Reborn in Changbai Mountain, I rely on my divine eyes to dig ginseng and hunt

Uncle Chen rummaged through the drawers and found a bottle of medicine. Liu Xia Lian took a look and it was a quick-acting heart-saving pill.

"Uncle Chen, what are you looking for this medicine for?"

"I'm afraid that once I see a big treasure, I'll be too excited. A three or four hundred year old treasure is outrageous. Where did they get it from?"

"It was dug from a mountain in Dabai Mountain, Daxing'anling. Take a look."

Liu Xia Lian opened the wooden box, and a huge ginseng appeared in front of her. The natural wild mountain product grew crookedly like two dragons entangled together.

Uncle Chen took a deep breath and said, "This ginseng is priceless, it must be worth hundreds of thousands. I'll take a photo and send it out. If someone makes an offer, you can bring it back."

"Okay, that's hard work."

"Don't look for anyone else. I'll charge less. If the deal is done, I'll only take 5% of the brokerage fee. The rest is yours. We're old acquaintances now."

"Okay, go ahead and shoot it, but I have to send my sister to college tomorrow and won't be back for a few days."

"Don't worry, it won't be that fast. Once you send the photos, it will take at least a week to get a response. Ginseng of this year is not something that ordinary people can afford."

Uncle Chen took out his camera and took seven or eight pictures from different angles. In those days, film cameras were used, and after taking pictures, the photos needed to be developed and then sent through the post office so that he could find customers.

The main contacts are professional collectors who are not short of money and like to collect. The other is the wealthy who have seriously ill patients at home who need ginseng to save their lives. This kind of ginseng is too precious and ordinary wealthy people cannot afford it, so it takes a longer time to find customers.

It is already August 20th, and there are still six days left until the reporting date of August 26th.

Early that morning, Liu Jun returned to Lijiatun in casual clothes. The third brother Liu Dongxue and the fourth brother Liu Jingwen were also there, and Liu Xia Lian had also returned.

Because his two children were admitted to key universities, Liu Jun missed them all the time and told his brothers and sisters at home that he wanted to go home to worship his ancestors. By the way, Liu Xia Lian took more than 10,000 yuan and wanted to help his family in the village. When his father just retired from the army, the family was so poor that it was impossible to make ends meet. It was the brothers in his hometown who helped them. People should be grateful.

Zhao Hua and Zhao Yong were captured and used as temporary drivers, and a group of six people drove two commercial vehicles to their hometown.

Although there are no expressways these days, there are National Defense Roads. The road is wide and the speed is only 60 to 70 kilometers per hour. It is still faster than the train. After all, the train takes at least three days to get there after making many twists and turns.

Along the way, Liu Jun used the letter of introduction from their unit, and had strong connections, so he was polite all the way. After two days and two nights, he finally arrived in Teng County. From here, it is another fifty kilometers to the east to his home.

Just a few miles from the guesthouse, there was a pancake stall in front, owned by a woman in her forties.

Liu Jun sighed: "The last time I ate vegetable pancakes was three years ago. Time flies so fast. My hair has turned white in the blink of an eye."

Liu Xia Lian looked at her father's full head of black hair and said, "Dad, stop sighing. You have a head full of black hair, and there is not a single white hair on it."

"I am describing my feelings. I feel even more timid when I am close to home, and I dare not ask the visitor."

Six people parked their car and occupied the pancake stall. There were two tables in total, both of which were full.

The stall owner looked obviously nervous. Nowadays, most of the people who drive cars are from government offices and they can find any excuse to overturn your stall.

Liu Xia Lian asked: "Aunt, we want to have a pancake, how much is one?"

"I was shocked. I thought you were here to check. Without egg, it's 30 cents. With egg, it's 40 cents. Come and choose what you want to eat."

The rack of the small tricycle was piled with small enamel basins, which contained more than ten kinds of vegetables, including leeks, diced tofu, vermicelli, shredded cabbage, shredded potatoes, shredded carrots, shredded white radish, shredded green radish, and dried chili powder on the side.

Zhao Hua is quite good at being a bootlicker. He asked Liu Jun: "Uncle, what kind of food do you want to eat? I will help you choose."

"Please choose some leeks, vermicelli, shredded tofu, and white radish for me."

"Okay, let's start now. There's also cornmeal porridge, 1 cent a bowl, come and have a few bowls."

"Okay, six bowls then. That's three dollars. Keep it."

The woman was quite particular. She did not take the money with her hands, but put it into the cash box with bamboo tweezers.

I thought it would be a slow process, but I didn’t expect to have to use two griddles at the same time. It took me 20 minutes to finish making six pans.

Liu Xia Lian estimated that this aunt could sell forty or fifty in the morning, and she would earn at least two hundred yuan a month, which is far more than those working in a factory. This is the charm of the catering industry. It is really hard work, but the money is also really profitable.

After the meal, the group continued to head east. After walking for dozens of miles, my father pointed at the sign and said, "Dongguo Mutton Soup. When I was a kid, I followed your grandfather here to sell watermelons. This market is very big, with cattle and horse markets, and it's very lively."

"How about we stop and drink some mutton soup?" Liu Xia Lian asked.

Liu Jun shook his head: "No, no, I'm just expressing my feelings. Zhao Hua, stop the car and let me drive. The roads below are all rammed earth, and there are many cattle and sheep in the villagers' homes."

"Okay, uncle."

Zhao Hua handed the car to Liu Jun and sat in the back with Liu Xia Lian.

Sure enough, we didn't walk far before we turned into a rammed earth road. The road was narrow, and we had to slow down and give way to oncoming cars. Fortunately, there were almost no cars these days, and the occasional car was a tractor, the bouncing sound of which could be heard from far away.

The two old oxen in front should be plowing the fields, with reins tied around their foreheads.

Liu Jun honked the horn, but the two cows continued to do as they pleased and remained unmoved.

"Old cow, make way." Liu Jun changed his voice to his hometown dialect, and the cow actually understood and ran to the side obediently.

Liujia Village is located at the junction of Zaozhuang and Linyi, close to the important transportation route Baligou.

It was already ten o'clock when the two cars arrived at the entrance of the village. The village was very backward, far inferior to the Northeast. The houses were built with granite, and the courtyard walls were even more random, made of various stones weighing more than ten pounds each. Several other families used red bricks to build the walls, and the courtyards of each household were very small, only about half a meter.

The uncle was cursing on the loud speaker: "The money for the two diesel pumps is three thousand six hundred in total. It's been three days and we've only collected one thousand five hundred. Hurry up and pay it to the brigade. If you don't pay, I'll have to come to your house to collect the money. Five dollars per person is not a lot. Besides, this money is for buying water pumps. It's not my money, and it's not anyone else's money."

Liu Jun smiled and said, "Let's go directly to the brigade headquarters and give your uncle a scare."

This place, which is both familiar and unfamiliar, makes people obsessed with it. Liu Jun has dreamed of returning to his hometown many times. When he finally set his feet on the ground, his eyes were a little tearful. When people reach middle age, they lack energy and blood, and are easily sentimental.

Liu Dongxue and Liu Jingwen followed their father to the brigade headquarters, and Liu Xia Lian followed behind carrying a large bag.