Zhang Yun's ancient life

After resting for a while, the team continued to move forward, and stopped after turning over two hills. Mr. Sun walked out of the team with an assistant, while the others waited in place.

Half an hour later, they came back, with two more plants wrapped in birch bark in their hands, and Elder Sun went to Elder Wei and handed the plants to him.

Zhang Yun saw some leaves protruding from the birch bark, and thought that the bread there should be ginseng.

Elder Wei asked Zhang Yun to take out the rectangular wooden box they carried with them, and stuffed the two wild ginseng into it.

Just like this, they stopped and went all the way, and in the evening, their wooden box contained 11 ginseng plants.

They were resting on a hillside at night, and Elder Sun went to their side and said, "Brother, you've cleaned up all my old roots this time, and the remaining two trees really have to be lucky. I hope the mountain god master is in a good mood and is willing to reward us, otherwise I have nothing to do."

Old Wei threw the firewood in his hand into the fire and said: "When I don't know you, this little thing can be your family property. If you don't have it for more than [-] years, then there are better things."

Elder Sun heard the words and said: "I have known you for so long, and you have never bypassed anyone. I am not here to argue with you. I will be digging for mountain goods tomorrow. I dare not invite you, this little boy!" My brother is a clever man at first glance, do you want to come and help me?"

Hearing this, Zhang Yun hurriedly said: "If you don't mind your rough hands and feet, of course I am willing to go over and help everyone, but I have never done this job before. In case something goes wrong and causes you any trouble, I will do it." Oh no."

"It's okay, it's not a handicraft job, you do it with everyone, and you will understand after a few laps." Sun Lao said.

Zhang Yun glanced at Mr. Wei, saw him nod before replying: "That's fine, I'll go over to help tomorrow."

Early the next morning, Zhang Yun and the others got up and tidied up. After Mr. Wei settled down, Zhang Yun came to Mr. Sun's side.

Mr. Sun arranged the work of the guys. A dozen of them spread out horizontally, with a distance of about 3 meters between each of them. Mr. Sun was at the far right of the team, his assistant was at the far left of the team, and Zhang Yun was at Relatively in the middle of the team.

Each of them held a stick more than one meter long in their hands, and Mr. Sun told them to walk forward neatly. At the same time, they used the stick in their hands to suppress the nearby weeds, looking for ginseng in the grass.

Before the action, Elder Sun said to him: "Little brother Zhang, you have seen what this whole ginseng tree looks like. If you see it when you are going to act with everyone, put the stick in your hand next to it. Point at him and yell 'stick', and we'll know what it is. Don't call ginseng, this thing is haunting, if it hears it, it will run away."

Zhang Yun memorized all these words, and then imitated everyone, walking forward while pressing the grass, carefully observing the surroundings along the way, for fear of missing something.

This work is not too complicated, but repeating the same movement for a long time can easily make people feel tired. Zhang Yun switched the stick back and forth between the left and right hands, so that each hand can have time to rest.

Just walking around like this, suddenly, Zhang Yun heard a "stick" from his left, and everyone stopped in response, looking to the left, only to see the person walking on the far left of the team, Putting the stick in his hand on the ground, seeing them looking over, he pointed to the side of the stick and shouted: "Maul."

Everyone hurried to the past, and saw a plant with palmate leaves about 20-30 cm long among the sticks. It was the ginseng they were looking for.

Elder Sun also came over and took a look at the ginseng, then knelt on the ground and kowtowed, shouting: "Thank you, the mountain god, for the treasure."

The assembly knelt down with him, and Zhang Yun also knelt down with them when he saw this. He didn't get up with the others until Sun Lao finished the three-kowtow ceremony.

Mr. Sun came to the ginseng and counted the leaves and said, "It's a three-year-old tree, and it's still a little guy." Then he took out a piece of red string from his bosom, tied it to the head of the ginseng, and tied it in a knot. After cutting the rope short, he stood up and said to everyone: "This one is still small, let's go and look for it."

Zhang Yun looked at it in a daze, obviously found ginseng, why didn't he dig it?

The ginseng digger next to him seemed to have noticed his doubts and said to him: "The people who release the mountain in our village, in order to maintain the quality of ginseng, will not move products that are less than five years old."

"Then what if someone else digs it out?" Zhang Yun asked

The man pointed to the red string on the ginseng and said, "Did you see that red string? That is the proof that this ginseng has its own owner. Each ginseng head has its own unique way of knotting. Look at the red string and look at it." You will know who the owner of this ginseng is after the festival. The people who put it on the mountain will sacrifice to the mountain god before entering the mountain. Stealing other people’s things will offend the god.”

After rearranging the team, everyone continued to move forward. Seeing that it was getting dark and there was nothing to gain, Mr. Sun told everyone to stop and said, "Let's stop here today. Let's take a rest and prepare to cook."

Everyone dispersed according to the order, and each found a place to make a fire. Zhang Yun habitually pressed a few times in the haystack with a stick, and suddenly saw a familiar plant. He stood up abruptly, stuck the stick next to the plant, pointed at it and shouted: "The mallet."

When everyone heard the shout, they immediately stopped what they were doing and crowded around. Mr. Sun took a look at the plant, and led everyone to kneel down and shouted: "Thank you, the mountain god, for the treasure."

Then he stood up and tied the red rope to the head of the ginseng. The two sides of the rope were tied to the tree trunk beside him. Gently dig up the soil.

As the ginseng was dug out bit by bit, Mr. Sun became more and more careful. In order not to hurt the roots, he threw away the shovel and dug the soil next to the ginseng with his hands, bit by bit Participated and came out.

Elder Sun held the ginseng in his hands, carefully placed it on the birch bark spread out next to him, filled it with moss, rolled it up and handed it to Zhang Yun, saying, "It's a seven-year-old tree, please put it away."