Accidentally born in the ’60s

    In the Northeast, the older generation of ginseng diggers have a lot of attention, like the professional ginseng digger, they must first pay homage to the mountain gods, and also tie a red rope with a big money to Solo On a stick, one end is tied to ginseng.

    Old Li's family is not a special ginseng digger, and there is no so-called Solo stick. The branches in his hand can be replaced, but the red rope is big money and various ginseng digging tools. All were not ready, so Mrs. Li drew a boxy frame around the ginseng leaves with a branch, and then found four sticks and inserted them into the four corners, and stood there dumbfounded.

    Zhen Zhen looked at Mrs. Li's strange behavior in confusion, Wang Sufen was also a little confused: "Mother, what are you doing?"

    Ms. Li looked a little worried at the ginseng leaves: "I used to go up the mountain to pick ginseng with your father-in-law when I was young, but that's a lot more old. There is no red rope tied, what if I dig ginseng and run away?"

    Wang Sufen has heard the legend about ginseng since she was a child, at least the story of this ginseng turning into a doll wearing a red apron is a big one, and in the Northeast, digging ginseng must be tied to a red thread. It has become common sense for women and children. She also panicked when she thought of this. She groped for her pocket, but couldn't find anything. She could only look at Mrs. Li at a loss: "How about I go home and get the red thread?"

    Zhen Zhen stood beside her with a speechless expression. She originally wanted Mrs. Li and Wang Sufen to dig out the ginseng by themselves, so that they could spend some time and increase their sense of achievement. The ginseng you get is so complicated. Zhen Zhen looked at Mrs. Li's posture, she still didn't seem to dare to dig ginseng just like that, she could only use her consciousness to hold it under the ginseng.

    Wang Sufen was worried about ginseng and didn't know what to do, when she suddenly saw the leaves of ginseng move, and the ginseng in the ground came out slowly, which scared her. Wang Sufen turned around and hugged Zhen Zhen in her arms to protect her, and pointed at the ginseng leaves and trembled: "Mother, take a look, the ginseng climbed out and was about to run away."

    Mr. Li was furious with this stupid daughter-in-law from time to time, she hurried over to cover Wang Sufen's mouth, and twisted her waist again, Wang Sufen recovered. Come. She looked around, closed her mouth and listened quietly. Seeing that no one was coming, she wiped the sweat from her forehead with a guilty conscience. Mrs. Li has experienced a lot in her life, and her head is turning fast. She has a granddaughter who is capable of her own. She doesn't believe that ginseng can run under your nose.

    As the ginseng emerged, most of the whole ginseng had come out, and a whisker was trying to move out. This ginseng whisker can be said to be the most delicate part of the ginseng body, and it is particularly easy to break. Professional ginseng pickers use deer bone needles to peel them off with soil and carefully take them out. Mrs. Li didn't have these things on hand, which was why she didn't dare to dig ginseng.

      Not a single one.

    "Mother!" Wang Sufen stared at the ginseng on the ground and her tongue knotted in a knot: "Why do I see this ginseng growing like a human being, won't it become sperm?"

    "How can it be so easy to become a sperm." Mrs. Li raised her head and glanced at her, carefully picked up the ginseng with her fingers and let it go, and her face suddenly showed joy: "This ginseng But it’s not light, even if it’s not enough for a pound, it’s not much different.”

    As the saying goes, "seven liang is a ginseng, and eight liang is a treasure", the ginseng made by Zhen Zhen is a pound small, and it can be said to be a treasure. Looking at it, there are six main whiskers, and the longest must be fifty centimeters, which is really rare. The thing is a good thing, but how to take it home, Wang Sufen was a little worried: "The beard is so long and can't be broken, how can we take it back? If the beard is broken, how can it be fixed?"

    Ms. Li has experience with this. She found a shovel from the wicker basket she brought, and a sturdy birch from the side, and carefully peeled it from the top Large pieces of bark to lay on the ground. She first spread a thick layer of moss and black soil next to the ginseng, and then called Wang Sufen. The two of them held the head and the whiskers, carefully placed the ginseng on the bark, and found some long and tough ones. The straw was bundled, and the ginseng was tightly wrapped so that it was not exposed at all, and then it was safely placed in the wicker basket.

    Zhen Zhen saw that Mrs. Li had finished packing, so she threw the last wild fruit in Li Mingzhong's mouth, stood up again and continued to run forward.

    Seeing this, Mrs. Li hurriedly followed, seeing Zhen Zhen leading her further and further away, she couldn't help asking her: "Bao, where are we going? It's not a coward, but don't dig any more, I don't know how to go back and fix it."

    Zhen Zhen tilted her head and looked at Mrs. Li, revealing a few small white teeth: "Give daddy some wine."

    "You can pull it." Wang Sufen couldn't help roaring: "I tell you, girl, this ginseng you are looking for is a treasure. How can it take a hundred years? Yes? Not a mother!"

    Mr. Li nodded: "No problem for four or five hundred years."

    Wang Sufen patted her thigh, her face full of pain: "It's just such a baby, let's take it home and keep it well, if you give it to your father to make wine, it will be a waste, Just a little bit of beard on the ginseng, I'm afraid to make up for his nosebleed."

      I have to give it up."

    Zhen Zhen looked at Mrs. Li helplessly, but she is too young to say many words to persuade her, so she could only search around and found another four The fifty-year-old ginseng hooked at it, and the ginseng jumped out of the ground and fell directly onto Zhen Zhen's hand.

    Zhen Zhen handed the ginseng to Mrs. Li and insisted: "Make wine for Dad."

    Mr. Li looked at the ginseng in Zhen Zhen's hand with a speechless expression, and could only cut another piece of bark and wrap it up: "Okay, okay, just take this ginseng to make wine, don't you? We don't have that many beams in our house, so I have nowhere to hide."

    Zhen Zhen remembered that she did not have bicycles and sewing machines, which are the three most popular items, and quickly suggested: "Take the money to buy bicycles and sewing machines."

    "Are you jealous of your grandma Zhao's big bicycle?" Mrs. Li and Wang Sufen smiled and put a thick layer of moss and black soil into the bark: "The big one I kept it at home and sold this little one. I'll ask when I go back and see if the supply and marketing agency will accept it. If I can sell it, I'll buy a radio first, and you can listen to it during the day, so it won't be boring. "

    Only then did Zhen Zhen grin, while the two of them were tying ginseng, she walked to the birch tree that had been stripped of two pieces of bark one after another, and put her little hand on the trunk lightly, In an instant, the old tree grew new bark, and the towering branches appeared a little green.

    Li Mingzhong followed the mountain road for over an hour, although he ate some wild fruits with Zhen Zhen, but after all, he was only a few months old, and the mountain road that he had run so far was his limit. Li Mingzhong stretched out his tongue and gasped for a few breaths, then barked a few times, Zhen Zhen heard him say that she was tired, so she stopped in a hurry, squatted down and stroked his back with her small hands.

    "Is it better?" Zhen Zhen tilted her head and looked at Li Mingzhong.

    Li Mingzhong felt his back was warm and his four legs regained some strength, Wang Sufen saw that Zhen Zhen was not leaving, she just thought she was tired, and hurriedly went over and hugged the dog and the dog In his arms: "Baby, we have been out for a long time, why don't we go home earlier?"

    Zhen Zhen looked into the deep mountain, and looked a little unfinished: "But I haven't had enough."

    Zhen Zhen smiled: "That's fine, I'll come back tomorrow."

    Wang Sufen adjusted the posture of her arms, let Zhen Zhen sit with her arms around Li Mingzhong, and Mrs. Li followed behind with a wicker basket on her back. Two pheasants flew out from nowhere, fluttered their wings and fell into the wicker basket carried by Mrs. Li. Mrs. Li hurriedly took off the basket and grabbed the pheasants: "My ancestors, let's have a basket. There is still ginseng in it, what if it is smashed by a pheasant?"

    Zhen Zhen smiled at Mrs. Li: "Then it's all stewed."

    Mr. Li grabbed some wild vegetables from the side and held a bundle of pheasant legs upside down in her hand, she did not forget to explain to Zhen Zhen: "Don't look at ginseng as a good thing, but this thing is easy I can't eat it, like the old ginseng we got today, it's a treasure used by big families to hang their lives in the past."

    Wang Sufen looked at Mrs. Li with chicken in her hand and ginseng in her back, feeling a little happy in her heart: "Mother, you said that our family Zhen Zhen would not be a mountain **** in her previous life, right? If not, she knows where there are ginseng and other things on this mountain? Then she also listens to pheasant and wild fruits."

    Old Mrs. Li shook her head hesitantly: "Then the fish in the river also listen to Zhen Zhen, the mountain **** can still manage the affairs of the water? I think Zhen Zhen was appointed to be bigger than the mountain god. ."

    "Mother is right." Wang Sufen thought for a while and then said, "Is it the God of the Earth? That river is also on the land, and it is also within the jurisdiction of the God of Earth."

    Mr. Li pouted and wondered, "But the land **** is as big as the mountain god."

    Zhen Zhen buried her head in Li Mingzhong and listened to the joy: In her last life, she was a student from a small house to a big one, her biggest dream was to open a flower shop, where she could sit and drink coffee every day The drama talks about gossip, but unfortunately this dream is only one step away from realizing it. But now it's not bad, Zhen Zhen looked around at the towering trees around her: They are all mine!

      I bought a ganoderma lucidum bigger than a washbasin, and a small ganoderma lucidum the size of a fist in half a cloth bag. Zhen Zhen told her to drink water to prolong her life.

    The granddaughter's heart, although Mrs. Li was distressed, but under the supervision of Zhen Zhen every day, she had to boil water and start soaking Ganoderma lucidum. Fortunately, this thing is hard. How can a piece of Ganoderma lucidum the size of a fingernail be soaked for a month. Mrs. Li reckons that this bag will be enough to drink until she is a hundred years old, if she can live that long.

    The granddaughter is getting more and more capable, Mrs. Li and Wang Sufen told her lifelessly when they were alone. Fortunately, although Zhen Zhenren is small, she is very reliable in this aspect, in front of others There was never anything unusual. Even if Lao Li's family often has wild animals eating and growing crops, the neighbors all think that her family is lucky, and no one will think about a child.

    In the blink of an eye, Osmanthus gave birth to a son when the first snow fell, and the first child of the fourth generation, both male and female are popular. Mrs. Li happily wrapped the baby in the quilt that Zhen Zhen used when she was a child. Seeing that Wang Sufen had already helped Osmanthus clean up, she quickly put her great-grandson in Osmanthus' arms and asked her to breastfeed.

    Zhen Zhen, wearing a red corduroy jacket, curiously lay on the kang and looked at her eldest nephew, who was two years younger than her, while touching his little hand, she asked Mrs. Li, "Brother, What's the name of the eldest nephew? Shall I name him?"

    Li Mingdong, who came back from leave early, shivered with fright, he subconsciously glanced at Li Mingzhong who was lying under Zhen Zhen's feet, his cheeks twitched: "Old sister, your nephew's father is here, You don't have to worry about it, okay?"

    Zhen Zhen puffed up her chubby little face: "Then you have given me a name, don't you want me to name my eldest nephew?"

      Pick up the broom on the kang and knock him down.

    He looked at Zhen Zhen who was not very satisfied, Li Mingdong gritted his teeth and prepared to sacrifice the name of his next child: "How about waiting for your sister-in-law to be reborn, then let you name it."

    Zhen Zhen looked at Li Mingdong's aggrieved appearance, pursed her lips and said happily: "I will give you a nickname, not a big one."

    Li Mingdong breathed a sigh of relief. Now raising children likes to marry an earthy name, as the saying goes, it is easy to support. Li Mingdong pondered that it would be fine no matter how unpleasant Zhen Zhen Qi was. Anyway, it has been called it for a few years. When he is older and goes to school, no one will call him a dirty and ugly nickname. He just needs to give him a good name. He glanced at Zhen Zhen who had a look of anticipation on his face, and stretched out his hand to hug her on his lap: "Well, tell me what name do you want to name your eldest nephew?"

    Zhen Zhen looked at the swaddling clothes in Osmanthus's arms, her body was wrapped in a blanket and she couldn't see anything, but her head was not small when it was exposed, Zhen Zhen looked at her eldest brother, some Embarrassed to ask him: "What if it doesn't sound good?"

    "It's fine." Li Mingdong squeezed Zhen Zhen's chubby little chubby hand: "A nickname can make a bad name, and it will make a living."

    "Then I can rest assured." Zhen Zhen breathed a sigh of relief: "Let's call it a meat bun."

    "Meat Bun?" Ming Dong glanced at Zhen Zhen and asked her hesitantly, "Are you hungry?"

    "A little bit!" Zhen Zhen rubbed her stomach and looked at the little nephew in Osmanthus' arms with a serious face: "I just felt like I was thinking of a meat bun when I looked at the little nephew's face just now. ."

    Li Mingdong couldn't hold back, he squeezed Zhen Zhen's face: "There is no one in our family that looks more like a meat bun than your face!"

    The author has something to say:

    By the way, Ganoderma lucidum is actually valuable spore powder, but wild spore powder is basically impossible to capture. My father-in-law's family has a lot of Lingzhi on the mountain. Every time he comes to my house, he will bring a plastic bag for my mother to soak in water, haha~~~