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Chapter 208: Five Hundred Years of Ginseng King!

Ye Huan smiled, a little excited.

After a pause, Ye Huan continued: “If I’m not mistaken, there must be ginseng here. ”

“Moreover, where this stick mallet bird appears, the ginseng year is generally not small, so I can’t dig up a larger ginseng than the last time.”

“I’m going, bigger than last time? Isn’t that another million. ”

“Old Master Ye’s income has far raised our per capita income level, and I don’t want to live for a lifetime.”

“I can’t wait to see it. , how big is this ginseng. ”

At this moment, the mallet bird held by the small flower made a call, and the sound was crisp and beautiful.

“This bird’s call is so nice, it’s just a bit stupid name, stick mallet bird.”

“Yes, Master Ye, can you explain to us why it’s called a mallet bird?”

Ye Huan smiled slightly: “The stick mallet actually means ginseng, and this mallet bird is also called ginseng bird.” ”

“Stick mallet is another name for ginseng by ginseng farmers on the other side of Changbai Mountain.”

“It is said that Changbai Mountain is the place of the Manchu imperial family’s dragon prosperity. The Qing emperor made Changbai Mountain a forbidden place, and did not allow the people to enter Changbai Mountain to dig ginseng casually.30 ”

“If you are caught, you risk killing your head or even exterminating your family. In order to avoid investigation by the government, the ginseng diggers called ginseng “mallets” to avoid risks. ”

“I heard a saying that when you dig ginseng, ginseng will run, and when you find ginseng, you will shout a mallet, and you won’t run.”

“Ginseng who can run, isn’t that fine?!”

Ye Huan continued: “This mallet bird also has a poignant love story, do you want to hear it? ”

“Poignant love story, tell me about it.”

“Listen, I like to listen to Old Master Ye’s storytelling the most.”

“Everyone be quiet, Master Ye is telling stories.”

Ye Huan paused slightly, and said: “According to legend, a long time ago, there was a Manchu named Wang Gang in Changbai Mountain.

One day, he and his wife, Ligu, found a thousand-year-old ginseng on the edge of a cliff.

“They felt that it would be too wasteful to pick them directly, so they decided to pick ginseng seeds every year for the villagers to plant.”

“Even if it is difficult, don’t touch that ginseng.”

“But although things are good, there are always greedy people, and the news of the thousand-year-old ginseng reaches the rich man with deep pockets.”

“The rich man was greedy and came up with a trick: he said that he was paying tribute to the royal family, and asked a man named Wang Gang to dig this ginseng.”

“Although the emperor is the sky, Wang Gang still does not want to touch the old ginseng, so he decided to sacrifice himself in exchange for the peace of the villagers.”

“Wang Gang picked a mallet on the edge of the cliff and planted it, dug a ginseng in the garden, and ran down the mountain with it.”

But he was caught by the rich man, snatched the ginseng and killed him, and then went after Ligu. Ligu knew that she would not survive, and climbed to the top of the cliff to commit suicide. ”

“Then, the red light appeared, and two birds flew out of the cliff, which is the current mallet bird, and later generations say that these two mallet birds are Wang Gang and Ligu changed.”

After Ye Huan finished speaking, he began to look for the location of the ginseng.

After walking less than a hundred meters, Ye Huan saw the branches and leaves of ginseng, which grew red fruits, which were obviously much thicker than the last ginseng.

This time when entering the mountain, Ye Huan did not expect to encounter ginseng, and did not bring any tools.

Ye Huan took out a black knife, cut a branch, and sharpened the other.

About 40 centimeters away from ginseng, Ye Huan was ready to start digging.

“Master Ye, you started digging so far away, is this ginseng that big?”

“You are also too simple, I heard that life is spiritual, digging ginseng to worship it, and then tie a red rope or something?”

“Brother, you’re talking about ginseng essence! It’s all in mythological novels. ”

“After the founding of the People’s Republic of China, you are not allowed to become jing, and those who become refined are arrested and strangled, haha.”

Ye Huan naturally didn’t have so much red tape, and the reason why he started digging so far was because this ginseng plant looked much larger than the one he dug last time.

Avoid damaging the root system of ginseng, so dig a little bigger, the root damage will be greatly devalued.

Ye Huan did not have a hoe, so he first began to dig in the outer part of the ginseng with a black knife, and replaced it with a wooden stick closer and closer to the ginseng.

It took more than an hour of digging for ginseng to reveal a small section, and the skin of this plant was white and shiny.

Ye Huan couldn’t help but rejoice, generally the skin color of young ginseng is potato color, and the old one is white, it seems that this is a big baby.

Digging ginseng is a meticulous job, Ye Huan was careful, digging sweaty, ginseng finally revealed the true face of Lushan.

This ginseng plant has a large ginseng shape, complete reed head, main body, whiskers and scabs, and is well-proportioned and beautiful.

The reed is old and long, with a thick rhizome and thin and dense iron lines. The root whiskers are covered with pearl spots, large and obvious!

“Lying groove, it’s so big, give me a section of its root whiskers and I’m rich.”

“Don’t say it, I will immediately buy a ticket to find Old Master Ye, in the future, I will be born as Old Master Ye’s person, and I will die as Old Master Ye’s ghost.”

“Master Ye, dare to ask, do I have shoes for you?”

“No, you don’t deserve it!”

Ye Huan guessed that this person was bigger than the last time, but he didn’t expect it to be so much bigger.

He carefully used his 373 hands to pull out the root whiskers that were still a little buried in the soil, and gently shook the soil on the root whiskers…

Ye Huan weighed it, this ginseng must weigh at least two pounds!

When digging up two hundred years of ginseng earlier, it was said that seven taels are ginseng, eight taels are treasures, and these two pounds of ginseng are even more precious!

“Master Ye, how old is this ginseng?”

[Tongjitang Little Young Master]: “Last time I missed two hundred years of ginseng, and then I was scolded by my grandfather, this time, I can’t save it, no matter how much money, this ginseng, I want it!” ”

[Jihetang Grand Butler]: “Little Young Master Tongjitang, this ginseng, we Jihetang, also want to compete!” ”

[I’m really Bai Fumei] Originally, I also wanted to compete, but forget it, I won’t make this fun!

Ye Huan smiled widely.

Then slowly said: “Well, according to my speculation, the year of this ginseng should be more than five hundred years!” ”

“This vintage ginseng can become the king of ginseng!”

Wang Hao’s people on the side were even more frozen.

Subduing the South China tiger with bare hands is scary enough, and now a five-hundred-year-old ginseng king has been dug up ?!

How much is this worth?

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