"I remember, I remember that your grandfather once told us that the white-haired and yellow-skinned man wanted to beg him to pick a thousand-year-old ginseng tree in the ridge, and your grandfather has always refused, for fear that it will damage its Taoism and let it suffer from the heavens. Don't...... Could it be that this white-bearded old man is ......?"

Ma Ya said: "I'm not sure, but this old man can get rid of the pain in the tunzi as soon as he walks by, even if it is not the illusion of the king of ginseng, it must be a spiritual thing in the mountains." ”

Wushuang hugged her sweetheart, and gently pressed the ground on her forehead with the corner of her lips.

"Don't worry, I see. The thousand-year-old ginseng king is a treasure of heaven and earth, we don't need to harm his life, even a small whisker on his body can continue your grandfather's life for many years. I'll help you with that!...... Let's do it...... ...... do that," the young couple whispered closer.

The white-bearded old man stayed at Ma Ya's house for a long time, and he and Ma Sihai had been chatting in the house endlessly, but the voice was so small that they couldn't hear it. After the sun went down, the three young men set up a table in the courtyard to eat, and shouted a few words into the house, and his grandfather said that there was no need to greet guests. This further confirms Ma Ya and Wushuang's speculation.

The two of them didn't say what they thought to Lu Haotian's big mouth, and after eight o'clock in the evening, the villagers gradually all went home, and the small mountain village was quiet again. Wushuang and Ma Ya sat on the steps in front of the east house and waited. In the end, Wushuang was so sleepy that he couldn't stand it anymore, so he leaned on Ma Ya's shoulder and fell asleep. Lu Haotian in the south house snored loudly and fell asleep.

The door of the Squeaky East House opened, and the white-bearded old man strode out, shaking his head and sighing as he walked.

"Why bother, old thing?

Ma Ya hurriedly woke up Wushuang and stepped forward to compliment: "It's too late, old man, or you can rest here, my grandfather is reluctant to let you go, you can accompany him more." ”

"Hmph, this old thing, stubborn like a donkey, can't stop it, I'll go back. He didn't want to talk to Ma Ya, so he turned around and was about to walk out of the small courtyard.

Wushuang followed, gently pressed his shoulder with his hand and laughed: "Why is the old man in such a hurry? You finally came once, can you not eat something? No, Xiaoya and I have prepared some wine and food for you, do you want to eat some before leaving?"

The old man didn't look old, but the reflection was faster than Wushuang, the little thief leader, just when Wushuang's hand was about to put on his shoulder, the old man's body shook, Wushuang didn't see it clearly, only to see the old man's body was as illusory as a phantom, and he pounced into the air, without touching the old man's shoulder.

The closer he got to the white-bearded old man, the more clearly Wushuang could smell the heavy ginseng fragrance on his body, the smell was sweet and bitter, although it couldn't be said to be good or bad, but when it smelled in his nose, the whole person seemed to be reborn, and his dry throat, which had been smoking for many years, was also much clearer. Ma Ya has been on fire these days because of her grandfather's illness, and she is at this young age, so there are a few little love buds on her face, but the white-bearded old man has just approached, and the small acne on his face has quickly wilted, and then he has shriveled, and then he reaches out to touch it, and a few acne are gone, and his little face is much whiter and smoother.

"Thank you both, but I'm old man, and I'm used to Bigu. ”

Wushuang said secretly, this old man's body is so weird and unpredictable, it is faster than Lan Caidie and Bai Su, and even just now his body shook like this, it was far beyond the limit of the human body's ability, if he didn't transform into a spiritual object in the mountain, I Wushuang immediately took off his head and kicked it as a ball!

Although the white-bearded old man is fast, don't forget, there is also a snitch in the door called the Phantom Ghost Hand, Wushuang's technique is not as sophisticated as Ma Erye, but he grew up in the Dong family since he was a child, watching, learning, and playing are all these weird and unpredictable theft techniques.

The white-bearded old man didn't want to waste his lips and tongue by entangling with the two young people, so he hurriedly said goodbye and stretched out his hand to push the door. Wushuang took the first step, pressed his right hand on the door and deliberately slowed down the movement, pushing open the courtyard door little by little. The old man's body snatched forward, and the perspective naturally moved from Wushuang's body to the outside of the courtyard, and just as he was about to dodge out, Wushuang's left wrist flicked up, and a thin needle between the two fingers had been secretly inserted into the back edge of the white-bearded old man's robe.

"Old man, you walk slowly, come and play often, hehe......"

He quickly closed the door, turned around and winked at Ma Ya, and made an OK gesture.

After the white-bearded old man left, Ma Sihai fell asleep again, but fortunately, the visit of this rare guest may have given him a few more days of life, leaving Wushuang and Ma Ya with plenty of world.

"Ya, go and take out the gun last time, there are many beasts in the ridge, so take precautions. Wushuang said.

"Why are you two arguing? I don't sleep in the middle of the night!" Lu Haotian rubbed his eyes and walked out. I guess I'm hungry again.

"Let's go to Lingzili, you take care of the old man at home, and get him something to eat in the morning." "Wushuang instructed.

"Didn't I say you two, you said that you two are too big? The old man is sick like this, no matter how anxious he is, he doesn't have to rush like this, right? I have to run in the middle of the night to go to the mountains...... What's the matter?

Wushuang rushed up and kicked him hard in the ass and scolded: "Deflated calf playing, why are you thinking about all this? Are we two like this? I don't have to think about it? I'll go find a life-saving medicine for the old man." ”

The white-haired and yellow-skinned man stared at the thief's slippery little Doudou and looked at the mountain road where the white-bearded old man had gone, and he couldn't wait, squeaking and urging the unequaled horse to move quickly. The two men brought two guns and dry rations and chased after them.

Dry food must be brought, I heard that there is a Taoist wild ginseng with its own legs, even if you find it, if you are not careful, it will disappear again, maybe how many days they have to drill in the ridge.

Picking ginseng is also a craft, and the most refined one to master this craft in the thief door has to be regarded as holding treasure and walking the mountain. Especially the grandfather of Wushuang, what the old mountain walker said is that among those wild men who collect medicine for a living, they walk in the mountains, and the good herbs hidden in the wild grass can't escape their eyes.

There is a lot of knowledge about ginseng picking, and the Northeast dialect is also called the mountain, which is very different from Dong Ye's mountain. The ancient industry of Fangshan can be traced back to the late Ming and early Qing dynasties, when the northeast was the boundary of Manchu and Mongolia, and it was an extremely cold place, so the locals often ate ginseng soup to replenish their bodies in order to ward off the cold, so the price of ginseng was also very expensive in that era. The Manchu language of ginseng is called Orhouda, which means the king of herbs, and the folk are also called goblins, sacred grasses, ghost covers, longevity flowers, mallets, etc.