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Chapter 82 The Old Ginseng Picker

Since the last time I found the Millennium Ganoderma lucidum and ground it into powder for Yue'er to eat, I can clearly feel that Yue'er's health has improved a lot.

So Zhang Hao couldn't give up the 500-year-old Ninth-Rank Ginseng King in front of him.

"I'm a ginseng picker, and I went into the Chenbai Mountains to look for old wild ginseng left behind. I found that this man's ginseng harvesting speed is so fast!"

"Is it fast? I have been digging for almost an hour and have not dug it out. I feel that it is too slow to die!"

"Upstairs, if you don't understand our business, don't talk nonsense. Seven years ago, we discovered a 300-year-old wild ginseng here. It took eight ginseng masters three days to dig it out. .”

"Damn it! Eight people dug for three days? Is it true?"

"Of course it is true. Every root of ginseng is a treasure, and breaking one is a huge loss, so you must be careful when picking ginseng. Zhang Hao's speed of picking ginseng is the fastest I have ever seen." Yes, and it didn't damage the ginseng at all, it's better than top experts!"

After hearing the ginseng harvester's words, the audience was shocked. Although they knew that ginseng harvesting was a technical job, they did not expect it to be so troublesome.

Slowly, this big ginseng king was displayed in front of everyone.

"It's so troublesome!" Lin Wan said while sitting on the sidelines.

"Collecting ginseng is troublesome, but if you can really find a plant of this kind of ginseng, it will be worth it." Zhang Hao said with a smile on his face.

A 500-year-old ginseng has extremely long roots, and it is also unusually difficult to dig.

When excavating, Zhang Hao also explained: "It should be fortunate that although ginseng mining is troublesome now, it is not dangerous. If it were in ancient times, ginseng mining would be a job that would be carried out with one's head."

"Huh? Is there any difference between ancient times and modern times? Why was ginseng harvesting dangerous at that time? Was it because there were many beasts in the mountains?" Lin Wan asked curiously.

"Beasts in the mountains are one thing, and more importantly, guard against other ginseng collectors. At that time, ordinary people who went to the mountains to collect ginseng would have a narrow escape. Unless they were desperate, or dreamed of getting rich overnight, there was no ordinary People go into the mountains to collect ginseng!" Zhang Hao said.

These words instantly aroused the curiosity of everyone present, could it be possible that everyone who went in to collect ginseng must have special functions?

"In ancient times, before artificially planted ginseng appeared, wild ginseng was extremely precious. It can be said that its value cannot be overstated. There also appeared a group of highly skilled ginseng pickers. They would go to deep mountains and old forests to collect ginseng."

"This group of people are not only ginseng collectors, but also part-time robbers. If they meet other ginseng collectors, they will try their best to kill them and get ginseng from them."

"It was the darkest era, and every ginseng plant might be stained with human blood."

When these words came out, all the people present were shocked. They didn't expect that there would be so much emphasis on ginseng harvesting before.

"The anchor is right. My ancestors were ginseng collectors. My grandfather once told me some ancient legends. My grandfather even knows some tricks of the dealer. The moves are used to kill people."

"I am glad that I am living in modern times, and I am not as precarious as in ancient times."

"Trash! Garbage anchor, picking ginseng is the same as a fairy tale. I don't believe it was so dark back then, and ginseng was hard to find. Could it be that every ginseng picker has ginseng on him?"

Zhang Hao, who was digging, stood up and took a sip of water, and happened to see the questioning barrage on Lin Wan's phone.

"Since some people don't believe it, then I will explain it and let you understand why ancient ginseng collectors would fight when they met."

"Everyone knows the function of ginseng. It can replenish vitality, and another very important function is to hang your life. When you are dying, you have a piece of ginseng in your mouth. Perhaps this small piece of ginseng can keep you alive!"

"The ginseng harvesters of that era often fought, so they would keep a ginseng on their body. After fighting with people, often this ginseng can save your life!"

"The stronger the medicinal power of ginseng, the better the effect. The ginseng picker will wear the best ginseng he picked on his body, so killing the ginseng picker will definitely get the best ginseng on him."

"It is possible that you can only find some young ginseng in the deep mountains for a year or so and you can't sell it for much, but if you kill a ginseng picker, you may get ginseng that has been on the other party for decades or even hundreds of years. People keep fighting."

Following Zhang Hao's narration, everyone's minds gradually formed the dark world of ginseng harvesters. They can do anything for ginseng and profit.

Zhang Hao said with a smile: "So we should be full of gratitude for life, grateful that we grew up in modern times, the country is prosperous and the people are safe, and the motherland is strong."

Before it was changed, people might think it was big talk and empty talk, but now they only think that modernity is really good.

After a long time, he dug out the last beard with a smile, and the whole picture of the ninth-rank Great Ginseng King was displayed in front of everyone.

This big ginseng king is like a neck with several bodies, which looks very irregular and different from the ginseng imagined by everyone.

"Is this really ginseng? Why is it so ugly, and doesn't it mean that the more human-like the ginseng is, the better it is?"

"I understand. This is not ginseng at all. The anchor must be putting on a show. He just took out a plant root and tried to deceive us. Are we fools?"

"Trash anchors, you must boycott, Mad, I am the first to unsubscribe!"

The shape of the ginseng in Zhang Hao's hand is really different from what everyone imagined. Under the crazy rhythm of the navy, many people were touched.

"This is the real wild ginseng. The strip-shaped ginseng you call is all cultivated garden ginseng. Because of its short age, it is strip-shaped. Only this kind of wild ginseng that has been really old for many years will show such irregularities. shape."

Zhang Hao said with a smile: "So, those who don't understand, or pretend to understand, can check the information by themselves, so as not to embarrass themselves."

Although he has only been in Malgou Village for a few years, Zhang Hao also understands that his live broadcast has touched the interests of some people, and it is normal to hire sailors, but Zhang Hao is not a saint, so he is still a little upset.

Fortunately, Zhang Hao, who was in a good mood, didn't bother to pay attention to these small trolls because of the harvest of the Ninth Rank Great Ginseng King.

The Ninth Rank Great Ginseng King is more than half a meter long including the beard, definitely the treasure among the treasures.

Then Zhang Hao put the ginseng on the ground, and with a "choke", Zhang Hao pulled out the hunting knife on the trouser leg.

Seeing the flickering hunting knife, Lin Wan asked in surprise, "Brother Hao, what are you doing?"

"Peel the bark." Zhang Hao said.

"what?!"

Isn't it digging ginseng?
What are you peeling the bark for?
(End of this chapter)