"Oops!"

Jiang Hong suddenly groaned, attracting the attention of the others.

Originally, Jiang Hong was in the middle of the line, but maybe he was a little tired after walking for an hour, so Jiang Hong walked to an old tree and wanted to take a break.

Who would have thought that something would have happened in the past, and most of his legs were trapped in the thick pine needles beside the old tree.

"Don't move!"

The old boss shouted nervously.

It's not a big problem to simply sink into the snow, there are so many people here, but I'm afraid that there are rotten branches and leaves underneath, forming a swamp-like environment, and the kind that sinks down when you move.

And this kind of place is warmer than other places, and no one knows if there will be any poisonous insects in it.

The old man stepped forward and looked at it carefully, breathed a sigh of relief, pulled Jiang Hong out, and said: "Fortunately, there are too many pine needles before the snow, and the snow is too floating, so it is empty, nothing serious." ”

Seeing that the old man was a little difficult to hold Jiang Hong alone, a mountain driver also walked over and diligently patted Jiang Hong with pine needles and snowflakes on his legs.

This person was suddenly stunned, and pulled Jiang Hongfang to sit out of the snow pit after he fell.

A small-looking seedling was exposed, looking wilted.

"Wow!"

"Boss Jiang, look at your luck, you fell and fell out of a mallet."

The mountain catcher pulled it again and said, "It's a pity that it's too small, and it is estimated that it will only be three or four years old, and it is not the right time to hang the red rope." ”

Under this old pine, it has always been a more suitable place for ginseng growth, and Jiang Hong sat down with a small ginseng seedling, which is not very surprising, at most it is a sigh of luck.

But this thing has no value, not even ten years.

"It seems that I am also a blessing in disguise, no, I have to tie a red rope up, and it will not be a fall in vain."

Jiang Hong laughed, looked at the old leader, and was about to ask for a red rope to use, but found that the old man was staring directly at the small ginseng seedling.

"Big brother?"

Jiang Hong shouted quietly.

The old man woke up like a dream, glanced at Jiang Hong, opened his mouth, and seemed to be struggling with something.

Jiang Qi on the side looked at the old man quietly, and scrutiny flashed in his eyes.

"Brother, what's wrong with you? If you don't follow the rules, just say it, I'll listen to you. ”

Jiang Hong thought that this red rope was also particular.

The old man clenched the fist in his head sleeve tightly, suddenly gritted his teeth, took two steps forward, and came to Jiang Hong.

"Brother Jiang, I can't hide it from you! Otherwise, this life will be uneasy! ”

The old leader's words were a little inexplicable in the eyes of everyone, but before everyone could speak, the old man squatted in front of the ginseng seedling.

I saw the old man slowly peeling off the soil around the ginseng seedlings, pulling little by little, and the movements were very gentle.

"Old man, this mallet is too small......"

Some mountain chasers wanted to speak and stopped, but they didn't dare to stop the old leader's movements.

On the mountain, put the head to the largest.

As the old man cut off more and more soil, several mountain riders also saw that something was wrong.

Generally speaking, three or four years old ginseng seedlings are at most a fist deep, and the roots are exposed.

But the ginseng seedling in front of him, the old man has dug at least a foot, and he hasn't seen the roots, but the stems are getting thicker and rougher.

"This ......"

Jiang Hong also saw that something was wrong and narrowed his eyes.

After more than a foot of planing, the old man was a little tired, and turned around and said, "Come and help!" Be careful, be careful! ”

Several mountain chasers also recovered their strength, and hurriedly stepped forward, separating the soil layer little by little.

It wasn't until I dug down three feet deep that I finally saw something different.

"Old man!"

"This ...... It's her mother's 100-year-old mallet!! ”

"So deep, so thick, that's right!"

"Say less about a hundred years!"

Several mountain chasers couldn't hold back the joy and surprise in their hearts, and shouted one by one.

The old man pulled Jiang Hong forward, only to see that under the thick stems and leaves, a little pale yellow rhizome was exposed, and it was estimated that it was the thickness of a wrist!

"Where there are more than 100 years of old ginseng, its leaves will be like ginseng seedlings, inconspicuous."

"This is because the old ginseng is drilled too deep in the ground, and the leaves on it have decayed, and when it turns back to spring again, it is naturally like a seedling."

(This is the author's imagination, and it basically has nothing to do with reality, don't spray)

The old man looked at the old ginseng tightly and said, "But the old ginseng is different from the ginseng seedlings, the leaves are thicker and tougher." ”

"Ordinary people can't see it, but it's so close, I still recognize the old man."

said, looked at Jiang Hong, and said: "Brother Jiang, this mallet is considered to have been discovered by you, but I don't hide it, I just had the idea of hiding it, I'm ashamed!" ”

Jiang Hong also came back to his senses and said, "Brother, no matter what you do, there is no saint in your heart. ”

"If it weren't for you, brother, who would have known that this was a century-old ginseng?"

"Let's dig it out first, brother, I'll collect it at eighty percent of the market price, how about it?"

"No, no, no! This is what you found, how can you shell out any more? ”

The old boss waved his hand and refused, since he chose to stick to his principles, he couldn't break the rules.

In the end, Jiang Hong and the old boss fought for a long time, and the money was still calculated according to the year of the ginseng, 10,000 yuan a year.

In all fairness, this price is very low, but just like that, the old boss was persuaded by Jiang Hong for a long time before agreeing.

Originally, according to the meaning of the old leader, each person gave 50,000 meanings.

But Jiang Hong obviously wouldn't do this kind of thing.

The premise of cooperation is a win-win situation.

The old boss didn't say anything more, opened the box he had been carrying, and took out the jade tools inside.

Then, little by little, I started digging for ginseng.

After about an hour, the old man dug out a head, and the next thing was the roots.

"I'm afraid this is more than a hundred years, the last time I dug with my father, the hundred-year-old mallet didn't have so many roots."

The old man stood up, supported his waist, looked at the dense roots that had first seen the clues, and said so.

"How many years do you look like, brother?"

When Jiang Hong heard this, he asked with some surprise.

"I can't see it clearly for the time being, let's talk about it when I dig it out."

The old man rested for a while, and then continued digging.

This time it took longer, and after a break and a while, it would take four or five hours.

Finally, the old man carefully took out the ginseng.

The dense roots have not been broken, and it is a complete century-old ginseng.

The old man took a deep breath, pulled off a piece of moss without stopping, and wrapped the whole ginseng.

This is the old way, which can best preserve ginseng.

"This ginseng, let alone three hundred years!"

The old man took a deep breath and solemnly handed it over to Jiang Hong.