The leisurely pastoral life of Xiao Shannong

Dong Cheng entered the orchard, rolled up his trouser legs, waved his hoe, and joined the working army.

After working for a while, although I was a little tired, I really felt refreshed all over.

Zhang Zian squatted down to look after his ginseng.

After Dong Cheng worked for a while, his mouth was dry, and Li Baldzi picked an apple with keen eyesight and handed it over.

"Brother, try it, it's delicious."

Dong Cheng didn't mind that Baldy Li cheated himself just now, he took a bite of the apple, was immediately satisfied, and took two more bites in succession.

After eating a whole apple, he felt he regained some strength. He saw Zhang Zian messing around under the fruit tree, so he walked over.

When he got closer, he was immediately surprised.

"Zian, is this ginseng?"

Zhang Zian replied without raising his head: "Of course it's ginseng, or could it be radish?"

Dong Cheng didn't care about the thorns in Zhang Zian's words, he quickly squatted down, stroked a ginseng seedling with his hands, and began to observe carefully.

Dong Chengcheng is in the medicinal materials business, so he is very familiar with Chinese herbal medicines.

"It's really good, it's really good. It's not easy for planted ginseng to have this kind of appearance. It's almost as good as wild ginseng."

Zhang Zian didn't expect his brother-in-law to be so knowledgeable, so he immediately took a high look.

"Zian, are you growing these ginseng? These ginseng seedlings are the best." Dong Cheng turned his head and asked in surprise, so much that his saliva sprayed on Zhang Zian's face.

Zhang Zian quickly raised his hand to block it, and then said sullenly, "It wasn't me who planted it or you. I bought the ginseng seedlings at a huge price."

Dong Cheng was embarrassed, and tried to keep himself calm, "It's really strange to see that this ginseng is almost 20 years old."

Since Dong Cheng married Wang Xiaomei, he also has a certain understanding of Zhang Zian's family.

I must have never grown ginseng, so how can there be 20-year-old ginseng?

But it doesn't matter.

"Someone has seen the land of my orchard, and said it's on the dragon's veins, or the most important and precious dragon's head, so no matter what is planted, it will grow very fast."

Zhang Zian started making up stories again.

Li Bald, who was next to him, laughed and was glared at by Zhang Zian. He immediately covered his mouth, and his face turned red.

Dong Cheng was skeptical. As a person who travels frequently, what things haven't he seen?

He still believes in Feng Shui.

"Zian, you also know that the company I work for is in the business of Chinese herbal medicine. Your batch of ginseng is very good. According to the current market price, the price of planted ginseng in the past 20 years is around [-], but your ginseng can be sold for [-] yuan. Ten thousand."

Dong Cheng took a fancy to the quality of this batch of ginseng, and with this batch of ginseng, I believe that all major drug dealers will rush to get it.

Zhang Zian shook his head, "Not for sale."

Dong Cheng was stunned. There are at least a thousand plants here, and they can be sold for 8000 million. No one would refuse it.

Zhang Zian knew what Dong Cheng meant, and he wanted to help himself, so he said again: "I want to cultivate it for a while, and strive to cultivate 50-year or 60-year-old ginseng. It would be even better if it is a century-old ginseng."

Zhang Zian's tone was flat, but Dong Cheng was dumbfounded.

"Zian, do you know that the most planted ginseng..."

"I know, but don't forget, I am a dragon's vein here, and I believe it will be successful."

Zhang Zian directly interrupted his brother-in-law, he knew the limitations of planting ginseng.

Planting ginseng can grow up to 50 years, and it will be of little value after that.

But Zhang Zian didn't worry about these things, since he had the liquid in his hand, it wasn't a problem.

"Brother-in-law, do you know how long this batch of ginseng has been planted?" Zhang Zian looked at Dong Cheng proudly.

Dong Cheng was quite shocked by this brother-in-law, but still guessed: "One...year?"

Dong Cheng felt that he gave this one year because Zhang Zian called his brother-in-law, even if what Zhang Zian said was true, that it was really a dragon's vein, he couldn't go against the sky.

Talking about a year is casual.

Zhang Zian shook his head, stretched out a finger, and then bent down.

Dong Cheng exhaled, and I said, how could it be so against the sky, so he said: "Seven years?"

"Half a month."

Zhang Zian said proudly.

"what?"

Dong Cheng stood up suddenly, trembling all over, and looked at Zhang Zian in disbelief.

This is definitely something that subverts cognition.

How can there be 20 years in half a month?

Unless it is 20 years old when you buy it.

Zhang Zian knew that his brother-in-law wouldn't believe it, but he didn't intend to explain.

Just slip away after pretending, just play.

For the next time, Dong Cheng was in a state of shock, unable to work hard.

It was much better after returning to Zhang Zian's house.

Wang Xiaomei was helping Zhang's mother cook, and Dudu was running around in the yard with a windmill, giggling from time to time.

For so many years, Dong Cheng has been running business outside all day long. How can he work so hard like today? His short sleeves are all soaked, sitting on a bench in the yard, fanning the wind.

Dudu saw that his father was sweating profusely, as if he had just taken a shower, and ran over with a windmill.

"Dad, did you take a bath with your uncle?"

A child the size of Dudu doesn't know what it means to be sweating profusely.

"No." Dong Cheng moved his fan to Dudu's side, so that the cool wind could blow to the two of them.

"Then why is Dad wet all over? Our teacher said that we can't go to the river to play, it's very dangerous."

Dudu began to teach his father like a little adult.

Dong Cheng chuckled, "This is the sweat of labor. Dudu must study hard in the future, otherwise he will only be like Dad, sweating a lot every day."

Dong Cheng wanted to hug his son as he spoke, but Dudu avoided him.

"I won't let Dad hug it, it stinks to death."

After speaking, he ran away and played with Erdan.

"The dog is coming after me."

Wang Xiaomei came out with the dishes, and seeing her husband, she sneered, "How about it, working hard, do you feel much more comfortable all over the body? Working can make people relax."

Dong Cheng forced a smile, which was a response.

The dishes were served quickly, and the table was full. They also made Dudu's favorite meatballs.

Zhang Zian took out a bottle of Moutai, first poured a glass for Zhang's father, then for his brother-in-law, and finally for himself.

"Thank you brother-in-law for working hard today, I did it."

Zhang Zian took a sip of the wine glass, and Zhang's father followed suit. There are really not many opportunities to drink Moutai, and the wife is usually strict, so today I have to seize the opportunity.

Although Dong Cheng came here by car, but his wife can also drive, so he drank a drink too.

Zhang Zian filled the two again.

Before Zhang Zian could speak, Dong Cheng quickly grabbed two mouthfuls of food, drank on an empty stomach, and poured himself two glasses.

Zhang Zian naturally knew his brother-in-law's drinking capacity, so he waited on purpose, and even gave Dudu a big chicken leg.

After waiting, Zhang Zian raised his glass again, "Thank you sister Xiaomei and brother-in-law, and Xiaodudu for coming to visit my dad."

Zhang Zian did it again, Zhang's father and Dong Cheng followed, Zhang's mother and cousin Wang Xiaomei also took two sips of tea instead of wine.

Seeing everyone drinking, Dudu also picked up the small teacup in front of him and took a sip.

After drinking two glasses of white wine, Dong Cheng's face turned red.