Fishing and Hunting 82, Starting with Three Sisters Who Overprotect Their Brothers

Chapter 116 Offering

Zhang Wenshan grew up in an orphanage in his previous life and was used to being alone and handling everything on his own.

He had never experienced what it felt like to come home late and have someone anxiously looking for him, and for a moment he was at a loss.

Just as he was lost in thought...

Two beams of light swayed up from the bottom of the slope, getting closer and closer; it was the eldest sister and her husband.

Zhang Fengxia rushed over in two strides, touching him all over, repeatedly saying, "It's good that you're alright, it's good that you're alright."

As soon as she finished speaking, she raised her hand and slapped Zhang Wenshan's arm, not too hard, not too soft.

Zhang Wenshan was caught off guard and was completely stunned.

"What are you glaring at me for? Hitting you would be too lenient. How late are you coming down the mountain? What if something bad happens to you?!"

Zhang Fengxia scolded him irritably, and as she spoke, tears began to fall from her eyes.

Brother-in-law Zhao Hongwei quickly stepped forward to hug his wife and comfort her, and even gestured with a dark expression, which was rare for him.

"No, nothing's wrong."

"I... I didn't notice it got dark."

Zhang Wenshan scratched his head. His usually eloquent mouth seemed locked up at this moment, and he became somewhat incoherent.

It was clear that there was no effect.

He could only turn to his father for help.

"Alright, we'll talk about it when we get back." Zhang Jianshe glared at his son and headed down the mountain.

The four returned to the village under the cover of night.

Zhang Jianshe suddenly spoke up: "Turn off the stun gun."

Zhao Hongwei was taken aback, and subconsciously looked at his brother-in-law's basket, and quickly did as he was told.

Zhang Fengxia asked curiously, "Why? Is there any light—?"

"Enough with the nonsense, shut it down."

"oh."

Zhang Fengxia shrank back and pressed the switch on the stun gun.

Soon, I got home.

The courtyard gate was wide open, and my little nephew Zhao Qiang was running around wildly, having a great time.

Xu Xiulian and her third sister watched the child absentmindedly, their eyes occasionally glancing towards the door, peering expectantly.

"Uncle."

Zhao Qiang, with his sharp eyes, spotted the figure in the darkness immediately and charged forward like a cannonball with his short legs.

"Father, Mother, Grandpa!"

Xu Xiulian suddenly stood up, her eyes showing joy, and rushed to the door, but then she put on a stern face again.

"So you finally decided to come back?"

"Mom, I'm perfectly fine, aren't I?" Zhang Wenshan pleaded. "I just didn't pay attention to the time, nothing's wrong."

As he spoke, he spun around in place and then deliberately jumped around a couple of times.

Unfortunately, it had no effect. Xu Xiulian persisted, saying, "It will be too late if something really happens—"

"Let's go inside and talk," Zhang Jianshe suddenly said, interrupting the spellcasting.

Xu Xiulian glared, about to say something, but seeing her husband walk straight inside, she didn't dare to stop him anymore.

The group arrived at the east room.

The food was laid out upside down in bowls on the table; clearly, the whole family was waiting for him.

Zhang Wenshan glanced at it and felt a warm feeling in his heart; no one had ever felt this way in his past life.

"Look."

He went to the edge of the kang (a heated brick bed), reached into his pocket, took out a small bag of bark, and carefully placed it on the kang table.

Instantly, all the family's eyes turned to him.

"What is this?" asked Zhang Fengxia, the eldest sister, curiously.

"Ginseng buns?" Xu Xiulian exclaimed in surprise.

"Where are the steamed buns?" The little nephew, Zhao Qiang, darted to the side, looking hesitantly at the tree bark under the oil lamp. "Uncle, are these steamed buns tasty?"

The child's innocent words eased the tense atmosphere.

"It's not for eating." Xu Xiulian hugged her little grandson back.

Zhang Wenshan laughed and said, "But you can exchange it for money and buy a lot of steamed buns."

As soon as he finished speaking, Zhao Qiang's dim eyes immediately lit up again.

"Don't tell anyone, understand?"

Zhang Fengxia realized what was happening and quickly glared at her son, issuing a stern warning.

She then looked at her younger brother, hesitated, and asked in a slightly trembling voice, "Is it really that thing?"

Yesterday, my younger brother said he wanted to go and see the place our master left behind, but she didn't take it seriously at all.

She was tired of hearing the name "wild ginseng," but in the whole village, who had actually dug it up from the mountain?

Xu Xiulian and Zhang Jianshe were also surprised and suspicious, and curiously stepped forward to take a closer look.

They had met before.

Ten or twenty years ago, the mountain grazing teams and sideline production teams were doing very well, and the villagers even received money from them.

After those people left, the villagers and even the brigade organized a search of the mountain, but they never saw a single ginseng root again.

Later, some dealers did come to buy them, offering incredibly high prices, but I never heard of anyone actually selling them.

"Yes."

Zhang Wenshan nodded and reached out to unwrap the bark from the ginseng package.

As soon as a few whiskers appeared, Zhang Jianshe's expression changed drastically. He hurriedly spoke, his voice trembling, "Don't move! Don't let the medicine run its course!"

He had seen old ginseng when he was young, and he could tell at a glance that the rootlets were genuine.

"It's alright, we'll air dry it later." Zhang Wenshan smiled and continued opening the package. "Lucky me, four leaves."

As he moved, the wild ginseng revealed its true form.

On its yellowish-brown body, there are deep lines entwined around it, and the roots are thin and long, clearly defined, with pearl-like bumps at the tips.

The four green leaves at the top are neatly arranged, exuding an indescribable charm.

The room instantly became so quiet you could hear a pin drop.

The whole family crowded around, several heads huddled together, not minding the stuffiness, their eyes wide open.

"This is wild ginseng?" Zhang Fengxia squinted. "It looks much better than the ginseng the supply and marketing cooperative uses for making medicinal liquor."

"Nonsense, how can garden ginseng compare to four-leaf ginseng?" Zhang Jianshe said irritably. "Even a single root of this stuff is more valuable than the stuff the supply and marketing cooperative uses to make liquor."

He slowly explained the differences.

The others listened intently, their eyes widening as they listened.

The wild ginseng my brother brought back isn't just valuable, it's extremely valuable.

Xu Xiulian also came to her senses and looked at her son: "Did your master also teach you this ginseng digging skill?"

She had worked for the ginseng-catching team back then, and she could tell at a glance that her son's ginseng wrappings were extremely well-made.

The bark was wrapped with soft bark, the stems and leaves were intact, and the technique was skillful, no less than that of the old master craftsman.

"Mm." Zhang Wenshan nodded.

"What's your master's name? How about we set up a memorial tablet for him?"

Xu Xiulian looked at her husband.

They gave us too much.

Putting aside his previous fishing and hunting skills, the kindness he showed me in guiding me through the wild ginseng harvest is something I can never repay in this lifetime.

"I think it's a good idea." Zhang Fengxia immediately raised her hand in agreement. "This thing used to cost several tens of yuan, but now it's worth at least one or two hundred."

She picked out two words from her father's words.

valuable.

"It won't have a good impact," Zhang Wenhui, the third sister, reminded her. "We need to find a discreet place."

Zhang Wenshan blinked, speechless for a moment, as things took an unexpected turn.

Seeing that the mother and her two children were really going to discuss this seriously, he quickly said, "Master told me not to be particular about those things, and I'm not even allowed to mention their names. He said there are some rules."

Ordinary persuasion may not be effective, but once it involves "the master's dying wish," it's a different story.

Having been here for so long, Zhang Wenshan has already figured out the knack of communicating with his family.