Chapter 430 A thousand years ago

   Ginseng is native to Shangdang and Liaodong in China.

   Eastern Liaoning, here, can basically be classified as the area centered on the Changbai Mountains and Changbai Mountains, while Shangdang refers to the area centered on the Taihang Mountains in Shanxi.

   However, the ginseng in the Taihang Mountains has long been excavated.

  During the Ming and Qing Dynasties, ginseng from the Changbai Mountains began to enter the Central Plains.

   So in the era of the owner of the wood chips, the Song Dynasty, ginseng may indeed be an extremely common wild weed here, and it may not even be a herbal medicine.

To be more extreme, maybe some natives unintentionally dug up a thousand-year-old ginseng plant, treated it like a sweet potato, took it back, washed it, cut it, boiled it, and ate all the soup and water. God, "sudden death".

Then there may be such a record in the local medical history, "There is an unknown grass in the holy mountain, and its underground stems are slender and slender like pueraria, and are highly poisonous. People eat it and die suddenly. Because of its humanoid shape, this ghost Wu Zhimu?"

   In short, at that time, no one knew about the jade of the He family, and the wild ginseng, which was extremely rare in later generations, may indeed be "everywhere" here.

   Taking another look at the large piece of ginseng at the ginseng garden, Xu Guangling felt an inexplicable sense of absurdity in his heart. Just like gold is very valuable, but in a certain place, a whole mountain range is gold. It is not measured in grams, not in pounds, not in tons, but in terms of "a region". to count.

   is very unbalanced.

   Xu Guangling continued to look at the records of the wood chips.

  The owner of the wood chips was also ecstatic when he saw this treasure mountain full of ginseng.

   Next, relying on this ginseng, he cured quite a few diseases, and gradually he was regarded as a miracle doctor, and he was extremely famous in both the government and the people.

   The government had invited him to become a doctor several times, and he was the one who took the top spot, but he refused without hesitation.

   In the description, the owner of the wood chip is quite frank: "Although the servant is itchy, he does not dare to covet, relying on ginseng to become a god, and the trick is to stop this ear! If you take care of yourself, the period of catastrophic disaster is not far away."

  The following records are about this underground space.

   When going up the mountain to dig ginseng, the owner of the wood chip accidentally fell and fell, and fell several heads, and continued to fall down without thinking.

  While the owner of the wood chip was screaming in his heart, he was stopped by a huge rock. After the fright was settled, the owner of the wood chip found that there was a huge crack on the edge of the rock, which was inclined and extended downward, and it was impossible to see the bottom at a glance.

   "It's like leading to the underworld."

  The owner of the wood chip was both curious and afraid. At this time, he was afraid that he would gain the upper hand. Even standing on the edge of the rock, he felt a gust of gloomy wind blowing, and he immediately fled in a panic.

   But slowly, Naki came up again.

   Passing by this piece of land again and again, the owner of the wood chips finally couldn’t bear it any longer.

   What is this underground?

   Curiosity can kill the cat.

  Cat has curiosity, just like humans, even stronger than cats.

   With enough dry food and water, as well as self-defense knives, sticks and ropes, etc., and prepared both materially and psychologically, the owner of the wood chips finally entered this crack and tried to walk down step by step.

  The road is not easy to walk.

   There is no "road" at all, but a big gap and a small gap, and often have to use both hands and feet.

   But after most of the tossing, the owner of the wood chips is still in the end.

   Then he saw the fairyland, or the place where the gods lived.

It is probably the lake and the fire that Xu Guangling saw before. Xu Guangling seems to be a little strange, but in the eyes of the owner of the wood chip, the lake is churning with mist, and the holy fire that does not go out is rising on the edge of the water. God's place!"

  The dwelling place of God, but no God dwells here.

   After going up and in again a few times, the owner of the wood chip himself became the resident here.

   In the first step, he built a cabin here.

   In the second step, he tried to grow ginseng here.

  Although there are many ginseng in the mountains outside, it still needs to be searched and excavated, so he wants to build a ginseng garden here, in such a mysterious and extremely secret place.

  He dug out ginseng from outside and planted it.

  It's done!

   Ginseng moved smoothly and even grew better!

  So in the following days, the transplant project started.

   Not only ginseng, but also other herbs that are often used, and the owners of wood chips have also transplanted them. But some of those are alive, and some are not.

   "Five hundred ginseng plants are all millennia-old."

  The owner of the wood chips transplanted a full 500 ginseng trees, and they were all over a thousand years old. To put it simply, ginseng that is under a thousand years old is disdainful to him.

   Seeing this, Xu Guangling has no doubts about the records in front of the owner of the wood chips that ginseng is everywhere here.

He had squirrel disease and had already transplanted 500 ginseng pieces, but the owner of the wood chips still did not stop. In the following days, he still transplanted ginseng here, but not so often, but only every three or five times. Moreover, the standards and requirements for ginseng have been raised a lot.

   If it is not a high-quality ginseng, it will not be eye-catching.

   In other words, even the ordinary thousand-year-old ginseng is now out.

once having seen the best, the rest is not worthwhile looking. Thinking back to the feat of this non-professional "ginseng picker" back then, Xu Guangling thought, if he told the two old people about this experience, especially the teacher, he would be so envious that his saliva would drool.

   And Mr. Chen, based on Xu Guangling's understanding of him, if he heard such a thing, this old man would probably be scolding his mother.

   This is not a violent thing, but it can definitely be described as a violent thing.

   So hanging, why don't you go to heaven?

   Following the record and looking down, Xu Guangling was slightly taken aback.

  The owner of the wood chips is getting more and more perverted. In the end, let alone thousands of years, even if the age is enough and the ginseng is big enough, but the ginseng looks bad, he will still be included in the rejection list! "If it is not a very humanoid figure, then discard it."

   After a thousand years, even in the mottled records, Xu Guangling can still imagine what kind of scumbag the owner of the wood chips was, no, he was in high spirits.

   Once again, after the owner of the wood chip planted a super high-quality humanoid ginseng here again, suddenly, the ground shook.

   Big disaster, here we come!

  After the earth shook and the mountains were shaken, this space was fine, but the exit was completely blocked by broken rocks.

  The huge rock directly seals the mountain pass. The original big crack is now directly closed.

  The owner of the wood chip was stunned.

   Totally unbelievable.

   He tried to dig, but after trying for a long time, he was desperate, because the rock could not be dug at all, he turned to the ground to dig, but it didn't take long to dig the rock again!

   For the next time, the owner of the wood chips was digging around and shouting loudly. Knowing that it was impossible, he still hoped that someone would pass by, hear his shouting, and rescue him.

   His voice was hoarse day by day until one day, he lost his voice completely.

  The owner of the wood chips finally cut off all hope.

   In the end, he attributed this unforeseen disaster to two points. First, mortals occupy the divine residence and offend the gods;

   "To offend one **** is unforgivable, but to offend two gods?"

   This is the last record of wood chips.

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