I heard that you are the number one assassin in Tiandu

After driving for half a day, it was past noon when we arrived at the door of the client's house.The building style of this house is somewhat similar to that of the big man's house. It is also based on the fact that it deviates from the urban area and has a sparsely populated area. "Anyway, no one cares about it, so you can build it as you want", enclosing a large piece of land.The economic development will not develop here for a while, even if it develops to his doorstep, they probably have the means to keep it.

I got out of the car and walked, and a butler-like person led me. I just passed three gates with gilt and carved patterns, and finally I had to pass through a large private garden.Every time I pass through a door, there are security guards interrogating me, and the housekeeper is playing a white face, asking me to "forgive me, forgive me, and cooperate", but looking at his eyes, I feel that he also wants to know Do I have any dangerous items on me.

Modern people leave their cars and mobile phones, which is equivalent to losing their feet and mouths, and their sense of security has disappeared.When I came here, I drove the car and hummed a song, thinking, "Isn't it just a delivery? I can do it myself", but at this time, I started to regret it. Why didn't I wait for the big guy to get up today?

Suddenly looking back, I realized that when I was young, I was accompanied by my mother at critical moments such as registration, formalities, and departure. In the past ten years, no matter where I went, there was a tall and handsome boy by my side.He is a bit lazy, has a bit of a temper, and occasionally makes a little awkward, but even though he doesn't like to go out in winter, hates the heat very much, and doesn't like places where there are many people, he is a little bit in the scorching sun and cold wind and rain. My son did not stop for me.

At a place more than 100 kilometers away from the big guy, thinking of him makes my nose slightly sore.

The stone road in the garden is a little bit far away, and the housekeeper chattered about which tree was transplanted from where. After walking for about 10 minutes, we passed under a large pine tree with luxuriant branches. However, I finally saw the original appearance of the main house.Looking at it from a distance... I don't know whether this is an imitation of a certain famous classical template in the construction industry, or this kind of Chinese-style houses can only be built in this way, or this type of house is a particularly high-end and popular symbol, in short, All I know is that the building in front of me is really similar to the house on the big mountain. Except for a few details, the degree of overlap is about 80%.

Walking to the door, a Bentley came from the other side without haste.

I:"……"

I walked for more than ten minutes with a wooden box the size of a desk top, my arms were sore and my head was sweating profusely. I thought the road inside could not be driven by car. I said the car could drive in and asked the housekeeper to drive. Would you like to pick me up?I spend all day looking at the forests and bushes in the mountains, and I don't care to look at the scenery of this garden at all!

A man got out of the car. He looked like he was in his 50s. The clothes on his body were of a regular style, but from the quality of the fabric and the way he looked at people, it was clear that this man was definitely not a part-time worker.

Butler: "This is our Mr. Wen."

I passed the box over, and Mr. Wen passed the things to the housekeeper again, whispering a few words in his ear.

Now that the goods have been delivered, I took out the documents I prepared in advance: "Mr. Wen, please sign here."

The receipt lists the pictures of ginseng, its age, detailed parameters, and transaction time, etc., which should correspond to the contract they paid for before.Mr. Wen glanced at the receipt but was not in a hurry to sign it, he just said: "Thanks for your hard work, come on, come in and sit for a while."

The interior of the house is full of mahogany furniture and decorations, with rich and antique patterns. In comparison, it matches the appearance of this house better than the big man's first-class massage sofa and the one-button remote control of the whole family's automatic appliances.We sat down on two sofas in the living room, and at the other side of the table were two old men who hurried down from upstairs, opening the box with a magnifying glass to check the parameters.

It is said that when you receive an ordinary express delivery, you should open the box and inspect the goods, so it is reasonable for people to inspect the goods before signing when they receive such expensive goods. As the delivery person, I should wait here.I checked it before putting it in the box, and the quality of the ginseng is absolutely fine. The two "chicken legs" are fat and round, with straight shoulders and long beards. If you want to determine the age of ginseng, you need to analyze it in detail from the aspects of reed, 艼, and grain.According to the general growth law, wild ginseng will start to form reeds after decades of growth. Normally, it will form a bowl a year, but nature is ever-changing. I don’t know when a wild animal will be trampled and insects will be happy. Gnawing to see if the tree is edible, or even bacterial infestation, and the year-round coldness in some years may affect the growth of the reed bowl.At this time, it is necessary to combine different bases for conversion of 艼 and grain.

The ginseng they ordered is about 1 years old, that is to say, if it is genuine, it has lived from about the end of the Ming Dynasty or the beginning of the Qing Dynasty to a few years ago.The two old men who came down the stairs had gray hair. Ordinary people may not be able to count from 300 to [-] in one breath. When will these two count?

Seeing that I was always looking at the table over there, Mr. Wen said: "These two are my father's friends. They have studied Chinese herbal medicine for many years. No matter whether the transaction is made or not, your goods will not be damaged. Don't worry. What do you call them?"

Me: "My name is Hua Jin, Hua of Hua Yingxiong, Jin of Jin Zi."

"Yes." Mr. Wen nodded, "Are you a relative of the Min family?"

Me: "No, I work part-time."

A trace of disappointment flashed in his eyes: "Oh, outsiders."

Yes, the relatives of the Min family are still waiting for me to buy durian and mango ice cream at home.

I smiled and said, "Yes."

Mr. Wen asked again: "What grade is the tree I bought among the ones you sold recently? How is your business there?"

"This is a relatively conventional ginseng." I answered truthfully, "I sold a [-]-year-old ginseng last week, and a [-]-year-old ginseng last week."

Mr. Wen: "How much?"

"This... I don't know, the boss talks to the client." How can I tell him such a business secret?I pretended to be stupid and said, "I'm only responsible for delivery, and I also help to inspect the goods, but usually for this kind of purchase, people have pre-appointed appraisers, and I don't even need me to inspect the goods."

"So that's how it is." Mr. Wen was thoughtful, "They have dealt with a lot of valuable old ginseng, and their family didn't like this three-hundred-year-old tree, so they didn't come to deliver it in person."

I:"……"

"It's not that I can't afford the old one, it's that your payment system is too risky." Mr. Wen patted the armrest of the sofa lightly, "It was hard to get in touch, and I didn't even meet him in person. To be honest, I don’t feel at ease. So buy the lowest priced one and try it out. If there is any problem, the loss will be smaller.”

I have never been clear about the channel Uncle Min used to contact customers, and it is not convenient to comment, so I can only agree: "It should be, you should be more careful."

After chatting for a while, Mr. Wen walked to the table to watch the two old gentlemen do the calculations. Most of the figures were tremblingly written on the A4 white paper, and it seemed that they had to do the calculations for a while.One of them raised his head and glanced at me: "This wild ginseng is really good."

These ginsengs are handled by Uncle Min himself. Even though he is a bit fat, he is very meticulous and careful, which can be seen from the appearance of the finished ginseng.After the ginseng bears red fruit, dig it out. It is not necessary to dig out the roots. In addition, it must not be exposed to the wind, let alone touch the water, otherwise it will be deformed by the wind and fried by the water.It is necessary to remove the soil on the "body" at the first time, and then separate the originally intertwined roots, but it cannot reverse its original shape for the final shape to look good. Otherwise, "scars" will form, that is, tissue necrosis, resulting in The active ingredient saponin is lost.Therefore, the possibility of secondary shaping during the drying process basically does not exist. What is the shape of the dried ginseng you see now? I can tell.

Me: "It's very beautiful, our boss made it himself."

Mr. Wen seemed to be particularly interested in the big man's family: "Do you have close contacts with their family?"

"It's okay." I don't know why, "Our boss is usually not on the mountain, but lives in his hometown."

"My hometown? I know that your ginseng is collected in Changbai Mountain. When my father was young, my grandfather and I went up the mountain once, but according to the route he recalled, I went to the mountain several times in the past few years and couldn't find it. place." Mr. Wen said urgently, "Do you know where his hometown lives? I want to meet the Min family."

I:"……"

According to the dialect here, "grandfather" should refer to great-grandfather, so isn't it normal that he can't find a place?His father's "childhood" must have been 6 to 70 years ago. After so many years of reform and opening up, China is now the country that invests the most in national infrastructure construction in the world. When it comes to road construction, it can be done in minutes. The old appearance can be changed into a new look. The small road out of the village that used to be relied on for survival is likely to become a broken road that even children herding sheep often pass. What can he find based on his father's memory?

But... Mr. Wen looked at me face to face when he said this, and raised his hands, as if he wanted to grab my shoulders, which made me vigilant - why didn't Uncle Min see this Mr. Wen?Presumably he has his own considerations.There is a saying in the predecessors: "Every man is innocent, but pregnant is guilty."People who buy things can just ask where the place of production is, but why do they want to ask where the boss’s home is?There is no way I would promise to bring this man to his hometown for my uncle!Besides, my mother still lives there, so if someone surnamed Wen has any malicious intentions, it would be too unsafe.

I hurriedly pretended to be stupid and drew the line: "That's my boss. I don't know exactly where the boss's hometown is. I'm a part-time worker."

"Oh." The light in Mr. Wen's eyes dimmed again, and after a while he said to himself, "There is no way."

"Mmm, I'm sorry, hehe." I could only smile apologetically.

After the calculations were completed, the two elders solemnly picked up the box and handed it to Mr. Wen: "It's the same as what was said in the reservation."

Holding the box, Mr. Wen finally showed a smile on his face: "Xiaohua, come upstairs with me to meet my father."

He didn't sign for me, so I naturally couldn't leave, so I had to follow him upstairs.A large bed was placed in a spacious bedroom on the second floor, a nurse was sitting on the left side, and two nannies, a man and a woman, in the uniform of his servants were sitting on the right side. Mr. Wen was lying on the bed.

How long a person has been lying in bed alone can be judged from the mental outlook and the furnishings in the house. Due to professional habits, I immediately estimated Mr. Wen’s self-care ability rating in my heart, which is about 30 points, which is absolutely inseparable. It seems that the six major chronic diseases account for at least two to three of them.Birth, old age, sickness and death are normal laws. When this law comes to him, combined with his age, he basically "can't get up".

Even though I am now selling ginseng for a big family, I know very well that it belongs to the ranks of "health food" after all, and cannot completely replace therapeutic drugs.Wild ginseng has been recorded in various medical books, and it is also rumored to be miraculous among the people. It is a matter of course that it is sought after by people, but its medicinal effect is only a healing effect in terms of ingredients, and it cannot really regenerate people. This million-old ginseng Even if it was all used on Mr. Wen, it would probably have very little effect.

When a person is sick, he needs to take medicine first. When the symptomatic medicine has been used to the end and still does not improve or does not achieve the expected effect, it is inevitable to look for comfort.

"Dad, this is the spiritual ginseng you've been talking about. I finally got in touch with the current heir of their family." Mr. Wen opened the wooden box, put Mr. Wen's hand on the ginseng, and pointed at me, "Look at the ginseng." , this is sent by the Min family, 300 years old."

The old man didn't look at the box, but just stared at me, making a whimpering sound from his throat. It seemed that his language skills were not very good, but he could recognize people anyway.

Mr. Wen put the box aside: "Xiaohua, have you ever been to the mountain? Can you tell me about the situation of that mountain?"

I didn't expect to have an impromptu question, and I was completely unprepared: "I have been there, what did you say?"

"Tell me what you know, you can just say anything. My father has been wanting to go again for decades, but he has never found the way. Some people say that fate is over, and he can only see Xianshan once in a lifetime, so no matter what I can’t even find it in the mountains.” Mr. Wen sighed, “I have also bought old ginseng from the “Fangshanren” houses in the surrounding mountains in the past few years, but before I brought it back to the appraiser, my father bought it. Say no. I think he is inconvenient and cannot go into the mountain in person, so it would be good if I could listen to you."

"Maybe I didn't find it because of the road construction. The current road is actually quite easy to walk." I am not a tour guide, so I don't know where to start, "The mountain is not very high..."

Elder Wen made a humming sound again, pointing at me, his pale and withered lips trembling unceasingly.

"Xiaohua," Mr. Wen interrupted me, "he doesn't want to hear about this, he just wants to hear about the Min family."

"Eh?" I don't know why they are so obsessed with the big man's house, "Actually, your house is very similar to the Min's house..."

Mr. Wen's eyes lit up: "Yes, my house and garden were built by my father based on his impressions more than [-] years ago, and even the old trees were transplanted from other places according to my father's memory. , do you think it is exactly the same as Min's house?"

"The house looks more similar from the front, but the small building seems a little shorter from the side," I thought for a while, "but his house doesn't have a garden, there is only half a basketball court in front of the house..."

"Basketball court?" Mr. Wen was taken aback, looked at his father again, and explained, "Maybe there are young people in the family who built it later, which also means that their family has been succeeded by successors all these years. Dad, I will call you in the morning." Someone, come and change the garden in front of us."

Mr. Wen originally breathed a sigh of relief, but he was relieved after hearing what he said, his face softened, and his throat let out a whine.

Seeing that I could handle it with such a casual talk, I added: "In addition, the furniture in the house is different. They have wooden ladders and elevators in their house, and they use round beds and zero-gravity sofas..."

Mr. Wen was very interested: "Have you been to his house?"

I suddenly remembered the cordon, and said perfunctorily, "Uh, I've been there once, once."

The conversation that followed was also very happy, at least on the surface, because I pretended to be stupid to the end and insisted that I didn't know the way, but Mr. Wen just laughed and said nothing.I don't have much talent for storytelling, and my tone of voice is ordinary, but Mr. Wen held my hand several times and was so excited that he wanted to sit up.

At the end, Mr. Wen got up to see me off, went out of the room and said: "Thank you, my father has been thinking about it for so many years, and I am very sorry that I can't revisit the old place. I can listen to you today, and forget about his little things." Wish. He often told us about going to the mountains when we were young, about the beautiful mountains and rivers there, the panacea, and Uncle Min Yang back then..."

"Wait?" I suspected that I had heard something wrong, "You mean, your father went up the mountain when he was 12 and met Min Yang?"

"Yes," Mr. Wen doubted him, "my father told me that they had to cross a river at that time. The river was not deep, but there was no bridge on the river, and the adults walked across the water. My father He's quite fat, that one... I should call him grandpa, he is tall and handsome, my father often said that the stars on TV now are not as good as that grandpa when he was young - when he hugged him with one arm Holding a bundle of treasure-seeking sticks for going up the mountain, he easily hugged my father with the other hand."

Mr. Wen smiled: "So, when I saw you, I felt that you were not from the Min family, and your figure didn't look like it."

I:"……"

I can't count the generations that can make Mr. Wen's father called "Uncle", but I know he is obviously not talking about the big dad.

Could it be the big grandpa or the old grandpa?But with such a close relationship, most people should deliberately avoid names that sound similar to their elders when naming their children.

I couldn't help asking again: "Are you sure the person who brought him up the mountain is called Min Yang?"

"Isn't that the name?" Mr. Wen turned his head and glanced at the door of the old man's house, "Maybe my father remembered it wrong? Or I remembered it wrong these years? Everyone made mistakes and influenced each other. It's also possible. ? But there is indeed such a person, and he is accompanied by a little sable with human nature."

"Sables???" I've never seen my uncle keep anything at home except the chickens in the yard.

"It should be a sable. My father also bought a sable later and came back to try raising it, but the sable is a wild animal, which is different from domestic pets. You raise it and it doesn't recognize its owner, let alone relatives," Mr. Wen said. He spoke as if he had seen it with his own eyes, "but that sable is different. In the deep mountains, no one catches it, and it doesn't run around. It just follows the crowd back and forth. Heaven and man, beasts are divine beasts, that's why my father is so persistent..."