Zhao Qiming took a boat to North Korea in the 18th year of Chongzhen and used the silver land given by Gong Ding to build a house for four years.

Speaking of which, it was his settlement here that attracted several Korean mountaineers, who used the iron farm tools he brought from the Ming Dynasty to reclaim wasteland and plant crops, and formed the small village today.

It can be said that although Zhao Qiming is not a landlord, he is really respected as a saint. He does not need to worry about the fruits and vegetables all year round, and farmers will send them to his home. After the autumn harvest every year, villagers will also send new rice.

Zhao Qiming invested in Songshang again and made a lot of money from the ginseng trade, but he was never willing to spend money to buy land.

I'm afraid that this day has been prepared, but Tian Tu cannot take it away.

Mao Shi chased into the mountains and saw no children. However, at this time, he could see two traces of ruts from the ground, and followed the clues and found a hidden valley.

There is a thatched hut in the valley, like hunters occasionally spending nights and resting. In front of the door of this hut, there are two cultivated vegetable fields, which have already appeared in full bloom, and it is obvious that there are people taking care of them. A yellow cow was eating grass by the vegetable field, and when he saw outsiders, he made a low moo.

"Who are you looking for?"

Mao Shi was walking towards the hut when suddenly the voice of a middle-aged man came from behind him.

Mao Shi turned around and saw a farmer on the hillside on the shade. He was wearing a brown dress, wearing a hat, and leaning on a hoe in both hands, looking at him vigilantly.

"Since you speak Chinese to me, you naturally know who I am looking for." Mao Shi still had anger and pressed the hilt of the knife without any color and walked onto the slope. He looked familiar and said, "Are you digging a canal?"

A small straight canal had already been opened on the slope. Mountain springs were gurgling inside. The farmer was opening the canal horizontally to lead the mountain spring water to the next ground.

"What can be planted here?" Mao Shi asked, "Mr. Zhao."

The farmer was Zhao Qiming who Chen De was struggling to search for.

When Zhao Qiming saw that the person came to tell his name, he saw that he pressed the knife with one hand and knew that he had no hope of running away, he simply said openly: "Ginseng."

Since people discovered it, ginseng has always been a holy product for replenishing vitality. Many old ginseng with strong medicinal effects have even been a life-threatening effect, which has been so magical. From a historical and humanistic perspective, the chaotic situation of Ming and Jianzhou Jurchens, as well as North Korea in the Northeast, can also be said to be a "Ginseng War".

It was the Han, Manchu and the Three Kingdoms that were genitals gradually accumulated blood feuds because of digging ginseng.

"Wow, I've never heard of ginseng being able to grow." Mao Shi looked down at the field, not knowing whether it was a weed or the green leaves of ginseng seedlings, and was quite unbelievable.

Zhao Qiming didn't explain much, but just replied casually out of his sharp nature: "That's because you have little knowledge."

Mao Shi was choked and was overjoyed: This kind of hurtfulness of his words is like a fellow disciple of the same school as that of Mr. Cao!

Don’t underestimate this. First of all, that person must have a good brain and react quickly enough. Secondly, he must have confidence, that is, a sense of arrogance that surpasses ordinary people. With these two bases, he will definitely not be a mediocre person. What’s more, Mr. Zhao can also grow ginseng, regardless of whether it can be planted. At least it means that this person really dares to think about it!

——Not mediocre, definitely not mediocre!

Mao Shi felt secretly happy.

Seeing that the martial artist was stunned and a strange and obscene smile appeared on his face, Zhao Qiming couldn't help but say, "What's your matter here? Tell me just." As he said that, he used a hoe to fiddle with the canal.

"I want to ask Mr. to come out of the mountain." Mao Shiru said bluntly, and snatched Zhao Qiming's hoe and said, "This strength depends on mine." As he said that, he twisted his waist and hoe, he digged out a large piece of soil, which was naturally much different than Zhao Qiming's gentle technique.

Zhao Qiming did not refuse directly, but said, "Don't dig too deep, if the mountain ginseng is too watery, you will die."

"It's so hard to serve?" Mao Shi said: "No wonder I only heard of digging ginseng, but I have never seen anyone who planted ginseng."

"That's it," Zhao Qiming stopped, "It's because there are few people in the North who read and read, and have never read "Agricultural Studies"."

"Agricultural Studies?" Mao Shi hadn't done farm work for more than ten years, and he kept asking for speed, and he was already a little breathless after a few strokes.

"That was written by your prince, who teaches people how to cultivate." Zhao Qiming simply went to the tree beside him to rest and said, "The so-called five theories of heaven, earth, water, and wind are indeed thought-provoking, and they say that the predecessors have never said anything."

"Your Highness can still work in farm work? Haha, I have never read it, but I have read the "Cause of the Book" written by Your Highness." Mao Shi said.

"If there is really a saint who is born to know in the world, it is probably the case with the crown prince." Zhao Qiming sighed.

When Mao Shi heard Zhao Qiming praising the crown prince, somehow he was happy and had a greater impression of this scholar who was ill.

"Hey, why are you coming to North Korea?" Zhao Qiming asked.

"We? Are you referring to the admiral of the North Korean military chief General Chen De?" Mao Shi said: "Our Liaodong Division gave the Donglu a little advantage, so..."

"Has been sent?"

"He is called exile, he is still an officer. I am the one who was exiled." Mao Shi sighed: "If I don't make mistakes, I might be able to be a division commander."

"Don't you blame me?" Zhao Qiming asked.

"Who is it blame?" Mao Shi said disapprovingly: "If I choose again, I will still have to make that mistake."

"You persist so much, obviously don't think you are wrong, so don't you blame the person who sent you?"

"No complaints. Military law is military law. What kind of complaints?" Mao Shi smiled and said, "It's always better than me before. At that time, I was still robbing the house on the mountain."

Zhao Qiming sighed and looked up at the sky. It was the white clouds dotted in the clear sky.

He felt that life was really a joke. In the past, he looked down on Duke Cheng Guo, Zhu Chunchen, but now he has to be loyal to him under the pressure of "moral loyalty" for the rest of his life.

He originally thought that the crown prince was so arrogant and domineering that he would definitely not escape the end of the circle. At that time, he would make careful plans to avenge Zhu Chunchen, which would be considered the guest of the master. Who knew that the crown prince would become more and more arrogant, as if Guangwu had reborn, and had a serious illness, flesh and bones, and forced the entire Ming Dynasty back from the brink of destruction.

If you have the idea of ​​taking revenge at this time, you will be the most stupid person in the ages.

The only thing Zhao Qiming could do was to take Zhu Chunchen's only flesh and blood to travel far away and spend his life safely, which was considered to be a complete success.

Who knew that the Ming Dynasty's tentacles were finally extended to North Korea.

"What are you asking me for?" Zhao Qiming said.

Mao Shi stopped the hoe: "General Chen wants to ask his husband to come out to help him show his military power in North Korea."

"Where did you hear my name?" Zhao Qiming is not the kind of person who thinks he is the best in the world. He doesn't believe that the title of a small mu guest in Duke Cheng's mansion can be known by the crown prince.

"I learned about the gentleman's reputation from the North Korean merchants." Mao Shi said.

"Oh." Zhao Qiming said calmly: "I still have a wife here, so I can't leave suddenly. When this piece of ginseng grows, I will go to the general's tent to serve."

Mao Shi smiled on his face and said, "Sir, we are far away in the East, and we are fellow villagers. If we do not make a business, we should not run away."

Zhao Qiming's face turned red, he waved his hand, and said impatiently: "I understand, I understand, you go."

Mao Shi put down his hoe and clasped his fists at Zhao Qiming: "Sir, when your ginseng grows, everyone will drink with the same tent!"

Zhao Qiming calculated the time, and his family was coming back soon, and he waved his hands repeatedly: "Go away, go quickly, don't come back if the ginseng has not grown."

Mao Shi laughed loudly and walked away.

After returning to the village to find his mount, Mao Shi quickly returned to Pyongyang City and found Chen De.

Chen De was talking to two Korean Han merchants at this time, both of whom were ginseng traffickers, hoping to get the Ming army's flag as a proof of clearance along the way. For them, giving Chen De a fixed bonus is far better than being harassed and slashed by North Korean officials along the way.

Chen De also often does some escort work in the name of training and supplements for military purposes.

Mao Shi had met these two people several times, and wanted to make face for Chen De, so he deliberately stepped forward and said, "General, Mr. Zhao Qiming and Mr. Zhao were finally inspired by the general's sincerity and willing to submit it to the account soon!"

Chen De was happy, stood up and grabbed Mao Shi's hands, and said happily: "It's so great! It's all for you!"

"It's easy to say." Mao Shi laughed.

Chen De asked again: "When will that wise man come and have a clear letter? We are ready to welcome him."

"He planted a ginseng field and had just soaked the seedlings. He said that he would have achieved success when he grows up. I'm afraid it will take a few months."

Before Mao Shi finished speaking, the two businessmen were already laughing.

The two of them quickly stood up to sue the crime and said, "The general is probably fooled. Not to mention that ginseng cannot be planted, even ginseng grown in wild mountains will take at least fifteen or sixteen years to grow into medicine. That person is really spending time on the general."

Mao Shi's face turned red and he argued: "It will take fifteen or sixteen years to use the medicine, maybe it will take three or five months to eat it! I only agreed with him to grow up, but I didn't say I had to wait until it could be used as medicine? Otherwise, if he wanted to plant a thousand-year-old ginseng, would we still wait for him for a thousand years?"

"What the general said is very true, what he said is very true." The two businessmen laughed secretly and admitted defeat. The so-called scholar was indecisive when he encountered a soldier. This kind of verbal lawsuit can only win a lot of trouble, but it is wise to admit defeat.

Chen De didn't care how long the ginseng needed to stay in the field. He didn't have the patience to wait for it, no matter it was fifteen or sixteen years or three or five months.

"How many ginseng is there in his field?" Chen De asked suddenly.

"I'm afraid there are thirty or fifty trees just looking at Yingzi," said Mao Shi.

Chen De turned to the two merchants and said, "Let me borrow fifty people to participate in me."

"Is the general trying to replace the pillars?" The older businessman was afraid that the ginseng would be like Jingzhou, and it would be borrowed or not, so he hurriedly said, "General, this wise man is probably a little arrogant. If he does this dishonest thing, he will give the general a Xu Shu to Cao's camp - without saying a word, what should he do then?"

Chen De made sense when he heard this, but it was difficult to make a decision.
Chapter completed!