The whole mountain is my hunting ground.

Chapter 1902 states that the King of Ginseng weighs fourteen taels.

After comforting Wang Meilan, Zhao Jun went back inside to call Zhou Jianjun, then went to the outer room to continue watching Zhang Yuanmin make eye contact.

"What's up, Brother Jun?" Seeing Zhao Jun approach, Jie Chen asked him in a low voice, "Why is my aunt thinking about killing the donkey again?"

“Just doing whatever comes to mind,” Zhao Jun said, then remembered what Wang Meilan had said that morning and immediately laughed, “She said she dreamed last night that a donkey kicked her in the chest and it hurt.”

"Hahaha..." Everyone was amused by Zhao Jun's words, and Wang Qiang even complained, "If we were to say that this donkey was killed, then the donkey would have died a very unjust death."

"Hahaha..." The laughter of the crowd grew even louder, except for Zhao Youcai, who did not laugh.

Yesterday, he swung his elbow at Wang Meilan, and Zhao Youcai, who was hitting something, woke up. At the same time, he heard Wang Meilan let out a "whoop".

Zhao Youcai suddenly realized what was happening, and then he heard Wang Meilan muttering, "This damn donkey kicked me."

Zhao Youcai's intuition as a top-notch gunner was ingrained in his bones. The moment he woke up, Zhao Youcai realized something was wrong.

While Wang Meilan was muttering, Zhao Youcai closed his eyes and pretended to be asleep.

When Wang Meilan woke up this morning, she said her chest hurt, and Zhao Youcai didn't dare to say a word.

Upon hearing that Wang Meilan had almost slaughtered the donkey because of this, Zhao Youcai thought to himself that this woman was getting more and more ruthless.

Now that things had come to this, Zhao Youcai could no longer utter a word.

By noon, when Xiaolingdang returned with her aunts, uncles, and Lin Xiaobao, Zhang Yuanmin had already secured the ginseng king to the pine board.

Inside the small east hut, Xie Chen and Zhao Jinhui leaned against the pine planks on either side, both with bright smiles on their faces.

"Why are you two laughing like that?" Zhao Jun, who was taking the photo, laughed and said, "I'm not taking a picture of you two."

Upon hearing this, Xie Chen and Zhao Jinhui realized that they had wasted their feelings.

After taking more than a dozen photos of the ginseng king from various angles, Zhao Jun took it down from the display board.

Just as Zhao Jun was about to put the ginseng king back into the glutinous rice dumpling, Li Baoyu and Liu Mei returned.

Today, Li Baoyu accompanied Liu Mei back to her parents' home. Besides helping Han Qiuyan chop firewood, Li Baoyu also borrowed a steelyard from Old Liu's family.

This ginseng king weighs one gram when fresh and another gram when dried.

Zhao Jun wasn't sure when he could sell it, so he weighed the fresh goods first.

Normally, medicinal herbs are weighed using a steelyard balance, but the maximum weight of a steelyard balance is ten liang (approximately 300 grams) according to the old system.

The ginseng seedling from the Zhao family, judging by its weight, weighs nearly a pound. A steelyard won't cut it at that weight.

In the morning, Liu Mei said that her family had a balance scale, and after breakfast, she and Li Baoyu went back to her family home.

When the young couple returned, they handed the balance scales to Zhao Jun. To their surprise, Zhao Jun, who was not very educated, actually knew how to use them.

Zhao Jun used a balance scale to weigh the ginseng king, and everyone gathered around to watch. After the two trays were balanced, Zhao Jun painstakingly calculated that the weights were always 440 grams.

Four hundred and forty grams, according to the old system, was fourteen taels and two fen, which in terms of weight already exceeded the Miao treasury hidden in the Jilin Hall of the Great Hall of the People.

"Brother!" At this moment, Li Ruhai asked Zhao Jun in surprise, "I've heard people say that seven ounces is ginseng and eight ounces is treasure, so this is a real treasure!"

“Big treasures aren’t enough,” Zhao Jun laughed. “What we have are great immortal herbs and great immortal children, much better than big treasures.”

As he spoke, Zhao Jun took the grid paper that Zhao Youcai had torn from Zhao Hong's homework and wrote on it in a crooked manner: "Fresh Sancai Ginseng King, weighing fourteen taels and two cents."

The name "Three Talents Ginseng King" was given to it by Li Baoyu and Li Ruhai. The two brothers said that this ginseng king was a rare product formed by three ginsengs embracing each other, corresponding to the three elements of heaven, earth, and man. It can be said to have captured the creation of heaven and earth and the spiritual light of the sun and moon.

Zhao Jun didn't quite understand what they were talking about, but it sounded very sophisticated to him.

"Uncle." While Zhang Yuanmin and Wang Qiang were wrapping dumplings, Zhao Jun handed an envelope containing a roll of film to Zhao Weipeng and said, "When you go to the city to develop photos, could you develop this for me?"

A few days ago, Zhao Weipeng took a bunch of photos of tiger hunting. These past two days, he's been thinking about going down the mountain to get them developed, and then showing them off when he gets back to Hebei.

“Okay, that’s all settled.” Zhao Weipeng took the envelope and heard Zhao Jun instruct, “Uncle, make sure to print a few extra copies of the ginseng king’s photos. Then have Manager Huang distribute them to the bosses.”

"Don't worry, Jun," Zhao Weipeng said, "Will ten sets be enough for me?"

This guy is also very wealthy and reliable.

After lunch, Zhao Jun accompanied Ma Ling home and invited Ma's family to a celebratory dinner hosted by Wang Meilan.

When Zhao Jun and Ma Ling arrived at the Ma family's house, Wang Cuihua was sitting in the yard washing clothes.

Ma Yang had been traveling in the mountains for several days, and his clothes and everything else smelled strongly.

Wang Cuihua sat on a small stool, washing clothes with a washboard, with a small black dog lying behind the stool.

This was bought by Zhao Jun from Wang Changyou's house when he went to Changling. At that time, he bought a whole litter and divided it among everyone. The one from Ma's family was the fattest, and its tiger-like head and cute appearance made it very endearing.

Wang Cuihua only has one dog at home, and she doesn't leash it; she lets it roam freely in the yard.

After spending a long time together, the dog became very close to Wang Cuihua, and no matter what she did, the dog would stay by her side.

As Zhao Jun and Ma Ling approached the Ma family's courtyard, the little black dog suddenly raised its head. Upon confirming that it was Ma Ling, the little black dog wagged its tail and ran towards the courtyard gate.

Upon seeing this, Wang Cuihua knew it was an acquaintance. At first, she thought it was her daughter-in-law bringing her eldest grandson, but then she heard Ma Ling's voice.

"My daughter is back." Wang Cuihua quickly got up, wiping her hands, which were covered in soapy water, on her clothes.

"Mom!" Zhao Jun and Ma Ling called out to Wang Cuihua in unison as they entered the courtyard. Seeing her son-in-law arrive, Wang Cuihua's smile widened even further.

During this season, all the windows in the house are open, and gauze is nailed to the window frames to keep out mosquitoes and flies.

The sound entered the room, and Ma Yang, who was lying on the kang (a heated brick bed) in the west room, rolled off the kang, slipped on his shoes, and went outside.

Zhao Jun is not only his brother-in-law now, but also his boss.

"Brother-in-law!" Ma Yang ran out of the house, his first words being, "Did you sell the clubs?"

Zhao Jun was taken aback by Ma Yang's question, then laughed and said, "No, it's not even close to being decided yet."

Ma Yang wanted to say something, but Wang Cuihua pushed him aside.

"Jun, come up to the roof." Wang Cuihua said, "After you're done, Mom will get you some water."

"Mom, I'm not going in. I'll just say a few words and then leave." Zhao Jun had been quite busy that afternoon. After sending out invitations to the Ma family, he had to buy sheep, and after that, he had to drive to Yongsheng Village to pick up Zhao Chun.

"Why are you in such a hurry?" Wang Cuihua asked. "What's the emergency?"

"Nothing urgent, Mom," Zhao Jun said with a smile. "Well, we had a pretty good trip, so Mom said she'd prepare a few dishes for us tonight to celebrate. She's inviting you, my brother, and my sister-in-law over for dinner."

"Oh dear," Wang Cuihua said with a smile, "it has to be my own mother, she always thinks of us."

Wang Cuihua acknowledged Wang Meilan's kindness, but then quickly changed the subject, saying, "We won't go over there, you guys eat."

Although the two families are related, the Ma family has not eaten at the Zhao family's house since Zhao Jun and Ma Ling got married.

Wang Cuihua is a person who cares about her reputation. It's impossible for her to agree immediately just because Zhao Jun said that. She has to show some courtesy.

But before Wang Cuihua could finish speaking and before Zhao Jun could say anything more, Ma Yang said, "Mom, my brother-in-law has come to call us, let's go."

"I..." Ma Yang's words made Wang Cuihua so angry that she almost cursed his mother. This child was too shallow.

Seeing the unfriendly look in Wang Cuihua's eyes, Ma Yang, still injured, shuddered and quickly explained, "Mom, I'm also part of my brother-in-law's Zhao family gang. I even did a great job hunting this time, how could I not go to the celebration banquet? Right?"

Ma Yang's words seemed to make a lot of sense, but Wang Cuihua glared at him fiercely, then smiled at Zhao Jun, thinking about how to smooth things over.

Just then, Ma Yang said to Zhao Jun, "Alright, brother-in-law, we'll go over there tonight after Dad and my older brother get off work. I'll tell my sister-in-law later, and you and my sister don't need to worry about her."

After saying this, Ma Yang felt he was quite sensible, but he didn't see his mother's twitching cheeks.

Sensing that something was wrong with Wang Cuihua, Ma Ling looked at Zhao Jun nervously. Zhao Jun quickly tried to smooth things over, saying to Wang Cuihua, "Mom, why don't you all go over there tonight? Let's all get together and have some fun."

Now that things had come to this, Wang Cuihua had nothing more to say. She immediately smiled and said, "Okay, Jun, we'll go over after your dad and the others get off work."

"Okay, Mom, I'll head back now." After saying that, Zhao Jun turned to Ma Ling and said, "Ling'er, help Mom wash the clothes here."

Ma Ling readily agreed and rolled up her sleeves to help Wang Cuihua wash clothes.

Wang Cuihua stopped Ma Ling, saying that she would wash the two pieces of clothing in a little while, and then told Ma Ling to go back with Zhao Jun.

Ma Ling thought that her mother-in-law was going to have a big banquet that night and there would be a lot of work to do, so she didn't insist on staying to help Wang Cuihua with the laundry.

Zhao Jun and Ma Ling walked out, and Wang Cuihua, along with Ma Yang and the little black dog, saw them off.

"Mom, we're going back now." Zhao Jun said this as they reached the door, asking Wang Cuihua to stay.

Wang Cuihua stopped and was about to reply when she heard Ma Yang say, "Brother-in-law, wait until tomorrow. I'll have Mom pick out a few good dishes, and then you and my sister can come here for dinner tonight."

He got beaten up as soon as he got back yesterday, and Ma Yang didn't even have a chance to tell Wang Cuihua that.

When he said this, Wang Cuihua, who was standing nearby, was completely stunned.

Ma Dafu and Wang Cuihua were not stingy people. In his previous life, Zhao Jun and his family of three often came to his father-in-law's house for meals, and his son was raised by Wang Cuihua.

In this life, Zhao Jun treated his father-in-law's family very well. Even before he married Ma Ling, Zhao Jun often sent gifts to the Ma family. Not long ago, he even helped Ma Yang make a lot of money, and Ma Dafu and Wang Cuihua remembered all of this.

Let alone preparing a few fancy dishes, Wang Cuihua would be happy to buy a pig tomorrow, slaughter it, and invite Zhao Jun over.

But you can't just say that, can you? This kid is acting like he's the head of the household?

Thinking of this, Wang Cuihua's gaze towards Ma Yang grew even more hostile. This kid hadn't even done anything wrong yet, and he was already thinking of kicking her and her father out to live in the small room. If he really became the head of the household, wouldn't he kick her and her father out?

Seeing Ma Yang grinning from ear to ear, Ma Ling frowned and said, "What are you saying, little brother? We can celebrate today, but we can't celebrate every day."

“Daughter.” Wang Cuihua then took over the conversation, saying, “Your little brother is right, you two will come back for dinner tomorrow night.”

"Forget it, Mom." Zhao Jun gave Ma Yang a strange look, then said to Wang Cuihua, "We're going up the mountain again tomorrow. We'll leave early and won't be back tonight."

"Going up the mountain again tomorrow?" Ma Yang's eyes lit up. "Brother-in-law, what are we going to do this time?"

"Us?" Zhao Jun was slightly taken aback and asked, "Little brother, you really aren't going to school anymore?"

“I’m not going.” Ma Yang straightened his neck and said, “I’ll do my own work. I’ll earn money to build a house and get married. I’m all grown up now, I can’t rely on my parents for everything.”

The child's words were quite pleasing to the ear, which made Wang Cuihua's expression soften slightly.

Wang Cuihua was at her wit's end with her youngest son. Beating him wouldn't work, and besides, she couldn't really kill him.

Anyway, his grades remained the same, and Wang Cuihua didn't expect him to go to school anymore. It was better for him to follow Zhao Jun than to wander around the village aimlessly on his own.

Seeing that Wang Cuihua had tacitly agreed, Zhao Jun naturally didn't say anything more. He could lead others to go hiking, so of course he could lead his brother-in-law as well.

After leaving the Ma family, Zhao Jun and Ma Ling headed south to buy sheep at Tunnantou.

As Zhao Jun walked, he heard voices coming from the alley entrance: "Which way is Wang Erxi's house?"

Upon hearing the name, Zhao Jun frowned slightly and strode towards the alley entrance.

As he walked, he heard a familiar voice say, "I don't know him, I don't recognize him, there's no one like him in our village."

Hearing this voice, Zhao Jun was speechless. He was also puzzled as to why, whenever a stranger came to the village asking for directions, they would always ask Zhang Laibao.
"Then... which way is Wang Meilan's house?" When Zhao Jun reached the alley, he saw an old man in his seventies and a woman with a handbag standing opposite Zhang Laibao.

At this moment, Zhang Laibao had his back to Zhao Jun. Hearing the old man ask about Zhao Jun's family, Zhang Laibao glanced at the two men.

The old man was bald, with a face full of age spots, sunken cheeks, and extremely thin. His clothes weren't very neat either, and his pants even had holes.

But what impressed people most about this old man were his eyes.

His eyes weren't big, but they were cunning. The woman next to him looked to be in her forties, unremarkable in appearance, and seemed rather timid.

Sensing that these two weren't very strong fighters, Zhang Laibao smiled and said, "I know Zhao Jun's family, you're coming this way..."

As Zhang Laibao spoke, he turned around and pointed, and there he saw Zhao Jun and his wife.

Upon seeing Zhao Jun, Zhang Laibao exclaimed "Ah!" and then wobbled as he ran home.

Seeing Zhang Laibao's ghost-like expression, the old man and woman instinctively looked at Zhao Jun.

"Ouch." The old man frowned and muttered after just one glance at Zhao Jun, "Those eyebrows, those eyes..."

At this point, the old man's eyes lit up, and he asked loudly, "Are you Zhao Jun?"

"Ah, I'm Zhao Jun." Zhao Jun responded, and then saw the old man walking quickly towards him.

Despite his thin and frail appearance, the old man walked very fast. When he reached Zhao Jun, he introduced himself directly, saying, "I am Wang Sanxi. According to your mother's lineage, you should call me Third Grandfather."