Build a farm from the mountains

Chapter 319 Concealed
When the sun was in the west, the weather was very cool, and the family members went out for a walk. Wu Hao picked up the phone and called the glasses girl again.

After the little girl made trouble before, the glasses girl's attitude has obviously changed a lot. Although her tone is a bit cold, she won't find fault.

There is a big gap between women and women. Some people can get lost when they go out and go around. It's not that she has a bad memory, because she can find out what happened 40 years ago.

This kind of woman is quite scary!

Wu Hao is quite satisfied with the attitude of the glasses girl, and he has to coax her a little bit to make the other party laugh before hanging up the phone.

After that, I called every two days. By the end of August, the mountain roads had already been fully opened, and there were only a few batches of mountain goods to be shipped.

It took more than 300 million in the past two months, and after deducting the expenses before October, there are still more than 70 left.

The road in front of the village has been repaired, and it is now being repaired on the other side of the hill. He paid for it, and the leader of the second road section is responsible for completing the repair before it snows.

If there is no such road, it is impossible to build a farm next year, because the materials cannot be transported in at all.

The greenhouse at home is only short of a mezzanine on the outer wall. Even if hundreds of workers are removed, and half of the people in the village are withdrawn, the construction can be completed before October.

He plans to start planting vegetables in early September, and before that, all the water pumps will be pulled back.

Two days ago, I went to the place where the stick was carried in the southwest with my brothers, but I didn't find the big stick. It may still be dormant, or it may be gone.

In fact, he doesn't care about the little money, hunting and digging ginseng is just a hobby now, there is no need to always go to the mountains like the third grandson to suffer the beatings of this era.

But Hai Dafu has to do what he promised, and when the weather is hot, he has to go to the north to see if there is a stick.

In the morning, I drove to the village to buy 20 boxes of liquor, and rented three wooden boats in the town, and gave them [-] yuan for a few days.

Go to the border camp and explain to platoon leader Zhang, unload the boats, and row one of them to the north to face Lao Maozi's soldiers and say, "These twenty boxes of wine are for you to drink, and help me transport the water pumps there."

The old Maozi had a good relationship with him, and he liked wine very much, so he immediately patted his chest and said, "We're definitely fine, but you have to let the leader speak."

"It's simple." After Wu Hao finished speaking, he went directly to Mukeleng to find the driver.

There is no need to use tanks to build bridges for [-] water pumps. They can be transported by small boat several times a day, and they can all be sent in two days.

The platoon leader Zhang will help him load the car, and he can't give wine to the south. There are too many things, and he will send two carts of vegetables in winter, and sell them at half the price.

After lunch in Mukeleng, I borrowed a tank to bring a shell, an AK47, three grenades, and a sniper rifle.

Go northeast to the last outpost to say goodbye to the captain, drive the tank and go straight to the place Hai Dafu said.

The straight-line distance is more than 300 miles. If it takes ten days to walk, if you drive a tank, even if you take a detour, the sky will be dark and it will soon be here.

Wu Hao got out of the tank, looked at the wild fruit forest beside him and sighed: "What a pity!"

Along the way, there are many fruit forests, even if the area is not large, the total number is more than that in the south of the pasture.

Now the old man is still rich, and no one comes here to pick the rotten fruit. We need to wait for the ruble to depreciate before we talk about it.

At that time, the common people would find ways to make money when they were poor. As long as there was a market for the fruit, they were not afraid that they would not come to pick it.

Wu Hao stood on top of the tank and fired two shots into the sky. In order to scare away the nearby animals, it would be better if a wild boar rushed over, let it hit the tank and it would be over.

The weather is too hot to sleep in the tank. There is a high ground in front of me. I just took out the bear skin I borrowed from the village of Mukelenna.

I heard a faint "Ao" sound coming from the north.

You don't need to distinguish it carefully to know it's a tiger, and you don't care if it's a scarred face. Even if it is, you may not know it now.

Take out a grenade from the tank, carry the bearskin to the high ground, pull the fuse and throw the grenade northward.

After lying on the ground and waiting for the "boom" to explode, many birds flew in the distance, and after a while, everything around ten miles was quiet.

Try to be as safe as possible when you come to the mountains now, after all, he is also a "poor man", and those who are about to have a wife can no longer be fooled.

Go into the forest to pick up branches, pick two old boletus, pick some wild fruits by the way, and light two fires at night.

I didn’t fight any animals I encountered along the way. Now I ate some dry food and lit the old boletus. I slept well tonight.

I woke up just after dawn, stood on top of the tank and fired two shots at the sky, and went to the nearby stream to wash my face when I didn't hear the cry of wild animals.

Today I can't use tanks to drive the road. The terrain gets higher as I go to the northeast, and I need to walk for nearly two days to reach my destination.

Drive the tank into the woods and hide it with branches. There is no one in the area for more than 200 miles, and the tank will not be found easily.

In order to be safe on the road, I fired two shots into the sky every five miles, and took off old boletus to prevent mosquitoes when I encountered them.

As the evening approached, Wu Hao stopped and listened carefully. There was a loud "bang" sound coming from the north, so he judged by experience.

There are at least five or six hundred animals in this group, and it is rare for a pig god to meet, and it is not easy to gather together at this time. The remaining large group of animals may be reindeer.

Judging by the volume of the sound, these animals are not moving, that is, the reindeer are circling.

There might be predators nearby. He first climbed up to a high ground and observed with a telescope for more than ten minutes. He didn't find a large beast before approaching the direction where the sound came from.

Walking to the edge of a forest, looking at the herd of reindeer in the open space ahead, he complained, "Old man is really rich."

The land is vast and the population is sparse, relatively speaking, there are fewer hunters, and the resources are abundant, so there is no need to hunt these cheap animals all the time.

He wanted to shoot a few more, but after thinking about it, he decided to forget it. It was too hot to store in summer, so he took down the sniper rifle he was carrying.

Aiming at the herd of deer 400 meters away is just one shot.

Not to mention 400 meters, 600 meters do not need to be too accurate. Hundreds of reindeer gather together, as long as the bullets are fired in parallel, the hit rate can reach more than [-]%.

This time without candied haws, a reindeer weighing more than 200 kilograms fell down, and the bullet passed through its head and nailed it to a tree.

The deer ran away in a panic, Wu Hao went to the small slope and took out a grenade and threw another one. He was going to camp here tonight and try to avoid danger.

Even if there were reindeer running nearby, he didn't shoot. After a few minutes, he waited for the forest to be quiet before opening the reindeer.

Then find a branch nearby to make a fire, continue to smoke the meat after eating the barbecue, put some in the backpack, enough to eat for three days.

Throw the rest of the venison in the creek to cover up the smell of blood, don't want any of these, and any animal will eat it if it finds it.

Get up early in the morning and continue to set off. After a short walk, you will fire two shots. There are five magazines and one grenade in the bag.

There are basically no animals that dare to talk to him in the woods.

At four o'clock in the afternoon, we came to the south of a cliff several miles long. Wu Hao looked down with a telescope, and it was exactly as Hai Dafu said.

The underground forest below is similar to Changbai Mountain. The lower you go, the lower the terrain, and there are many trees and shrubs.

You can't find ginseng from the top, even if you go to the bottom, you have to search the forest one by one to have a chance to find it.

The ginseng produced in the Outer Xing'an Mountains should also be divided into one piece, mainly distributed in three places, but the north of his home is the least.

This is also good, there is no veteran leading a team to look for it, as long as someone finds a club, it may be a piece, and the time limit is not short.

Wu Hao picked up the AK and shot at the sky to scare the animals.

"Oh!"

A little guy ran out of the rock pile at the bottom of the cliff.

The bottom of this cliff is slope-shaped, extending far to the east, and it can't be seen at a glance. He picked up the binoculars and took a little look to recognize the little beast.

The body is half a meter long, stout and short, about the size of a domestic cat, with a wide forehead and a short snout.

The whole body is rich in fluff, the color of limbs is slightly lighter than that of the back, the tail is thick and round, with obvious black ring fine lines on it, and the long hair at the tip is black.

Wu Hao put down the binoculars and muttered, "It's quite rare."

This animal is a cat's cat, which is very similar to a domestic cat, except that the ears are far apart, making it look like it has a crew cut.

It looks ugly and a little fierce, maybe it was frightened, and it got stuck when running, and it seems to be more stupid than a cat.

Rabbit mantle skins are valuable, and they were rarely beaten in the 80s. He is not short of this money, and will try to hunt wolves, wild boars and rabbits as much as possible in the future.

Let go of this stupid guy, leave the cliff and pick a slope to walk down, take out an ax on the way and chop off a tree branch to use as a Suobao stick.

The slope below the cliff is a bit steep, you need to go down slowly, and you have to shoot two more shots for safety.

I waited for some small animals to run away before going down with confidence. It took more than two hours before I came to a dense forest.

There are many tree hairs and shrubs around this forest, and the location is also remote. This is probably what Hai Dafu was talking about.

But he didn't say how the ancestors found out.

Wu Hao didn't ask these questions in detail, he raised his Suobao stick to hit the tree trunk a few times, and just finished shooting, but things like snakes may not run away, they may hide.

Even if there are few snakes in the Outer Xing'an Mountains, you need to be careful. If you are bitten by a poisonous snake, it will be a bump on your leg.

A bag on the mountain, once buried in the barren mountains, the banquet at home will be held.

After knocking on the trees, he didn't find any animals after a while, but he heard a slight sound of pulling grass. He thought it was a snake, so he poked open the bushes with a stick to have a look.

It turned out to be a little hedgehog, about the size of a fist, crawling hard under the bushes.

Hearing the voice above, the little guy looked up and saw a huge creature with his small eyes, and was so frightened that he hurriedly lay down on the ground.

Wu Hao felt that the head of this little guy was very similar to a miniature version of a wild boar.

I wanted to take it home as a pet for my sister, but I was afraid that it would be hot to death on the road, so I pulled it with a small stick, and the little guy lay on the ground pretending to be dead and motionless.

Wu Hao laughed, he will get rich when he meets "Yuanbao", this time it should not be in vain.

Pick up the Suobao stick and walk a few steps in, then knock down the tree, stop more than 40 meters into the forest, and there are five or six red hammers that can be seen in front of you.

This made him very happy, not because of money, but because hunting is addictive, and harvesting ginseng is even more joyful.

If there are no fruit or the fruit falls off, there may be several seedlings of ginseng waiting for him to carry.

Some rules still have to be followed. Go to the northeast corner to find a pine tree, and use an ax to build a simple mansion underneath.

He took out a red cloth from his bag and hung it up, said some auspicious words, and wanted to ask the "God of the Mountain" whether the [-]-year-old ginseng belonged to this area.

I didn't find it last time, so it's okay to entrust a dream this time.

He wanted to bribe the "mountain god", but he was afraid that the old man would not be in short supply. After thinking about it, he decided to forget it. After worshiping, he got up and came to the first seedling ginseng.

It turned out to be a six-grade leaf seedling, which was far away from other ginseng, and was still at the outermost edge.

Generally speaking, the ginseng in the middle is the oldest, and its fruit falls off and spreads around.

Wu Hao walked around the ginseng seedlings and shook his head slightly. He was [-]% sure that its lifespan was not high, so he still followed the steps.

First cut off three tree branches to make a door shape, stand it up next to the mallet and insert it into the soil, and tie the ginseng "Gubao" with a red string.

Take out the tools wrapped in red cloth in the backpack, first clean the leaves and soil on the ground, and finally dig down with a deer bone drill.

To lift the mallet normally, you have to draw a circle first. I feel that ginseng has a very high age, and the largest circle should be drawn with a diameter of one meter.

Some people dig in from the outside, but this time he dug directly from the root of the stem, and the circle with a diameter of [-] centimeters was cleaned.

Slowly pulling out the soil inside, exposing the reed head of ginseng, Wu Hao stopped his movements, and got down to check the reed pea on it.

After reading it, I couldn't help complaining: "It's a waste of effort."

There are only three scars on the head of the reed, which proves that this ginseng seedling is not more than ten years old, has just grown six leaves and has not yet entered the "reincarnation".

In other words, this seedling of ginseng is worthless, at best, it is only about ten grams, and it has basically no medicinal effect.

Ginseng really doesn't look at the number of leaves, but mainly depends on the year, appearance and weight.

Some ginsengs dormant too many times, but the efficacy is not high, and the weight is not high.

Qianlong, as No.1 in the world, ate ginseng all his life, and usually only ate fourth-class ginseng every day, weighing just over 20 grams.

This small ginseng seedling is worthless, and it can be seen when the reed head is dug up, and Wu Hao directly buried it with soil.

He did this, according to the jargon called: concealed goods.

When some people are carrying ginseng, they often dig up some small ginseng that is not enough for the product specification and weighs a few taels.

Generally, you will find a place with special markers on the spot or nearby, and bury it back in the soil to let it continue to grow.

After a few years, when it grows up, it will be dug again.

"Concealed goods" means to hide, which is a common method used by people who drive mountains.

Ginseng is a very spiritual thing. Even if it is reburied, there is a high probability that it will continue to grow.

This kind of ginseng is less effective, but the price is not low given the year.

Wu Hao didn't want to waste that time, so he buried it directly without damaging the roots, so the efficacy of ginseng would not be reduced.

Stand up and stretch yourself, the sun is now in the west, so I can only wait until tomorrow to lift the mallet and go out of the forest to find an open high ground.

Fired a few shots into the sky before resting.

The next morning, I arrange the sticks by myself. The purpose is not to miss those ginseng without red hammers, and not to look too closely. If you miss it, you will miss it.

He just lifts the mallet by himself and doesn't want to shout, he feels like an idiot.

When you encounter ginseng, you dig out the head of the reed to check the scars. If the age is too low, you should bury it. It will be fine if someone else comes.

Assuming that someone has this wealth, he won't poach it all for a little money, some money can't be too greedy.

Pai Gun finally found a young ginseng seedling in the morning. Although it only had fourth-grade leaves, there were more than 60 scars.

This ginseng seedling should have been growing for nearly 80 years, and Hai Dafu's ancestors may have caught up with it to go dormant when they came.

It took Wu Hao more than four hours to lift it out, wipe the sweat off his brow, and weigh it with his hands.

It is estimated that there are three or two halves of this seedling ginseng, and its appearance and age are better than the ginseng he carried last year.

Can't help but secretly said: "It's a pity."

If in another 20 years, the price of this seedling ginseng starts at 800 million, how many people will not earn 800 million in their lifetime.

If it is sold for 8000 yuan now, it would be a bit of a fool.

When Guan Zilong sells out the mountain products and asks him to send this seedling ginseng to Mrs. Fu, the price will at least double.

　Just one chapter, I don't want to write.

　　
　
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