The whole mountain is my hunting ground.

Chapter 1915 Sixth Rank Appears, Seventh Rank Transmission: The Legendary Wild Ginseng!
"Oh!"

The flashlight shone on the left, and the gun fired on the right.

The startled black bear, which had just gotten up, collapsed to the ground.

Its tenacious vitality helped the black bear withstand the bullet that missed its vital organs.

The black bear, lying on its back, kicked off with all four legs and flipped itself up.

"Bang! Bang!" Two shots rang out, and the black bear plunged forward into the cold stone. It still had a breath left, and tried to get up by bracing itself with its four paws, but it was too weak and finally collapsed in the stone pond.

"Let's go!" Zhao Jun stood up, picked up his gun, and went down the ladder. Wang Qiang followed closely behind, holding a gun in one hand and a flashlight in the other.

After descending from the lookout tower, Zhao Jun held his rifle in front of him with both hands, while Wang Qiang deliberately lagged behind him by seventeen or eighteen meters.

When Zhao Jun was about ten meters away from the black bear, he could see that the bear's body was still twitching in the dim light of his flashlight.

"Bang!" Zhao Jun fired a shot directly at the bear's rear end. The black bear's body trembled slightly, but the movement was not significant.

"Bang!" Just to be on the safe side, Zhao Jun fired another shot.

Seeing that the black bear had stopped moving completely, Zhao Jun then circled around to the front of the bear's head from the side.

At this moment, Wang Qiang quickly caught up and held up a flashlight to illuminate Zhao Jun's path.

After getting a clear look at the bear's head, Zhao Jun fired another shot, smashing the bear's head to pieces.

After ensuring everything was in order, the uncle and nephew turned off the safety on their guns and slung them over their shoulders. Wang Qiang placed his flashlight aside and shone it on the bear carcass. Then he and Zhao Jun turned the bear over so that its belly was facing up.

"Oh my god, what are you doing, nephew?" While flipping the bear, Wang Qiang scolded Zhao Jun, "You've smashed its belly to pieces."

“We don’t need any of that,” Zhao Jun said. “We still have a jar and a half of bear oil at home. Besides the gallbladder, all we need are four legs and four paws.”

After saying that, Zhao Jun immediately added, "The rest can still be thrown here to feed the swarms!"

"Okay!" Hearing Zhao Jun's words, Wang Qiang nodded with a smile and said, "Is that how it's going to be? We'll have to bring Black Bear again tomorrow."

Earlier on the lookout tower, the uncle and nephew had said they would never come back. But after killing the black bear, they completely forgot what they had said.

The hunt was so successful that a single bear gallbladder brought in a fortune.

After the price of bear bile surged last year, a single bear bile of similar quality could be equivalent to Zhao Youcai's annual salary!
So what if it's a little hard work? Most people wouldn't even get to experience this kind of hard work.
"Uncle, tear a piece of cloth off your vest." When Zhao Jun was gutting the bear, he realized he hadn't brought the small cloth bag containing the bear bile, so he asked Wang Qiang to tear a piece of cloth off his vest.

Wang Qiang did as instructed, tearing off his vest and stuffing the bear bile that Zhao Jun had extracted into his pocket.

Then, the uncle and nephew began to dismember the bear's legs. After severing all four legs, including the paws, along the hip joints, they dragged them to the riverbank and submerged them in the water. They weighed them down with stones to prevent them from being washed away.

After doing all this, Zhao Jun and Wang Qiang carried their guns and returned to their shack.

After sleeping for a little over an hour back in the shack, Zhao Jun got up again.

Everyone knew Zhao Jun had worked hard and urged him to get some more sleep, but Zhao Jun refused.

Today, the Zhao family gang is going to promote Miao Qipinye, as the saying goes, "Sixth rank is seen, seventh rank is passed down, eighth and ninth rank are immortals."

Seven-grade wild ginseng generally only exists in legends, and this treasure is over three hundred years old.

In the scattered news Zhao Jun heard in his previous life, such wild ginseng was always mentioned as a museum collection or a high-priced auction item.

Just as Zhao Jun said yesterday, "It's priceless, enough to feed three generations," so Zhao Jun had to be present in person to carry such a treasure.

It's true that youth is a good thing; Zhao Jun felt refreshed after washing his face by the river.

Several people fished out the bear leg, put it into a sack, and carried it back to the shack.

When they returned to the shack, Xing San had already boiled water and finished dipping the bear bile in it.

Zhao Jun hung the bear gallbladder in the shack, while Wang Qiang, Zhao Jinhui, Li Baoyu, and Xie Chen each carried a bear leg toward the jeep.

Upon arrival, they stuffed the bear leg into the car, and Zhao Jinhui drove with Wang Qiang in the passenger seat, heading down the mountain back to Yong'an to deliver the meat. Li Baoyu and Xie Chen returned to the hut to report to Zhao Jun.

With two people gone, the Zhao family gang had seven members left. After they had eaten and drunk their fill, Xing San took over the tasks of washing dishes and feeding the dogs, while Zhao Jun led the others out to carry ginseng.

Upon arriving at the location and taking a look at the seven-grade leaves, Zhao Jun and his companions immediately felt great and extremely happy.

"Tsk!" Zhao Jun smacked his lips and said to Zhang Yuanmin beside him with a smile, "Brother, you know I remember it clearly. That day I came from between these two trees and I even touched the pheasant's arm. You know what, I didn't see this club."

Zhao Jun said this to express the older generation's view that "only the fortunate can see a stick."

Before Zhao Jun could finish speaking and Zhang Yuanmin could even reply, Ma Yang laughed and said, "Brother-in-law, that's why you have to be careful in everything you do..."

"How dare you!" A sharp shout interrupted Ma Yang, who was momentarily stunned before Li Ruhai shoved him and made him stumble.

At this moment, Li Ruhai stood between Ma Yang and Zhao Jun, raised his hand and pointed at Ma Yang, shouting: "Ma Lao Er, who are you talking to? Have you grown wings?"

Ma Yang was taken aback, and then saw Li Ruhai turn around and say to Zhao Jun, "Brother, this kid dares to offend you!"

"I didn't!" Ma Yang shouted, stepping forward and pushing Li Ruhai aside, saying, "Don't try to poison my mind."

After finishing speaking about Li Ruhai, Ma Yang quickly said to Zhao Jun, "Brother-in-law, I didn't say anything."

"Alright, alright," Zhao Jun waved his hand and said, "I'm going to carry the ginseng now, you two stop arguing here."

Upon hearing Zhao Jun's words, Li Ruhai chuckled and withdrew, while Ma Yang glared fiercely at Li Ruhai.

After dismissing Li Ruhai and Ma Yang, Zhao Jun turned his attention to Miao Qipinye.

"Hey?" Suddenly, Zhao Jun remembered something and hurriedly turned to Li Baoyu and said, "Baoyu, get the camera."

"Hey!" Upon hearing this, Li Baoyu strode towards the shack.

Less than a minute later, Li Baoyu returned and handed the camera to Zhao Jun.

Zhao Jun took two photos of the Seven-Petal Leaf with his camera.

"Brother-in-law," Ma Yang said to Zhao Jun, "can you take a picture of me with this idiot?"

“Okay!” Zhao Jun agreed readily. Then he saw Ma Yang go over, squat down next to the Seven-Petal Leaf, and hold the palm of the Seven-Petal Leaf with his left hand.

Zhao Jun pressed the shutter, and at that moment, Ma Yang grinned broadly, looking incredibly happy.

Ma Yang took a picture, and Li Ruhai wanted to take one too. The Zhao family gang didn't care about the film, so Zhao Jun immediately waved his hand and even called out Xing San, who was washing dishes in the shack. Everyone took two pictures.

After taking the photo, Zhao Jun took out a deer antler spoon and small scissors, and then knelt down in front of the seven-leaf ginseng to begin lifting it.

Using a deer antler spoon to dig through the soil, large, neatly arranged reed bowls were revealed.

Push the antler-shaped spoon down further, and a densely packed array of flower-shaped reeds appears before your eyes.

At this moment, Zhang Yuanmin, who was standing behind Zhao Jun, stared intently at the ginseng root head, silently counting the number of root bowls and calculating the age of the ginseng in his mind.

The horse teeth pattern was very clear, so it was easy to count.

But when they got to the piled-up reed bowls, Zhang Yuanmin and the others were dumbfounded. The bowls were piled up so densely that some adjacent bowls had merged together.

This is caused by the ginseng being too old. Zhang Yuanmin and his companions had never seen this before, let alone before. They had been in Fusong for so long, and they had never even heard of such a situation.

Zhang Yuanmin looked at Li Baoyu, Li Baoyu looked at Xie Chen, Xie Chen looked at Li Ruhai, and Li Ruhai blinked. Although they couldn't count the number of ginseng roots, they could all tell that this ginseng was exceptionally old.

Because just these horse-tooth-shaped and piled-flower-shaped luo alone add up to more than eight fingers, which is close to ten centimeters.

On the pile of reeds, there are two jujube pits, one on the left and one on the right, hanging down in pairs.

Zhao Jun kept using the antler-shaped spatula in his hand, prying away the soft, humus-rich black soil.

At this moment, the antler key was blocked by the tree roots. Zhao Jun picked up a small pair of scissors, cut off the tree roots, grabbed the broken roots with his hand, pulled hard, and threw them aside.

As Zhao Jun pulled, some soil slid down, revealing a section of round reed.

Zhang Yuanmin and the others were getting anxious, but the ginseng was growing under a tree with very dense roots.

Moreover, the position is also limited. Zhang Yuanmin and the others can spare someone to help Zhao Jun trim the tree roots, but with someone crowding around him, Zhao Jun is not comfortable working.

Therefore, Zhao Jun used small scissors to cut and pull out three tree roots in succession before using a deer antler spatula to remove the soil.

The deer antlers moved, and a smooth, jade-like round reed appeared before everyone's eyes.

The so-called round reed is one where the reed bowl has been completely worn away, leaving only fine, dense ring-shaped ridges.

Under the watchful eyes of Zhang Yuanmin and the others, Zhao Jun continued to dig. Instead of using the deer antler spoon to remove the two jujube pits, he focused his efforts on the rhizome.

Zhao Jun knew that the stems of this kind of old ginseng would not curl up or float; they were definitely heading towards the main root.

As the deer antler spoon is turned, round reeds and tendrils appear.

But even after the ten-centimeter-long round stem emerges, we still haven't seen the ginseng body.

At this point, the round reed, along with the stacked flower reed and the horse tooth reed, was already twenty centimeters long. Not to mention the other members of the Zhao family gang, even Zhao Jun had only heard of such a treasure in his previous life when he heard the old leader tell stories about it!
Zhao Jun shook his hand, put down the antler spoon, picked up the small scissors, and cut off the two tree roots.

He put down the shears, picked up the antler shovel, and continued digging. Continuing downwards, to everyone's astonishment, a nearly thirty-centimeter-long rhizome appeared before them.

This ginseng root has a long, thin, and distinctly curved head, resembling the neck of a wild goose, hence the name "Goose Neck Ginseng".

The rhizome grows like this because it is obstructed by the tree roots.

But what was important at this moment was not what the rhizome looked like, but that the nearly 30-centimeter-long rhizome shocked everyone present, including Zhao Jun.

After the initial shock came overwhelming joy; even someone unfamiliar with such matters would recognize it as a treasure!
If it's a treasure, then it's a fortune!

Zhao Jun took the camera and took several photos of the ginseng root, then calmed himself down and continued to dig and lift the ginseng.

Below the reed is the body, which is short and lying horizontally with rounded, bulging shoulders. The iron-like lines on the body are extremely dense, fine, and deep, as if they were drawn with fine iron wire.

They always carry ginseng on their knees. This isn't superstition; it's just that kneeling makes it easier to bend over and exert force.

At this moment, Zhao Jun's face was almost touching the ginseng body. He looked closely and found that the densest, finest, and deepest patterns on the ginseng body were on its shoulder.

In that instant, Zhao Jun recalled that Shen Qiushan, who came from a family with a long tradition of learning, had mentioned in his previous life that very old wild ginseng would have iron shoulder patterns, a characteristic that could only be formed by being pressed into the ground for hundreds of years.

Zhao Jun pushed the soil down and saw that Can had split its legs, and it looked like it was stretching out at a large angle to the sides.

Another cross-sea convoy!

Zhao Jun's lips trembled slightly with excitement. Wild ginseng of this caliber had a higher probability of being lumpy. Like the ginseng king from Jilin Provincial Government, and the one the Zhao family had brought out a few days ago—both were lumpy.

There are also transoceanic bodies, but they are few, extremely few, existing only in legends!
Zhao Jun straightened up, calmed himself down, and gave his arms and hands a short rest.

Then, Zhao Jun used a deer antler spoon to dig into the soil, revealing the ginseng king's leg stretched to the left.

Although it is over a hundred years old, the legs are not thick; they are thin and curved, and look strong and powerful.

The legs also had fine, dense, and deep iron-like markings, which Zhao Jun slowly traced along the legs.

This leg is also seventeen or eighteen centimeters long, crooked, with old, dark skin, and not only is there iron wire pattern all over the leg, but it also extends all the way to the beard.

At this point, the ginseng roots, bark, and tree roots were all mixed in with the soil, making it much more difficult for Zhao's army to carry the ginseng.

Zhao Jun was completely focused, not daring to have a single distracting thought. His movements were light and gentle, and he dared not rush at all.

Half an hour has passed, and the leg still hasn't been completely cleaned.

It has been one hour and twenty minutes since it started.

Although it wasn't very hot in the morning, Zhao Jun had been working intently for half a day, and when he looked down again, beads of sweat were dripping from his forehead.

Zhao Jun put down the deer antler key, then raised his hand to the side.

Zhang Yuanmin, Li Baoyu, Xie Chen, and Ma Yang, who were watching Zhao Jun carry the ginseng, were all stunned. Then, Li Ruhai appeared beside Zhao Jun, took Zhao Jun's raised arm with both hands, and said with his head down, "Brother, you've worked hard."

Seeing this, Zhang Yuanmin and Li Baoyu rushed over, one supporting Zhao Jun's left arm and the other his lower back. By the time Xie Chen and Ma Yang reacted, it was too late.

"Brother Jun, go and rest for a bit." Xie Chen could only say this one caring sentence, while Ma Yang said, "Um... Brother-in-law, have some water."

As soon as Ma Yang finished speaking, Li Ruhai shouted at him, "What's the use of just talking? Go get some water!"

"Yes!" Ma Yang responded and turned to run into the shack. At this moment, he was both shocked by the wildness and physique of the ginseng king and infected by Zhao Jun's focused attention as he carried the ginseng. He couldn't care less about competing with Li Ruhai.

Several people helped Zhao Jun sit down on a small stool. Ma Yang brought over a bowl of water, blowing on it as he walked.

"Brother-in-law, you drink this." Ma Yang handed the bowl to Zhao Jun and said, "It's hot water, not too hot."

Zhao Jun picked up the bowl; the water was a bit hot, and he couldn't drink it all at once.

Zhao Jun drank all the water in the bowl in five gulps, and the more he drank, the warmer he felt.

Zhao Jun raised his hand, and Li Ruhai took the bowl and then put it into Ma Yang's hand.

Then, Li Ruhai took three pheasant wing leaves, stacked them together, and used them to make a simple fan to fan Zhao Jun.

Zhao Jun glanced at Li Ruhai with satisfaction. Li Ruhai smiled at Zhao Jun and fanned him even more vigorously.

"Brother," Zhao Jun said to Zhang Yuanmin, "You carry it, I'll rest for a while after you're done."

“Brother…” Zhang Yuanmin said to Zhao Jun hesitantly, “I’m afraid I’ll damage this precious item.”

After saying this, Zhang Yuanmin added, "They even broke those fourth-grade leaves that day while carrying them."

“It’s alright, brother,” Zhao Jun said. “These days, ginseng doesn’t come with so much watery residue. You can carry it.”

Hearing Zhao Jun say this, Zhang Yuanmin looked distressed and said, "I think I'd better give up, brother. If we break this, we'll lose a lot of money."

“That’s right, brother.” After Zhang Yuanmin finished speaking, Li Baoyu chimed in, “You’d better work hard and carry it slowly. We’re not in a hurry. We’ll settle the matter when we’re done carrying it.”

Seeing that Xie Chen, Li Ruhai, and Ma Yang beside him all nodded, Zhao Jun sighed and said, "Alright, I'll rest for a while."

"Brother-in-law, wait a moment, let me get a towel to wipe your sweat." At this moment, Ma Yang seemed to have learned something from Li Ruhai, and turned around and ran back to the shack.

When Ma Yang came out, Li Ruhai asked Zhao Jun, "Brother, what about this ginseng king...?"

At this point, Li Ruhai stopped talking and instead raised his free hand in front of Zhao Jun, then rubbed his thumb against the pads of his index and middle fingers in a gesture as if counting money.

"This one?" Zhao Jun glanced at the pine tree and said, "This one is even more..."

There are rules for hunting in the mountains; it's not proper to discuss their value in front of the hunters.

But once Zhao Jun got to this point, the Zhao family gang members all understood.

This seven-leaf ginseng is more expensive than that triple-leaf ginseng king!
I remembered that Zhao Jun once said that the triplet ginseng king could guarantee that everyone in the Zhao family would be able to spend money while lying down in their next life.

How much can this seven-leaf seedling sell for today? This question instantly lingered in everyone's mind!