"Okay, don't dig anymore, but Lao Hu, if I find something good to ginseng by myself when I look back, don't worry about so much."
Seeing Hu Hongde's crying face, Ye Tian smiled and patted him on the shoulder, asking: "Lao Hu, where do most of these ginsengs grow? Tell me about it."
Changbai Mountain is so big, it is impossible for Ye Tian to release his consciousness all the time, right? He had not yet cultivated to the realm of refining his spirit and returning to the void, and he would feel tired if his consciousness was out of the body for a little longer.
It was because Ye Tian wanted to be targeted, and only explored the places where wild ginseng might survive, otherwise it was estimated that he would be exhausted to death if the ginseng was not found.
"You still want to find ginseng like this?"
Hu Hongde couldn't help but scold, and he also saw that the reason why Ye Tian was so skilled in digging ginseng was entirely due to his strong body control ability, and it had nothing to do with anything else.
After thinking for a while, he said: "Ginseng has very strict requirements for the growth environment, and likes to grow in the cold climate, the corrosion layer is deep in the soil, the sunlight is not directly shining, and the precipitation is abundant.
As for where it is, it's hard to say, look...... For example, there may be ginseng on this hillside, there may also be ginseng in the woods, even in the mountains, there are also people who have dug up hundred-year-old ginseng.
In ancient times, Tao Hongjing once said in the "Collected Notes on the Materia Medica": Three leaves and five leaves, facing the sun and facing the shade, if you want to come to me, the linden trees are looking for each other, these few sentences can summarize the place where ginseng grows!"
Hu Hongde hasn't been in school for a few years, and he still learned literacy from the old Chinese medicine grandfather.
But if it comes to ginseng and traditional Chinese medicine, looking at Changbai Mountain, if Hu Hongde claims to be the second, no one will dare to boast of being the first.
Ye Tian pointed to the section of the forest on the flat slope and asked: "Linden tree? Are you talking about those purple lindens?"
"Yes, there is a high chance of finding ginseng under the linden tree."
Hu Hongde nodded, picking ginseng relies on many years of experience in releasing mountains, but it cannot be understood by casually explaining a few words, otherwise this Changbai Mountain would not even want to find a single ginseng seed.
After digging out a ginseng with his own hands, Ye Tian's interest increased greatly, and he couldn't wait to find a thousand-year-old ginseng soon, and couldn't wait to urge: "Let's go, go to the sixth-grade leaf you mentioned, maybe I can find the legendary seventh-grade leaf!"
After hearing Ye Tian's words, the corners of Hu Hongde's mouth twitched, but he didn't say much, his old man lived in Changbai Mountain, and he had never seen the ginseng of the seventh-grade leaf.
Many ginseng pickers even believe that when ginseng grows to the seventh grade leaf, it will produce spirituality, that is, the folklore ginseng doll, which can attract good fortune and avoid misfortune, which ordinary people cannot see at all.
Seeing Ye Tian happily walking in front, looking at the ground from time to time, Hu Hongde followed him with tears and laughs, and the two climbed up another mountain along the hillside.
Changbai Mountain alone has dozens of peaks above 2,500 meters above sea level, strictly speaking, Ye Tian and Hu Hongde are still on the edge, and it took more than an hour for them to reach the north of this mountain.
Although Ye Tian would release his consciousness when he saw the linden forest, his good luck seemed to have run out, and there was no ginseng on this mountain peak anymore, as if there was really a spirit avoiding Ye Tian.
"Ye Tian, stop for a moment, it's been five or six hours now, let's get something to eat!"
Seeing that Ye Tian was still looking around and rushing on the road, Hu Hongde couldn't hold on, he was full of energy, but he was still in his sixties, and this food still had to be supplemented.
"Grandma's, are these mallets hiding? I didn't find any!"
After hearing Hu Hongde's words, Ye Tian also stopped, he released his consciousness a lot along the way, although his body was not tired, but his spirit felt a little tired.
Ye Tian put his backpack on the ground, remembered the deliciousness of the flying dragon soup, smacked his mouth, and said: "What to eat? Lao Hu, how many flying dragons can you fight?"
When he passed through the woods along the way, he saw several flying dragons, but Ye Tian was all on the mallet at the time, so he didn't care.
"Speak up, let me see ......"
Hu Hongde stretched out a finger and shouted, they were on a flat slope halfway up the mountain at this time, and further down was a birch forest, which was also the flying dragon's favorite place to hide.
After Hu Hongde took a few steps forward, his face showed joy, and he whispered: "Ye Tian, we have a good mouth, there is a nest of flying dragons in this forest!"
Ye Tian followed Hu Hongde's gaze, and sure enough, on the snow seven or eight meters in front of him, there was a line of small paw prints that extended all the way into the woods.
Hu Hongde took out a very well-made crossbow from his backpack and said: "The flying dragon in winter is the best to fight, Ye Tian, you pack up some dry firewood and make a fire, I'll come when I go!"
Ye Tian really hadn't seen Hu Hongde put this thing in his backpack before, so he asked curiously: "Hand crossbow? No need to shoot?"
Hu Hongde smiled and said: "It's not okay to shoot a flying dragon with a gun, half of the birds will be gone with one shot, but this thing is still easy to use!"
"Let me go with you to take a look." Ye Tian had eaten dragon meat twice, but they were all bald birds plucked, and he had never seen a real hazel chicken.
"Cheng, be quiet, don't be surprised!" Hu Hongde nodded and led the way to the woods.
Ye Tian took a breath, his body suddenly became much lighter, leaving only a faint footprint when he stepped on the snow, and Hu Hongde's old face turned red, as if he was making a louder voice.
The trunks in this birch forest were a little scattered, and there were many low miscellaneous trees growing on the ground, Hu Hongde made a silent gesture to Ye Tian and quietly walked towards the densest weeds.
"Click...... Click!"
Just when Hu Hongde was still seven or eight meters away from what he thought was the flying dragon's lair, a birch branch could not bear the weight of the snow and broke off at this time.
With this sound, four birds suddenly fluttered out of the low bushes, flapping their wings and flying out of the birch forest.
"Grandma's, there are actually four?!"
Hu Hongde reacted extremely quickly, raised the crossbow in his right hand up, didn't even aim at it, directly pulled the trigger, and an arrow made of alloy shot out with a "whoosh".
After Hu Hongde shot this arrow, he flipped his left hand, and an alloy arrow that was only the length of a finger was buckled on the crossbow, and as soon as he raised his hand, he shot down another flying dragon that had not yet flown far.
However, after killing two birds, this was also Hu Hongde's limit, and he no longer had time to deal with the two flying dragons that had flown out of the birch forest.
Just when Hu Hongde felt a little frustrated, the two hazel chickens, which had flown about ten meters above the ground, suddenly flapped their wings and fell from the sky.
Hu Hongde's eyesight was excellent, he could see that as the Hazel Chicken's body fell, there were two snowflakes, and he looked back at Ye Tian who was clapping his hands, and Hu Hongde's eyes showed a hint of astonishment.
The hazel flying speed is extremely fast, especially after reaching an altitude of more than ten meters, unless it is hit with a gun, it is generally difficult to get them, but Ye Tianzhi's hand casually rubbed two snow balls and knocked them down.
Now Hu Hongde believes that if he and Ye Tian live in this old forest at the same time, Ye Tian will definitely live a much more nourishing life than him.
This made Hu Hongde, who claimed to be the best hunter in Changbai Mountain, very unhappy, and said: "Ye Tian, you boil the pot of water, and I'll go and beat a silly roe deer again!"
"Done! These flying dragons really don't have enough to eat!"
Ye Tian nodded, the flying dragon meat is fragrant, but after removing the hair and internal organs, it is only two or three hundred grams at most.
Ye Tian picked up a bundle and placed it on a gentle slope, then used a shovel to clear an open space of more than ten meters and dug a hole in the middle of the open space.
After lighting the dead branches, Ye Tian clamped the pot on the bonfire, took a few pieces of snow that had been frozen into ice and threw them into the pot, and after more than ten minutes, the snow melted and slowly emitted heat.
"Life in this mountain is quite interesting, much more fun than Maoshan!"
Ye Tian is still a young man after all, whether it is digging a mallet before or having a picnic now, it is a very new thing for him, and this kind of experience has never been experienced before.
Taking advantage of the boiling water, Ye Tian plucked the feathers of the four flying dragons and gutted them, and after the water boiled, he directly threw the flying dragons inside.
Seeing that Hu Hongde hadn't come back yet, Ye Tian's eyes rolled, he took out the wooden box from his backpack and took out the mallet inside.
"Hey, Lao Hu, what a pity not to eat this good thing?"
With a "click", Ye Tian bit off half of the rhizome of the fourth-grade leaf, and threw the other half with the ginseng whiskers into the Feilong soup pot.
"Good thing!"
After this half of the ginseng entered his mouth, Ye Tian suddenly felt a slightly bitter taste filling his mouth, and at the same time, a wave of hot air went down his throat to his chest and abdomen.
"The medicinal properties of this thing are a hundred times stronger than dried ginseng!"
Ye Tian didn't dare to neglect it, and directly crossed his knees on the snow, running Zhou Tian, such pure vitality, if it dissipated in the body, it would be a pity.
For Ye Tian, the essence contained in the fifty-year-old ginseng was still a little less, and after a week, the essence in the half of the mallet had been absorbed by him.
After a day of walking through the old forest, as well as the spiritual consciousness that Ye Tian had lost before, all of them were replenished, and Ye Tian felt refreshed after standing up.
"Ye Tian, did you eat that mallet? This...... Isn't this a prodigal?"
Ye Tian had just gotten up, Hu Hongde, who was rushing back with a roe deer on his shoulder, looking at the empty wooden box on the ground, and suddenly wanted to cry without tears.
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