Ginseng is a perennial herb, which mostly grows in coniferous and broad mixed forests or mixed woods at gentle slopes or slopes of mountainous areas at an altitude of 500 to 1,100 meters.

Because the roots are enlarged and the shape is like a spindle, often with bifurcations, and the whole look is quite similar to the head, hands, feet and limbs of a human, it is called ginseng.

In ancient times, ginseng was elegantly called Polygonatum, Goblin, and Spiritual Grass. Ginseng was called "King of All Herbs". It is one of the well-known "Three Treasures of Northeast China" (ginseng, mink, and deer antler). It is a precious medicinal material well-known both at home and abroad, both in the ages and in the young and old.

Zhang Lang put a red rope on the stems of the ginseng reeds, and lay on the ground to carefully dig the surrounding soil. Because he did not bring a special tool to carry ginseng, Zhang Lang had to dig it little by little with his hands.

Although it was not dug out, by intuition, this ginseng is definitely not smaller than the ginseng given to him by Grandpa Ba.

Tie a red rope on ginseng, which is an ancient rule passed down by Northeastern ginseng collectors. Ginseng is a rare medicinal herb. It has been regarded as an elf since ancient times in China. Therefore, when you enter the mountain to collect ginseng, you will find a set of mysterious and special mountain rules and customs.

In the past, geese collectors were usually well organized.

When collecting ginseng, each person holds a rope stick, commonly known as "Soro stick". He is pushing forward and pressing grass to search for ginseng. He doesn't say a word according to the mountain rules. When he finds ginseng, he immediately shouts loudly: "Bangmao!" It is said that if he calls "Bangmao", the ginseng will be "stagnant" and will not run away again.

Then he covered it with a straw hat to make the ginseng surrender, and tied the ginseng to the branches with a red rope, so that the ginseng was caught.

There are also some languages ​​for people who collect ginseng. Digging ginseng is called "lifting ginseng", which is full of respect.

There is another saying that tying a red rope is to mark that the ginseng has been discovered. Sometimes, the only thing I find is young ginseng or ginseng that is not divided enough in years. Tieing a red rope means that I recognize this ginseng and others cannot dig it. After a few years, when the ginseng grows up, the ginseng owner can dig it.

The ginseng with a red rope tied shows that there is a master and you cannot touch it again. If you touch it, you will be punished by the mountain god. This is the rule in the mountains.

These are all statements passed down from the older generation. No one can tell which one is true. Everyone has always done this.

Zhang Lang is more willing to believe the latter statement, which is more reliable.

Because he was afraid of hurting the fibrous roots of ginseng, Zhang Lang dug it very slowly. It took him more than an hour to dig it out intact.

The fibrous root of this ginseng is 1.5 meters long, second only to the ginseng treasure given by Grandpa Ba last time. He carefully wrapped it with a red cloth he carried with him and put it in his shoulder bag.

After digging ginseng treasure, Zhang Lang had no intention of continuing to patrol. He took such a treasure to patrol the mountain. If it hits, the loss would be great. Then there would be no place to cry.

After returning to the cabin with a silly smile, Zhang Lang couldn't help but take out the ginseng and look it carefully.

Although I have seen ginseng that is bigger than this, it is different. Although this ginseng treasure is not as big as Grandpa Ba gave it, I dug it myself and feel different. I used to be moved and grateful, but now I am excited, and my whole body is trembling.

Zhang Lang did nothing else in the morning, and just smiled at Shen Bao on the kang.

It was not until his stomach was roaring and protesting that Zhang Lang came to his senses.

I was planning to be nearby in the morning and have a meal, but I found Shenbao and was so happy that I forgot to eat.

Look at the time, it's already past two o'clock in the afternoon.

The sky is great and the earth is great, and the Five Canons Gods are the most important. Eating is important. Carefully keep the ginseng treasure and hide it in the wooden house.

He started preparing lunch, because Hu Zi was taken away by Erlangzi and the others, Zhang Lang had to do it himself.

Fortunately, there will never be a shortage of food in the mountains and forests in the northeast.

After walking around the forest, I picked some hazelnut mushrooms and returned to the cabin with a pheasant.

There are two stoves in the wooden house, one with rice stuffed in the stove, and the other with chicken stewed in the stove.

Stewed pheasant with hazelnut mushrooms is an authentic Northeastern dish.

First peel, ripped, remove internal organs, wash, chop them into pieces, scald them with boiling water, and take them out for later use.

Then wash off the old roots of the mushrooms and wash them.

Heat it, add oil, add pheasant cubes and stir-fry and change color, add spring water, then add wild onion slices, ginger slices, fine salt, pepper, and mushrooms. Stew it for more than half an hour before it can be served.

Although the ingredients are not complete, the authentic pheasant and fresh mushrooms taste delicious.

Just stew hazelnut mushrooms with pheasant, Zhang Lang ate half a pot of rice.

After eating, Zhang Lang patted his stomach and saw that the remaining rice and vegetables were enough for dinner. He didn't have to clean the pot anymore. He could continue eating it when he was hot at night.

After washing the dishes and putting them in the cabinet, Zhang Lang continued to check the terrain that he had not finished in the morning. He couldn't help but fantasize about meeting another ginseng treasure.

The facts tell Zhang Lang that all this is just a fantasy, and meeting a treasure of ginseng is a great blessing.

Many ginseng collectors can never pick a ginseng treasure in their lifetime.

The afternoon trip was dull, but I found several small groups of wild boars, not big, all of which were small groups of boars with three or two sows.

I found a few more yew trees with the size of the bowl.

After returning to the cabin in the evening, he wiped out the remaining food at noon, and Zhang Lang started to do evening classes.

After following the master to recite scriptures and meditate for more than a month, Zhang Lang clearly felt that his temper was gradually being controlled.

Although he still knows how to curse people, it is just a habit. He rarely has the idea of ​​killing people after being angry.

With this awareness, Zhang Lang became more and more serious when doing his homework.

It takes a day's walk from Xilongzhuang to Wild Boargou, and it was not until the next evening that Erlangzi and his friends returned to the cabin from Xilongzhuang.

This time, not only ten of them came, but also many people from Qijiawopu and Liu family, and there were fifty young and strong laborers.

They are all preparing to carry prey.

Zhang Jianjun also came, and as soon as he met, he chased Zhang Lang and asked, "Uncle Wolf! Erlangzi said you scared the tiger away, isn't it true?"

"Haha!" Zhang Lang smiled.

"Really! Uncle Wolf, you are so fierce!" Zhang Jianjun shouted immediately when he saw that Zhang Lang did not refute.

"Uncle Wolf, you don't know. Now it's spread in the village. You hunt more than 20 wild wolves by yourself and scare away the tiger. They all say that you are the stars in the sky and descend to the earth." Zhang Chenggong was also chattering and reporting the rumors in the village to Zhang Lang.

Zhang Lang smiled and listened to Zhang Chenggong telling the rumors in the village.

After everyone was excited and found that it was almost done, they smiled and said, "Okay, I've been tired for a day. Hurry up and wash my face and rest for a while. I'll get two roe deer and bake it to eat at night."

"Uncle Wolf, let's eat the meat of wild boar. The meat of roe deer is too thin and it won't be delicious if it's roasted." Zhang Jianjun suggested.

Zhang Lang nodded happily, "Okay! There is no shortage of wild boars in this place!"

"The roe deer can be stewed and eaten, and the mushrooms are so fragrant." Zhang Chenggong also made a request.

"There are quite a lot of requirements for dog days! Do you want another fish soup?" Zhang Lang smiled and cursed, turned around and went out to prepare the food for the evening.

"This can be there." A sound of saliva came from behind.
Chapter completed!