Bian Rui was thinking about running the train when suddenly a sound came from the door of the yard.

"Who is inside?"

When Bian Rui heard this, he immediately came out of the house and walked towards the door. After walking a few steps, he saw an old man turning around the screen wall.

"Fourth uncle! It's me"

"Darui is back! I thought who was inside. Usually no one came here. When I saw the door open, I would come over and take a look," said the fourth uncle.

The fourth uncle is not young, and he is in his early sixties this year, but his voice is like a bell and his steps are like a meteor. He can't tell at all that he is over 60 years old, and his hair is still much black and less white.

Bian Rui looked at the bamboo basket behind Uncle Si’s back, and knew that Uncle Si was going up the mountain to pick things, so he opened his mouth and asked, “Is he going up the mountain to pick mushrooms?”

Uncle Si smiled and said, "Well, the harvest was good this morning. I picked two kilograms of lamb mushrooms. The restaurant in the town collected thirty yuan per kilogram, and some straw mushrooms were not too expensive, but the quantity was large. I also dug some spring bamboo shoots, which was also good quality..."

Hearing Bian Rui's question, the fourth uncle happily boasted about his gains this morning.

The job of digging mushrooms sounds simple, but it is really a hard work. You have to go into the mountain before dawn. You have to come down at seven or eight o'clock and buy fresh harvests into the town. The more you get, some elderly people have gained, because the elderly have been running the mountain for a long time, and there are almost no mushrooms in their minds. Although young people have sufficient physical strength, they have less experience, but they are not as good as those of the elderly.

After saying that, the Fourth Uncle took down the back basket, took out an object from the basket, and showed it to Bian Rui: "Da Rui, see what the Fourth Uncle dug today?"

Si Bo's hand was a thing like a little carrot, with a few leaves on his slender stems and some red fruits on his head.

"Tanzin?"

Bian Rui blurted out.

"Yes, Tanzan! This thing is hard to find now, and today it is my luck. Although this plant is a little smaller, it will cost about 200 yuan to get it in the town!"

Ginseng is also produced in the mountains of Bianrui's hometown, but it is not as famous as Changbai Mountain. Those places are not as good as those of the Northeast wild ginseng. They are generally grown within ten meters by the pool. Generally speaking, the villagers dig them and use them to stew chicken. They don't need to put any ingredients. They only use such ginseng. They put the leaves into the clay pot, and add some salt and water to stew an old hen that has been running for more than four years. They are simmered for ten hours. The taste is unforgettable.

Seeing the ginseng, Bian Rui remembered something. When he was about to go back to Mingzhu, he invited his old neighbors to have a meal. He was grateful for his care for his shop. Now Shanbo has ginseng and at least one dish has.

"Fourth uncle, why don't you sell this for me?"

"What do you want to sell you to do? You want you to take it away?" said the fourth uncle and came to Bian Rui and stuffed the squid into Bian Rui's arms.

Bian Rui immediately said, "Uncle Fourth, I don't eat it myself, but I sell it for money. If I want money, I may not give it to you. When I was a child, I stole fewer peaches from your family? Anyway, I don't have to worry about too much money. But now I'm making money, it's not appropriate for you to not take money, and we haven't done it once or twice. On Fridays in the future, I'll still expect you to come to the mountains to buy some good things..."

The shop run by Bian Rui mainly focuses on the ingredients in the mountains. Of course, now that there is space, Bian Rui can grow it himself, but in order to confuse everyone, he still has to buy things. He can't do anything by himself. He drags a bunch of mountain goods to Mingzhu every Friday night, which is too eye-catching.

"Next time, let me say next time, can't I afford a broken ginseng plant?"

The old man was also stubborn. After saying that, he carried the basket and turned around and walked towards the door.

Bian Rui shouted twice from behind, and the fourth uncle didn't even look back.

Bian Rui had no choice but to say, "Uncle Four, if you go into the mountain tomorrow, I will bring me some things, mushrooms, spring bamboo shoots, etc., and I will receive a banquet at Mingzhu the day after tomorrow."

"Okay, I'll keep things for you tomorrow." After saying that, the fourth uncle had already turned around and turned the screen wall.

He returned to the house with the ginseng. Bian Rui entered the space, first picked the ginseng seeds, followed the way the ancestor taught the day before yesterday, buried the ginseng in the dry place, and then took the well water and poured it on the ginseng seeds.

As soon as the water was poured down, it was like magic. A few ginseng seedlings instantly drilled out of the ground, and soon five or six leaves were drawn out, and a bright red ginseng seeds formed on the top of the head. The ginseng planted in the space was obviously several levels better than the ginseng I just took in.

Bian Rui found a wooden stick out of the space, cut it into a flat shape and started digging ginseng.

Bian Rui was very patient. He dug a few of them in a row and was completely complete. When he dug the last one, Bian Rui had just picked out a little soil and suddenly felt something was wrong.

The colors of normal ginseng are yellow, some are dark and light, but they cannot escape the yellow color. However, this ginseng is dark red, and red like blood.

"Shou Wushuang!" Bian Rui said in surprise.

The ginseng has a characteristic, which is very exclusive. That is to say, if one ginseng grows, there will be no second ginseng within half a mile nearby. Even if a second ginseng grows, the other one will die within half a month.

However, by chance, the two ginsengs grew together, and no one could do anything to each other and formed double ginseng. According to legend in my hometown, the double ginseng just grew blood red, and it became golden after a hundred years and black gold after a thousand years. It is said that if you eat it, you can become immortal.

Of course, this is a legend. Bian Rui heard from the ancestor that this thing can indeed bring life to life. As long as people have the tone of breath, they can keep their lives unsatisfactory, changing one piece every day can keep them alive for several months. It is almost the same as the current vegetative people.

Bian Rui had never seen this thing before. Not to mention Bian Rui, the ancestor once said that he had only seen it once.

Bian Rui didn't expect that he would plant such a thing with just sprinkled seeds here. He seemed to think that this thing was easy to plant, so Bian Rui continued to plant ginseng with a smile. Of course, this plant that is not dug for Shouwushuang, so Bian Rui wanted to put it and let it grow.

He started planting happily and planted half a basket of ginseng. Bian Rui finally gave up. Now he understood that even if he had room, he had to rely on his face to plant ginseng. After leaving for a lucky trip, Bian Rui seemed to have used up his luck in planting ginseng.

It's also very simple. If it's so easy to plant, the ancestor wouldn't have seen it only once.

When I looked at Shou Wushuang again, Bian Rui found that the ginseng roots had slightly changed color and turned into dark yellow, a bit like a carrot.

I took one ginseng and threw the remaining ginseng directly into the space. One or two ginseng trees are treasures, but one basket is not rare.

After leaving the space, I took a corner of rice paper and dipped it in a little water to wrap the ginseng and the roots and leaves. I prepared to take it with me when I returned to Mingzhu tomorrow afternoon. As for the old hen, my mother at Bian Rui's house would feed it. I'll be able to catch the chicken house at that time.

Just as the ginseng was wrapped, my mother's voice came from the door.

"Darui, it's time to eat!"

"Mom, I understand, I'll come now." As he said that, Bian Rui walked towards the door with the ginseng.

Bian Rui's mother at the door saw something in her hand, so she opened her mouth and asked, "What's the wrap?"

"Si Bo picked a ginseng from the mountain. I was going to go to Mingzhu the day after tomorrow to invite someone to dinner..." Bian Rui said.

When Bian Rui's mother heard this, she frowned: "Why do you ask your fourth uncle for something casually? Your fourth uncle's goods are sold for money."

"I want to give money, so where is the fourth uncle willing to ask for it?" Bian Rui also explained helplessly.

Bian Rui's mother thought for a while and said, "Then I'll ask the girl to give you two bottles of wine from your fourth uncle. If you want this thing, you will pay attention to it when your grandfather goes into the mountains to herd sheep. Don't ask your uncles for it. Everyone can exchange it for money. Who would be embarrassed to ask you a junior to collect money..."

"I understand, isn't this a coincidence?" Bian Rui said.

Bian Rui's mother said again: "Go back to have a meal, we're waiting for you."

Bian Rui responded, turned around and locked the door, and walked home with his mother. He kept lying at the door and ran away quickly, and rushed back home between the mother and son.

It was a serious breakfast time, and smoke was curling everywhere in the village. From time to time, you could hear the sound of adults calling their children to come home for dinner.

The current population of Bianjia Village is mainly middle-aged and elderly people, and most of the remaining ones are young children in their teens, as well as some young people who make a living in towns or county towns.

The main young people are now working in other places. Most of them work in other places like Bian Rui in the past. Most of them stayed in other places for development after graduating from university. Now few people outside the Bianjia Village really work hard.

Although many people work in other places and settle their small families in other places, more and more people have chosen to send their children back to receive enlightenment and primary school education instead of staying in the local area to go to school. They usually wait for junior high school to pick them up. This is because they like the education of Bianjia Village primary school.

Bian Rui originally wanted to arrange for his daughter to go to school in her hometown and go back to Mingzhu to junior high school, but the divorce was a mess of the entire plan. Even if Bian Rui thought about it, Wang Jie would not agree, because the child was awarded to her after all.

When they got home, the two children were having fun with their grandmother, and Bian Rui's father was smoking under the eaves while weaving things. Bian Rui took a look and found out that his father was crafting a cage, so there was no need to ask that this was made for his granddaughter and grandson.

"Wash your hands and eat, and then make it up after you finish your meal." Bian Rui's mother said to her husband.

When Bian Rui's father heard this, he said, "It's better if there is still something!"

"I will put it down and cook it after breakfast."

After hearing this, Bian Rui's father put down the cage in his hand, stood up and scooped a scoop of water into the water tank next to the yard to wash his hands.

When Bian Rui saw this, he immediately stepped forward, picked up the scoop of water in the jar, scooped the water and poured it on his father's hand.

"How do you want to reorganize the house?" Bian Rui's father asked while washing his hands.

Bian Rui said, "It seems like it's going to be very exciting. I'll prepare for it first. Anyway, I have time, so take it slowly."

"Well, let's do it together at that time," said Bian Rui's father.

Bian Rui nodded.

Bian Rui's father washed his hands, took the scoop from his son, scooped some water to wash his hands. Bian Rui immediately bent down and quickly washed his hands.

The father and the other two washed their hands. Bian Rui's mother and sister had already put the rice and side dishes on the table. Bian Rui's grandmother sat in first, then Bian Rui's parents. The remaining Bian Rui and his sister and brother-in-law then pulled the child to sit next to the table.

Breakfast was very simple. I heated up some of the leftover dishes last night and cooked a pot of white rice porridge with some pickles. In addition to these, there was an egg pancake for each person.

Although it is simple, Bian Rui ate it with relish. He felt that this table of rice was more pleasing to the appetite and full of the taste of the house than the delicacies of mountains and seas.
Chapter completed!