At the back of Dasen Mountain, Dong Xuebin held the hands of his mother and daughter and searched for the scenery on the oil painting in the dense woods.
Ten minutes...twenty minutes...thirty minutes...The back mountain was too big, and I couldn't find the small cliff after searching for a long time. Dong Xuebin saw that Yu Meixia and Yu Qianqian were both a little out of breath.
After a moment of hesitation, he let go of their hands, opened the large backpack behind him and took out a rolled-up mat to spread on the grass. He also took out thermos cups, water bottles and other things, and everyone sat on the mat to rest together.
Yu Meixia poured water for Dong Xuebin and her daughter respectively, "Director Dong, you drink water."
Dong Xuebin smiled and said: "Sister Yu, you said the scenery here is good? Why didn't I see it? There are only trees."
Yu Meixia whispered: "It's quite beautiful when the sun sets. Of course, it may not be comparable to those scenic spots in the capital."
"Actually, there aren't many interesting places in Beijing. Xiangshan is the only place where you can see Hongyou swaying in the autumn. It's difficult for Dong Xuebin's hands not to touch their parts. Yu Meixia's breasts have a soft smell, and her arms
The elbow is pressed against the inside, and it's greasy and slippery. It's very tempting. Although Yu Qianqian's is not big, it is very elastic, tender and tight.
Because of this, Dong Xuebin became distracted several times and almost rolled down the mountain, thus wasting a lot of time on backtracking.
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Family Home of the Public Security Bureau.
After driving home, Dong Xuebin lifted the cloth covering the plastic box to hide it from others, went into the bathroom, poured out the soup in the plastic box, filled it with clean water, and then asked Yu Meixia who wanted to come in to help.
He told the two of them to watch TV outside and just be alone here. Then Dong Xuebin grabbed a soft brush and cleaned the soil on the wild ginseng, cleaning them one by one and making them beautiful.
They were hung on iron hooks near the windowsill and left to dry naturally.
After counting today's spoils, Dong Xuebin was extremely satisfied.
None of the previous harvests yielded as big a harvest as this one. There was a hundred-year-old wild ginseng, a ninety-year-old wild ginseng, and the remaining dozen or so plants, all ranging from ten to eighty years old. According to the current market price
Calculated, the total price of these wild ginsengs is around three million anyway. Moreover, wild ginseng is becoming increasingly scarce and there are restrictions on mining. Some of them cannot be bought even if you have money. Three million is only conservative.