The whole mountain is my hunting ground.

Chapter 1914 A Seven-Grade Leaf, Priceless; The King of Clubs, Prosperous for Three Generations

When Zhao Jun offered sacrifices to the mountain, he would always inform the mountain god and the old leader, praying that the ginseng they carried would be complete in all five aspects.

Wild ginseng has five forms: reed, stem, body, pattern, and whiskers.

The bodies are further divided into six categories based on their shape, posture, skin color, and growth direction: spirit, clumsy, old, young, horizontal, and straight.

Of these six types, the spirit body and the horizontal body are of superior quality, and the horizontal spirit body, which is produced by the combination of the two, is the finest among wild ginseng.

There's an old saying among hikers: "A spirit body is priceless."

Among the transverse spirits, there is a transoceanic form.

The term "crossing the sea" refers to the fact that wild ginseng has two legs that are wide apart, one long and one short, resembling a straddling posture. Older generations of ginseng hunters say that its posture resembles crossing the sea, hence the name "crossing the sea."

At this moment, after crossing the sea, Zhao Jun instructed Ma Yang to search in the direction indicated by the sea.

Wang Qiang and the others stopped watching the spectacle and grabbed their sticks, joining Ma Yang in a game of baton-wielding.

The group searched all the way back and forth four times, but still couldn't find the seedling with the sixth-grade leaf.

"Brother!" Zhang Yuanmin squatted down next to Zhao Jun, who was carrying the lampstand, and whispered, "Do you think that large six-petal leaf can go dormant?"

Hearing Zhang Yuanmin's words, Zhao Jun blinked, thinking to himself that things might not be so simple.

If it's dormant, then there's no ginseng to be found.

"Hey Ma!" Wang Qiang called to Ma Yang, "Alright, let's make two round trips."

Wang Qiang's point is that if we could find it, we would have found it long ago.

The smooth sailing of the past few days had given Ma Yang a strange kind of obsession. Wang Qiang called to him, but Ma Yang heard him and didn't respond, continuing to silently poke at the blades of grass with his rope.

As an "enemy," Li Ruhai felt both unfamiliar with and uncomfortable with Ma Yang.

So Li Ruhai walked up to Ma Yang and said, "Ma Lao Er, how many times have we lain here? The grass knows you already, why are you still digging at it?"

Hearing Li Ruhai speak, Ma Yang replied without turning his head, "You've rummaged through this place, but I haven't."

"Huh?" Li Ruhai was taken aback upon hearing this, then shouted loudly, "No? What do you mean? You don't believe us?"

When Li Ruhai's words reached Wang Qiang, Zhang Yuanmin, and the others, they smiled faintly and said nothing. Having spent so much time together, they knew what kind of person Ma Yang was; the kid was straightforward and a bit reckless.

Out of respect for Ma Ling, no one will bother with him.

Ignoring Li Ruhai's questioning, Ma Yang continued searching for the palm-sized leaves of wild ginseng.

Ma Yang stopped in front of the three pine trees standing side by side.

When the Zhao family reached this spot, Ma Yang opened his eyes between the two trees in the middle and on the right and found the first seedling with four leaves.

At this moment, Ma Yang looked back at Zhao Jun, then stepped over the old spot where he had carried ginseng, turned around and passed through the gap between the trees on the left and in the middle.

Zhao Jun was the first to traverse this route. This guy is going to wade through this entire area by himself; it shows he doesn't trust anyone.

Ma Yang walked between the two trees and turned around to see a large pheasant wing under the pine tree on the left.

Ma Yang used a stick to stir the leaves, but due to his position, he stirred the side closest to him and the side facing Zhao Jun.

Finding only a few thin blades of grass under the leaves, Ma Yang retracted his rope, picked up his stick, and took a step, when suddenly he stopped.

Ma Yang turned around, stretched out his rope and used his stick to pry the leaf that the pheasant's wing was sticking to the tree.

As soon as the leaf rustled, Ma Yang's pupils contracted. At that moment, Ma Yang felt as if he had heard a bear roar or a tiger howl, his scalp tingling and his face turning as if electrified.

At this moment, Ma Yang felt completely lightheaded. He felt as if his brain hadn't given any instructions, but his arms and hands worked simultaneously to pull the rope and insert it into the pheasant's arm.

The instant Suo pushed the stick into the ground, Ma Yang regained control of his body and shouted, "Stick! Stick!"

Upon hearing Ma Yang's shout, the other members of the Zhao family gang stood up, even Zhao Jun, who was carrying the ginseng, stood up.

"What grade of leaf?" Zhao Jun asked, a hint of anticipation rising in his heart, hoping that Ma Yang would see a sixth-grade leaf.

To everyone's surprise, Zhao Jun finished speaking but did not hear Ma Yang shout again.

As everyone looked over, they saw Ma Yang pressing down on a large leaf of a wild ginseng, bending over and peering over as if to confirm the palm-sized leaf of the wild ginseng.

"Can't figure this out?" Li Ruhai muttered under his breath, but then he saw Ma Yang straighten up and shout at the top of his lungs, "Seventh-grade leaf!"

"What?" At this moment, all seven people, including Zhao Jun, were stunned!

Everyone was incredulous!
"What grade of leaf?" Zhao Jun responded again. At this moment, Zhao Jun was a little confused. He wondered if Ma Yang had called out the wrong name.

When Zhao Jun asked him that, Ma Yang turned around and looked again, then shouted loudly, "It's a seventh-grade leaf!"

Ma Yang's voice came like a thunderclap exploding above everyone's heads.

Zhao Jun strode towards Ma Yang, shouting as he ran, "How many seedlings?"

"They're everywhere!" Ma Yang shouted back, just as Zhao Jun was already close by.

Zhao Jun pressed down with his hand and stomped with his foot, knocking the pheasant's wing to the ground, revealing the jujube vine clinging to the tree.

"One, two, three... six, seven..." Zhao Jun counted, and sure enough, there were seven palm-sized leaves!

Seven-petaled leaf!
Another ginseng king!
"A seventh-grade leaf!" Zhao Jun turned around and shouted to Wang Qiang and the others, "The King of Clubs is priceless, enough to feed three generations!"

Upon seeing the seventh-grade leaf and hearing Zhao Jun's words, Wang Qiang, Zhang Yuanmin, and the others were extremely excited.

"Li Baoyu!" Zhao Jun shouted at Li Baoyu.

Zhao Jun and Li Baoyu spent two lifetimes together, and the number of times Zhao Jun addressed Li Baoyu by his full name was very few.

This was Zhao Jun's first time since his rebirth, and Li Baoyu seemed to understand Zhao Jun's thoughts, so he immediately stepped forward and loudly replied, "Here!"

"Take your guns and guard this club!" Zhao Jun ordered. Li Baoyu, who had a particular fondness for it, roared, "Don't worry, anyone who tries to touch this club will have to step over me first!"

After saying this, Li Baoyu picked up the rope and the stick and stood by the pine tree.

At this moment, Li Ruhai ran excitedly to the place where the others had been resting, retrieved the semi-automatic tree they had brought, and solemnly handed it to Li Baoyu.

Zhao Jun ignored the two brothers' gun-handing ceremony and turned to Zhang Yuanmin, saying, "Brother, hurry up! Lead the men to move the shack here!"

In the past few days, the Zhao family has been helping to carry ginseng with some having four or five leaves, but they've been carrying it very casually. If they haven't finished carrying it during the day, they'll cover it with a woven basket and then come back to carry it the next day, not caring whether anyone will come to cause trouble.

However, this seedling with seven leaves is different. Before it is fully unearthed, the Zhao family must guard it closely and not give outsiders any opportunity to take advantage of it.

"Yes!" Zhang Yuanmin responded, then hurriedly left with Wang Qiang, Xie Chen, Zhao Jinhui, and Li Ruhai.

At this point, only Zhao Jun, Li Baoyu, and Ma Yang remained in the hamlet.

Li Baoyu guarded Qipinye with a gun. After Zhao Jun used a club to lock Qipinye, he turned around and went to lift the lampstand.

Ma Yang, carrying a rope and a stick, went to the place where Wang Qiang and the others had been resting. He sat on a tree branch and took small sips of water from his military water bottle.

About ten minutes later, Xing San rushed over. The first thing he saw when he arrived was Li Baoyu, who was standing in front of the tree with his hands tightly gripping a steel gun.

Xing San looked down at the Seven-Grade Leaf and muttered, "Good, good!"

Then, Xing San looked up at Li Baoyu and said, "Young man, you go and dismantle the shacks with them. I'll watch over things here when you're done."

Upon hearing this, Li Baoyu pushed Xing Sanyi with both hands holding the gun, startling the old man.

"I don't care whether I use the gun or not," Xing San said, but he still took the gun.

However, Xing San did not stand guard in front of the tree like Li Baoyu did; instead, he picked up his gun and walked towards Zhao Jun.

But as he passed Ma Yang, Xing San suddenly heard the boy call out to him, "Third Uncle."

"Huh?" Xing San was taken aback, then heard Ma Yang say, "Give me a straw roll."

"Huh?" Xing Sanhua frowned, then asked, "Are you some kind of old immortal?"

"Huh?" Ma Yang was taken aback, and then Xing San continued, "You want a whole grass roll? I'll give you a whole grass roll! Remember this, in our rafting business, that's called a whole grass roll or a fire."

After saying this, Xing San glanced at Ma Yang and said, "What are you doing smoking, you little brat? Just stay quiet."

After saying that, Xing San walked towards Zhao Jun.

Watching the old man's departing figure, Ma Yang tried to speak several times, but ultimately didn't dare to say anything.

"Kid," Xing San said, his expression immediately changing as he approached Zhao Jun, "this time we're really in for a treat."

"Hmm..." Zhao Jun wanted to say that he hadn't expected it, but with the Seven-Rank Leaf not far away, Zhao Jun, who had never believed in metaphysics, restrained himself and said, "It's our destiny to have this wealth."

After saying this, Zhao Jun looked at Ma Yang, who was pouting not far away, and said, "My brother-in-law and I are really compatible."

Hearing Zhao Jun's words, Xing San glanced back at Ma Yang, then turned back to Zhao Jun and asked, "Was it Ma Erzi who opened your eyes again?"

"Hmm?" Zhao Jun pursed his lips and nodded. Xing San exclaimed in surprise, "This kid is really lucky!"

After saying that, Xing San turned around and walked towards Ma Yang, taking out a cigarette from his pocket as he walked. He said to Ma Yang, "Hey kid, here, have a Zhonghua cigarette."

Upon hearing this, Ma Yang was flattered and overwhelmed.

Taking the cigarette from Xing San, Ma Yang put it in his mouth, then took out a match from his pocket and lit it himself.

"Cough! Cough!" Ma Yang coughed twice after taking a deep drag on his first inhale, and then Xing San asked, "Do you know how to smoke?"

“I can, Uncle,” Ma Yang said. “I learned it before my sister got married.”

Upon hearing this, Xing San's lips twitched, and he whispered, "You're quite thoughtful."

"Huh?" Ma Yang didn't hear clearly, but when he asked again, Xing San stopped talking.

An hour later, Zhao Jun carried the lampstand out.

This cross-sea lighthouse is of top quality and will definitely fetch a high price.

The ginseng was carried out, and Zhao Jun wanted to call someone to bring him moss and pine bark, but when he looked up, he found that Xing San and Ma Yang were both asleep against the tree.

Xing Sanshui also slept against the pine tree next to the Seven-Leaf Tree, with a gun across his leg and the bayonet of his Type 56 semi-automatic rifle deflected by him.

I believe that as long as someone gets close, Xing San will definitely wake up and protect the Seven-Rank Leaf.

Zhao Jun walked to Ma Yang's side. Wang Qiang and the others had rested here before, and the moss and pine bark they had prepared in advance were also placed here.

Zhao Jun came over and packed the ginseng, but Ma Yang was still asleep.

This kid has done a great service, a very great one. Not to mention this afternoon, even until we came down the mountain, as long as Ma Yang didn't take the initiative, the Zhao family gang didn't send anyone to tell him to do any work.

Zhao Jun didn't wake Ma Yang and walked towards the shack on his own.

When Zhao Jun left, he deliberately walked lightly, but when he got within twenty meters of Xing San, the old mountain dog straightened its neck and raised its head, waking up.

Upon waking up, Xing San didn't get up; instead, he grabbed the semi-automatic motorcycle from his leg.

Upon seeing that it was Zhao Jun, Xing San lowered his gun and asked, "Kid, where are you going?"

"I'm fine. I've finished carrying that club. I'll go over and give them a hand." Just as Zhao Jun finished speaking, he heard two familiar dog barks.

It was Li Ruhai who came over with Erhei and Bailong. Upon hearing Zhao Jun's voice, Bailong barked twice and then pulled on the rope, dragging Li Ruhai all the way over.

When Bailong arrived in front of Zhao Jun, he became obedient. Zhao Jun tied Bailong and Erhei to a pine tree about ten meters away from Qipinye, and then took Li Ruhai back to the shack to help.

When the two of them arrived, Zhang Yuanmin and the others had already dismantled the shack.

The tarpaulins, frying sticks, and frying boards were all sorted together, and the group's luggage and personal belongings were piled up on the open ground.

Next, we used a small cart to transport it over there.

They were lucky, but there was no road leading downhill to Anzi, so they had to carry it by hand.

And so, it took the Zhao family until after 7 p.m. to finally rebuild their shack by the embankment.

The door of the new shed was only two and a half meters away from the Seven-Grade Leaf. With the Zhao family gang's influence and firepower in the area, no one could take this Seven-Grade Leaf seedling away from them.

After settling in, Zhao Jun and his nine men began to eat. Xing San steamed rice for dinner, and the dishes consisted of salted goose eggs, canned fish, and vegetables with dipping sauce.

After eating and drinking their fill, Zhao Jun and Wang Qiang rolled up their cotton-padded jackets and trousers with mattresses, put them on their backs, picked up their Type 56 semi-automatic rifles, and hurriedly headed towards the watchtower.

The two climbed to the watchtower. It was already dark. Zhao Jun and Wang Qiang spread out their mattresses, put on their cotton-padded clothes, and then crouched down there with their guns.

They were busy all day, and the uncle and nephew fell asleep shortly after lying down.

Although Zhao Jun and Wang Qiang didn't snore as loudly as Zhao Jinhui, they both snored softly. Fortunately, it was windy tonight, and the mountain wind made the snoring less noticeable as it mingled with the howling wind and rustling branches.

In this environment, the two of them were able to fall asleep because they were truly exhausted.

But he could never sleep soundly, even when Zhao Jun and Wang Qiang tucked their heads into their cotton-padded coats.

But when people are sleepy, they can only doze off for a short while before they can't feel energetic again.

And so, Zhao Jun and his nephew Wang Qiang would wake up after sleeping for a few minutes, then drift back to sleep in a daze, tossing and turning until they were very uncomfortable.

"Nephew, what time is it?" The uncle and nephew woke up at the same time, and Wang Qiang asked Zhao Jun the time in a daze.

Zhao Jun took the flashlight, tucked it and his hands into his cotton-padded coat, and then turned on the flashlight to check the time.

After glancing at it, Zhao Jun turned off the flashlight, held it next to Wang Qiang's head, and said, "It's eleven o'clock, Uncle."

"It's already eleven o'clock?" Wang Qiang said in a low voice, "Is it even possible to have anything else tonight?"

"They should be able to come," Zhao Jun said. "With this strong wind blowing the smell out, even a bear could find it from ten miles away."

After saying that, Zhao Jun said to Wang Qiang, "Alright, Uncle, whether we go up the Black Bear today or not, this is our last day. We don't want to suffer like this tomorrow."

Wang Qiang's silence meant he wasn't objecting; staying up there late at night was just torture.

And so, the uncle and nephew stayed up until 2 a.m., just when they couldn't stay awake any longer, a "crackling" sound came into their ears on the wind.

"Hmm?" Hearing this noise, Zhao Jun and Wang Qiang immediately perked up. The uncle and nephew pricked up their ears to listen carefully, and there were also humming sounds in the squeaking.

"Hey, the Black Bears are here!" Upon hearing this, Zhao Jun lightly raised his hand, slowly felt for the gun, and after gripping the semi-automatic, gently and slowly pushed it forward.

After moving the gun to his side, Zhao Jun nudged Wang Qiang with his elbow, giving him a signal.

At this moment, Wang Qiang silently counted in his mind. When he counted to ten, Zhao Jun had already steadied his gun.

When Wang Qiang counted to twenty, he suddenly turned on his flashlight. A beam of light shone forward, and he could vaguely see a dark thing rising up!
At this moment, a large black bear weighing 270 or 280 pounds stood up from the deer carcass, its small eyes filled with panic at the sudden flashlight beam.