or sixty seeds, and now there are nearly 200 seeds that can bear fruit. And the fat man's wooden box is planted with things, and the survival rate is extremely high, so this year's ginseng seedlings are 10,000.

In this way, the newly developed ginseng garden will also be useful, even if it can't be planted, I think the number of next year will be more, so the fat man has planned: plant a thousand ginseng gardens, and the rest will simply be planted in the mountains.

Although some of them may be destroyed by birds and beasts, there are still many left. Anyway, the contract period is 30 years, which is no different from planting in your own home.

This is definitely a potential stock, think about 30 years later, tens of thousands, even hundreds of thousands, millions of pure old ginseng, that value is definitely an infinitely terrifying number.

It is precisely for this reason that the fat man walked very slowly along the way, carrying a small shovel on his shoulder, and after walking for a while, he dug a pit and planted a ginseng seedling, without even leaving a mark.

In the big green mountains, the fat man's hum echoed every day: "It's okay today-go and plow the ground-"

Four days later, when we arrived at the radar station, more than 2,000 ginseng seedlings were used. It seems that when there is nothing to do, I still have to go deep into the mountains and transplant mountain ginseng, which is a long way to go.

Seeing the radar station, the fat man made a burden, carried it on his shoulders, and then trembled up the mountain. Every time he comes, the fat man is not empty-handed, he always pours something, and it is the necessities of life at the radar station.

The sentry saw the fat man from afar and reported the news, and the company commander He Xiaowu immediately greeted him with a few people. Since becoming the new head of the radar station, he has gradually learned that everything here has a close relationship with the backing mountain, and the situation between the military and the people is best explained here, so this fine tradition must be continued.

"Coming from me, fat man!" After Commander He shook hands with the fat man, he was also very surprised: there are many wild animals in the mountains, and even the radar station occasionally has blind bears and wild boars patronizing.

The burden on the fat man's shoulders was snatched away by the soldiers, and he was polite: "No, I'm not tired - Commander He, I'm used to wandering around the mountains alone, it's almost like walking around in my own home." ”

In fact, the fat man really didn't talk nonsense, the burden was just picked up, he was not tired at all, but the soldier who took the burden was a little unbearable, good guy, a burden is 200 pounds, pick it up from the bottom of the mountain, it is strange if you are not tired. He had barely taken a few steps before he bared his teeth.

"This is the sauce made by the villagers, more than 100 catties of soybeans, and when it is between April 18 and May Festival of the lunar calendar, you can put the sauce. "What the fat man brought turned out to be a big sauce cube.

This thing is around the Qingming Festival every year, and at that time, everyone has to choose soybeans, and pick out the ones with insect eyes and green beans.

There is no machine for seed selection, and the common people also have a local method, which cushions the two legs of the kang table to form a gentle slope, and then puts a few chopsticks on both sides, and the middle is the field of Gulu soybeans.

The fuller soybeans are rolled down the slope to the dustpan below, and those that are not qualified are left on the table and then put away separately.

The little babies are most willing to do this, and they do the work as if they were playing.

The soybeans are selected, they are washed and boiled in the pot, the process is relatively long, and they generally have to stay overnight, and the next day, when the soybeans are boiled to a thin scale, then they are mashed with a sauce pestle. Broken into a rectangular piece of sauce, basically one foot long, half a foot wide and high, a piece of more than ten catties.

Such sauce pieces cannot be used immediately, they have to be wrapped in newspaper, put on the kang, and slowly fermented for a few months, and then wait for the weather to warm up before the sauce pieces can be moved out, scrubbed outside, broken into pieces, and then put salt and water in the sauce jar, and slowly carry out secondary fermentation.

At this time, the most important thing is to rake the sauce in the sauce jar every day and skim out the dirty things, so the miso of the diligent people, as soon as the sauce jar is opened, they will smell the fragrance from afar;

When ordinary people tell jokes, they often take a story: It depends on whose daughter-in-law is lazy or not, just taste the sauce.

There are more than 30 soldiers at the radar station, and most of the sauce has to be pickled in the large vat of sauerkraut, which is provided by the common people in Shantun every year.

"It's troublesome again. He Lian Chang sighed sincerely, it is a great happiness to be able to get along so well with the people, and think about everything for you.

Talking and laughing and walking forward, the fat man saw Lao Wu wearing a straw hat and sitting on the side of the road, looking at him with a smile. In the distance, on a meadow, are rows of beehives.

"You're still old-" The fat man muttered, the ancients said that it is rare to have half a day of leisure, this old Wu Tou will really live, no wonder the fat old man has moved the idea of going to the mountain with him to raise bees.

"The fat man is here, and I will play two sets in a while, I have been feeling refreshed recently, and my brain is getting clearer and clearer, so I just want you to open the knife first. Old Wu looked like an old god, and he was angry and wanted to laugh.

"I don't have time to coax you to play. "The fat man is still leading the soldiers to grow ginseng.

"Don't play pull-down, I'm now playing chess with He Lianchang, it's much more interesting than playing chess with you. Old Wu Tou laughed, not caring at all.

Because the fat man came, he improved the food as usual, and the newly caught big fish, as well as the freshly picked pickles, were all fresh.

The fat man slapped his thigh, hurriedly untied the big backpack on his body, and then took out several large bags of dried tofu from it, each of which was as thin as paper, golden in color, and full of elasticity when stretched.

The water quality of the backing mountain tun is good, and the tofu made is particularly delicious, the tofu is white and tender, the dry tofu is soft and thin, and the meat is thorough, and it is good to eat raw or stewed and stir-fried. In Northeast cuisine, dried tofu and peppers are definitely an indispensable dish.

Because the fighters at the radar station can't do it, when they go up the mountain, everyone is willing to bring some dried tofu up. Especially in this month, put some egg sauce in it, and then sprinkle some diced mother-in-law, coriander and shallots, and then roll it into a cylinder, which tastes the most chewy, and you don't need other snacks.

After lunch, the fat man went to the ginseng garden to take a turn and get all the ginseng seedlings out, and then returned to the radar station to find helpers. It just so happened that Wang Sanpao and they also chose all the strongholds, and when they returned victoriously, they joined the plan to transplant ginseng.

The soldiers all carried small military shovels, followed the fat man into the ginseng garden, and looked at a large number of ginseng seedlings with a density like small radish vegetables, and they were a little dumbfounded: If this is ten or eight years, what a fortune it should be!

"Hehe, everyone sells some strength, remember what they planted, and when they retire from the army, each person brings a wild ginseng home. The fat man shouted, full of pride.

"Fat brother, can you reissue a few of us first. Li Qiang stretched his head in front of the fat man.

"Ahem-you all owe it first, wait for the ginseng to grow up and then receive it. Our family has a big business, and some of them are ginseng dolls, what are you afraid of!" The fat man patted his chest angrily.

Most of the soldiers have grown ginseng, so they are familiar with the road, although this thing is more expensive, but in the eyes of the fat man, it is not much different from eggplant seedlings and pepper seedlings. People can grow well in the wild, so don't care too much.

Everyone planted, and the fat man carried two buckets and was responsible for watering. was busy working, Wang Sanpao came over: "Fat man, where did so many ginseng seedlings come from?"

"It's all ginseng seeds collected every autumn, and there will be more than this in the future. The fat man replied casually.

"If that's the case, I have an idea, just take out some of it and scatter it in the mountains, and I guess it will grow better. Ginseng is too dense to grow. Wang Sanpao said to the fat man while smacking the small cigarette pouch.

The fat man was going to keep the plan a secret, but he didn't expect Wang Sanpao to think of it with him. So he said a few times: "Third uncle, you belong to the afterthought, I have already started to act." ”

"Yes, where are they planted?" Wang Sanpao was also excited, in the past, in this big green mountain, hundreds of old ginseng trees could be produced every year, and then there were dozens of them, and finally a few, and they were all about to become extinct, and they couldn't imagine that there would be a day when they would flourish again.

The fat man scratched the back of his head: "Third uncle, there are thousands of trees, how can I remember them." Anyway, it's in the mountains, so let's look for it slowly. Hehe, I suddenly had an idea, wait for a few years, go up the mountain to travel, there is a special project, that is, to be a ginseng picker. ”

Wang Sanpao couldn't keep up with the fat man's train of thought, and his brain was a little dizzy for a while: "Fatty, you're too casual, don't you just catch up with peeing after entering the mountain, when is it, just find a place to come." ”

The fat man is also happy, Wang Sanpao's metaphor is really - it is really similar to the actual situation, a bit arbitrary.

"Also, if you ask someone else to pick ginseng, who will you pick it?"

"Of course it's ours, and when we pick a wild ginseng, we have to pay for it. The fat man said with a wink of small eyes.

"Pull it, those people are sick, help us work, and give us money when we are done. Wang Sanpao really couldn't understand it.

The fat man's heart is very bottom-up: "Third uncle, don't worry, to put it bluntly, you are full of food and support, and it is called hunting curiosity if it sounds good." Think about it, who wouldn't want to have an addiction to digging ginseng. ”

"That's right. Wang Sanpao scratched the back of his head, the excitement of finding the treasure is enough for people to remember for a lifetime, just like the prey he wore for the first time. In this way, the fat man's idea is not all whimsical, and it may be possible to realize it in the future.