"Ziming, you go to the cellar to get some wine and meat in a while, let Lao Zhang pick some fresh vegetables, and make a delicious meal for these little friends, although I am simple, but I can't lose my courtesy." Li Laohan commanded.

Li Ziming readily agreed, turned around and went to the greenhouse to tell Lao Zhang and his wife to get ready as soon as possible.

Zhao Yuankang and a few people were roasting in the old man's house, and the old man was smoking a cigarette without saying a word, and the atmosphere was a little awkward.

Or through the sea can set the relationship, put a bag of dry tobacco for the old man's house, and help him light it, chatting together.

He himself is a native of the Northeast, and he has seen and heard a lot, and he has inherited the expertise of the Northeast people, which soon made the old man feel like he had met an old friend he hadn't seen for many years.

"Old man, I heard that you used to be a ginseng picker when you were young, that's powerful enough." Tonghai accosted the old man.

Ginseng pickers in the Northeast are a group of people who walk in the deep mountains and make a living by picking ginseng. In the past, people in the mountains called picking ginseng or digging ginseng "putting the mountain", generally a group of several people, voluntarily partnered, elected one of the experienced people as the "leader", and after everyone prepared dry food, they went into the mountain under the leadership of the "leader".

The leader is a highly respected character, in addition to having the ability to dominate the crowd, he must also have the prestige of being fair.

The ginseng picking team is also mixed, and there is no shortage of people with extreme temperament and self-discipline, which is not the person who can suppress the field, so that they can be convinced and driven by it.

The first thing after entering the mountain is to build a shack and settle down first, and then, under the leadership of the leader, burn incense and paper, kneel and worship the ancestor of the ginseng picker, the "old head of the mountain god", pray for peace and all the best. After the event, the "head" announced in public the "Shanli Mountain Rules" for picking ginseng, and the ginseng collected was divided equally by everyone, which is the harvest of the ginseng picker for a year.

If someone kills someone for profit, the boss can call on everyone to hunt down and clean up the portal.

The people who can sit on the top of the crowd of ginseng pickers are definitely worthy of being called a hero, and some have even become guests of the military forces.

And people like Li Haishan, who are willing to suffer poverty and live a low-key life, are definitely an outlier among them.

"There's nothing to say, the day when the knife licks the blood, if you can survive, it's the favor of God, what else to toss." Li Laohan was depressed and reluctant to mention the past.

Those ginseng pickers risked their lives to go into the mountains, enduring the cold, wild beast attacks, tribal pursuits, enemy plots and other life and death disasters, and fortunately survived

They are richly rewarded, and they feel that they can no longer live in aggrieved for the rest of their lives, and they have to be worthy of themselves every day, and most of them begin to squander.

"Then you haven't seen baby Gada less, haven't you?" This is an allusion to the large molded Samking-level baby.

Tonghai has been walking the rivers and lakes for a long time, knowing that such capable people have extraordinary experiences, but he doesn't want to say anything to people, smiles slightly, and gets up to fill the cup for the old man.

"Well, the children are teachable. Folk say, seven taels for ginseng, eight taels for treasure, of course, this seven taels, eight taels is not the current common unit of measurement, refers to the past sixteen taels for a pound of two, it can be said that the ginseng that grows into seven or eight taels, at least a hundred years. Li Laohan said to himself, but revealed the secret about the century-old ginseng.

"Seven taels of ginseng, is already the top grade, more than eight taels, it is simply a divine product, the old man was fortunate to see a spiritual root, but he had no chance to pick it, and therefore folded a few old brothers, all strange treasures have spirituality, not mortals can touch." The old man sighed faintly and pressed his saliva.

After a while, Li Ziming beckoned everyone to go to the kitchen to eat, and Lao Zhang and his family had already cleaned up the table and put a table full of dishes, in addition to some local game, the most attractive thing was the vegetables in the greenhouse.

These dishes, in the Beijing-Hebei region, regardless of spring, autumn, winter and summer, can be bought fresh in any vegetable market, but in the cold days of the Northeast, it is a luxury to be able to eat such fresh and pollution-free vegetables.

In addition to a few stir-fried dishes, there is also a vegetable platter called dipping pickles in the Northeast, where chili, cucumbers, green onions, and green radishes are cut into strips and dipped in a plate of sauce.

"Lao Zhang, you two go back and rest, and come back to roll the blinds before dark. Ziming, you take Xiao Gao and this girl to the town to buy some application items for entering the mountains, and I have important matters to discuss with the two of them. The old man's thinking was clear and appropriate, and everyone naturally obeyed.

After a few people left, there were only three people left in the house, Li Laohan went out and ordered two dogs to guard, close the door, bolt the door, and close the curtains, looking very cautious.

The light in the room suddenly dimmed a lot, and the two looked at each other, not knowing what this old man was doing.

"Since the two of you want to go into the mountains to hunt for treasures, there must be special means to find out their whereabouts, right?" Old Man Li asked in a deep voice.

"Truth be told, I just have the guidance of this thing, but I don't know the other methods."

Zhao Yuankang took the Blood Rubik's Cube and put it on the table, but there was nothing out of the ordinary.

"Is this your baby?" Tong Hai picked it up and studied it carefully, but there were no clues.

The last time he was in Qingxi Mausoleum, it was just a glimpse, and then the two separated, and today he had the honor to appreciate it carefully.

"It's useless, this thing can't be opened without a special environment and secret means."

Unexpectedly, Li Laohan spoke for Zhao Yuankang. This couldn't help but surprise him.

"Then how do you see this vast Changbai Mountain to find out the location of this lightning strike wood?" Zhao Yuankang humbly asked.

"Well, here in the Northeast, Ma Xian is usually invited out of the Ma Immortal when there is something, and Hu Huang Erxian is invited to ask God for divination." Tonghai interjected on the side.

Mrs. Hu and Mrs. Hu are two important figures in the Northeast folk, and they are almost household names and everyone knows them. Basically, every temple will enshrine these two, in the family of immortals, the Tao is the deepest, they observe the good and evil in the world, know the good and bad of the people, and keep the family safe.

"But please go out of the horse immortal, the movement is relatively large, it is difficult to ensure that the heavenly opportunity will not be leaked, and there will be hidden dangers in our actions." The old man denied.

"Then what other way can we find out about the ghosts?" Zhao Yuankang asked.

He knew that since the old man dared to take over this business and summoned the two into a secret place, he must be confident.

"Psychic." Li Laohan gently spit out these three words in his mouth.

"What?" Before Zhao Yuankang could react, Tonghai was shocked, as if he had been struck by thunder.

"You kid, it's not simple, you actually know psychic?" Li Laohan said approvingly.

"You won the award, and I also heard a senior say it by chance." Tonghai said modestly.

"Psychics have always existed all over the world from ancient times to the present day. People who can communicate directly with the spirits of gods, spirits, and the dead, psychics are often messengers of the yin and yang worlds, solving disasters for people and becoming spiritual media. Li Laohan slowly puffed out the smoke ring, introducing this mysterious and strange industry.

"Such a mysterious figure is more difficult to find than a shaman, and we are not even more hopeless." Zhao Yuankang raised the hidden worries in his heart.

"Hehe, if you don't say you're lucky, you're old and talented, and you're a hidden psychic."

As soon as Li Laohan's words came out, the heads of the two of them sank, and they suddenly felt that the joy and sorrow of life were nothing more than that.

"Old man....... are you a psychic? That's amazing! ”

Rao is a sea experience, traveled the world, and has seen countless ghosts, and he is also stunned.

"Then you have such a heavenly ability, how can you live in seclusion in this poor country, and you can get rich by doing some business casually, right?" Tonghai's eyes lit up, and he seemed to have found a way to make a fortune.

"Hmph, do you think psychics are so beautiful? In fact, at best, he is just an errand for the ghosts and gods. They have given you mana, and not only do you have to do things for them, but you also have to abide by many unequal rules, and even lose the suffering that ordinary people cannot understand. The old man's voice was low, obviously a little unbearable to look back on.

"When I was young and vigorous, I accidentally got this psychic key, opened the spiritual wisdom, and gradually had the means to communicate the yin and yang worlds, so I was bold and reckless, and I was arrogant to the extent that I didn't care about the taboo, and for the sake of rich money, I actually helped a heinous person, and killed a few pure people. He also let my young son die young, so that I will never be able to heal from this weakness and have no future for the rest of my life. ”

When the old man spoke, his voice was torn, mixed with a sob.

Unexpectedly, this Li Laohan had such a legendary experience, no wonder he was disheartened and lived in seclusion in the mountains.

"Then you have been deprived of mana, how can you use the art of exploration." After being silent for a long time, Zhao Yuankang asked the most concerned question.

"With the two of you, you can help me recover my psychic powers in a short time." The old man raised his head and said loudly.

Through the dim light, I can see that there are still tears on his face, but he is full of spirit, as if he has returned to the proud years when he led the group in the northeast.