Seeing Zhang Bei's stunned look, the entire live broadcast room suddenly became happy.

The special effects of gifts filling the screen never stop, as if they were copied and pasted neatly.

Qingfeng Weiliang: [Whether you accept it or not is your business, and whether I send it or not is my business.]

Nangong: [Whether you accept it or not is your business, and whether I send it or not is my business.]

Black and white: [Whether you accept it or not is your business, and whether I send it or not is my business.]

Rurouni Kenshin: [Whether you accept it or not is your business, and whether I send it away or not is my business.]

Zhang Bei was silent for a long time, then turned around and dug out the cleaned ginseng, cut off the stems and leaves, and buried the seeds in the soil again.

"Look, everyone, this old wild ginseng is at least two hundred years old. According to the current market price, it starts at least 50,000 yuan. I really don't need your gifts."

In the live broadcast room, an old wild ginseng with some soil appeared in front of everyone.

Don't look at the media reports that centuries-old ginseng has been auctioned for millions. In fact, it is more of a hype.

Although ginseng is rare, its value is not as high as imagined.

Nowadays, artificially cultured ginseng is already available in the market. Although old wild ginseng has good effects, it is just a medicinal material after all.

Like the one in Zhang Bei's hands, if it were put on the market, the purchase price would be between 100,000 and 300,000.

If it goes to auction, the price may rise to as high as 500,000 yuan.

However, in the past few years, Zhang Bei has harvested centuries-old ginseng from Lao Bai, and most of them have been kept at home for collection.

I will only take one out when I really need it.

Seeing that the barrage finally returned to normal, Zhang Bei breathed a sigh of relief.

"Ginseng will not be sold for the time being. There are not many old ginseng that are over a hundred years old, so I must keep it for my own use."

After answering some questions, Zhang Bei put the wooden box in his backpack and walked forward.

This time, we walked for more than half an hour.

Following two rapid whistles in the forest, Zhang Bei suddenly stopped.

"Let me explain to you the mountaineer's whistle. It's not something you can blow casually."

"One whistle means you have encountered an old ginseng or a stick. If you want to open your eyes, follow the whistle and go see it."

"Twice the whistle means there is a large area of ​​medicinal materials to collect. If there is nothing to harvest, people will follow the whistle to make some money."

"Three beeps mean there is a ferocious animal and it needs help."

After briefly explaining the meaning of the whistle, Zhang Bei walked towards the direction where the whistle came from.

There are rules for mountain runners. The distance between mountain runners and other people should not exceed one hundred meters at a time.

This is a rule passed down from our ancestors, and it is deeply ingrained in our genes.

But even though it's a hundred meters away, it's a straight line.

But there is no chance to walk in a straight line in the mountains and forests, especially in such deep mountains and old forests.

Even a veteran like Zhang Bei took twenty minutes to find the place where the whistle sounded.

The whistler was Shen Feng, a taciturn man who was picking a kind of grass on the ground with a sack.

"This is quite a lot."

"Indeed, I guess we can come again tomorrow."

"I'll start the live broadcast and come over, you can do your work first."ъìqυgΕtv.℃ǒΜ

Shen Feng nodded, lowered his head and started busy.

Zhang Bei casually broke a grass stem and explained to the audience.

"Look, this is a three-branched nine-leaf clover. There are three branches on the rhizome, and nine leaves on each branch."

"Similarly, as a Chinese medicinal material, its efficacy..."

Before Zhang Bei finished speaking, the entire live broadcast room had already learned to answer questions.

There is a cat at the foot of the bed: [Kidney nourishing!]

Either black or white: [Aphrodisiac!]

Rurouni Kenshin:【A man’s second life!】

Zhang Bei nodded with great satisfaction: "That's right, but the three-branch and nine-leaf clover is not only edible by men, but also by women."

Shen Feng filled a sack, sat under a tree and lit a cigarette.

His eyes looked towards the backpack behind Zhang Bei.

"Is there any ginseng?"

Zhang Bei was stunned for a moment, then turned around and realized that the zipper of his backpack had been opened at some point, and the wooden box was placed on top.

"I'm lucky, I found an old ginseng."

"How many years?"

"Two good years."

"Huo, you are worthy of being the leader!"

Mountain runners do not use years to refer to a year, but a slang term similar to that of bandits.

If it is within a hundred years, it is called a small year. Usually five small years represent fifty years.

And a period of more than a hundred years is called a New Year. For today's mountain runners, two New Years are simply a rare thing.

Looking at Shen Feng's eyes, Zhang Bei sighed and took out the box.

"If you want to see it, just tell me. Why are you so polite to me?"

Shen Feng couldn't wait to take the box and carefully opened the lid.

Looking at the fully formed ginseng, it is as if a thirty-year-old virgin has seen a peerless beauty.

"Boss, your ginseng digging is much better than the average old Paoshan."

Zhang Bei smiled: "Practice makes perfect."

Shen Feng closed the lid silently, returned the old ginseng to Zhang Bei, put out the cigarette butt and walked towards the three-branch nine-leaf clover.

Some people are really irritating when they talk.

Is it possible to dig up wild ginseng in this new year?

He has been running in the mountains for twenty years, and he has only met one old ginseng who was still suffering from insects.

Zhang Bei watched Shen Feng busy, resting against a tree, and answered some questions from the audience.

"mushroom?"

"You won't be able to see it until June. The mushrooms haven't grown yet."

"How do I know if wild vegetables are edible?"

"Not to mention mountaineering people, any household living at the foot of the mountain will know wild vegetables. This is a skill of the people at the foot of the mountain."

"Lightning strikes wood?"

Zhang Bei immediately laughed when he saw this question.

"Thunder-struck trees do exist. I've seen quite a few. If you want them, when the number of viewers in the live broadcast exceeds 50,000, I'll find some and give them out as bonuses."

"To be honest, if you really want to ward off evil spirits, putting a statue of Mr. Guan in your home is better than anything else."

…

Time is like the king in the deep mountains and forests. It may have been there just now, but it will disappear in the blink of an eye.

Zhang Bei glanced at the time and stood up.

"It's almost time, blow the whistle, it's time to gather and get ready to go."

Shen Feng was a little reluctant to see that there was still a large area of ​​three-branch and nine-leaf grass, but everything on the mountain had to be obeyed by the leader.

After tying the sack, he picked up the whistle on his chest and blew a long blast.

Just a moment later, another whistle sounded in the forest.

Zhang Bei also picked up the whistle on his chest and blew it.

The long whistle represents the signal to gather. Those with fewer people should go to the place with more people, and eventually go down the mountain together.

Among mountain runners, you are never allowed to go down a mountain alone.
Chapter completed!