sinovels Chapter 1654 Xing 3: A Strong Sense of Security
Chapter 1654 Xing 3: A Strong Sense of Security
Chapter 1654 Xing San: A Strong Sense of Security
If you do some research, you'll find that wild ginseng has quite a few benefits, such as quenching thirst, tonifying the spleen and lungs.
However, these problems can be treated with other medicinal materials that are more cost-effective, so there is no need to use wild ginseng.
The value of wild ginseng lies in its ability to replenish vital energy.
It replenishes vital energy, not just qi, and has remarkable effects on postoperative and postpartum recovery.
Back in 88, no one in Yong'an had undergone surgery. But everyone in the forest area knew that if a woman drank chicken soup made with wild ginseng and an old hen during her postpartum confinement period, it was no exaggeration to say that she wouldn't be afraid of wind or cold during that time and wouldn't suffer from any postpartum illnesses. Moreover, the mother's breast milk was so plentiful that even the baby and the baby's father couldn't finish it all.
Wild ginseng is an expensive medicinal herb, and its price depends on its age, weight, and size. However, the most important factor is the quality of its appearance.
If a wild ginseng is smaller than 1.3 grams, its medicinal efficacy is insufficient for medicinal use, and state-run pharmacies in those days would not accept it.
This kind of wild ginseng is also called "small twisted ginseng". When the herders carry out the small twisted ginseng, they will find a place to bury it. If the ginseng is still there after ten or twenty years, they will come back to carry it out.
Wild ginseng grown in this way is called "pa huo" in the trade. Pa huo has no difference in medicinal effects compared to normal wild ginseng. The only difference is that Pa huo was previously unearthed and then buried again, which artificially interferes with its growth and causes its shape to change, making it easy for experts to spot.
Most of the ginseng sold as "discarded goods" is of average quality, but regardless of whether it is a "discarded goods" or not, as long as it is more than 1.3 grams of wild ginseng, it can be graded.
The word "等" means grade or level. The grade is determined by the quality of the wild ginseng.
Judging the quality of wild ginseng involves examining its rootlets, stem, skin, texture, and body. There's a lot to learn here, and if the ginseng grower doesn't have a keen eye, it will be difficult to get a high price when selling it.
Wild ginseng that can be graded is priced based on its age and weight if its appearance is average.
If the quality is exceptionally good, then this wild ginseng seedling is no longer called a "club," but rather a "fairy herb."
This is the traditional name used by the ginseng community. They further divide this type of ginseng into large and small categories, calling it "large ginseng grass" and "small ginseng grass," or "large ginseng child" and "small ginseng child."
Wild ginseng, which can be considered a top-grade herb, does not have a fixed price.
Last year, Zhao Jun sold a leafless wild ginseng seedling, which was the so-called "little fairy herb".
The transaction price of the herbal remedy depends on both the buyer and seller. As long as the seller is sincere in wanting to sell and the price they ask for is not excessive, and the buyer is not too demanding, the transaction can generally be completed.
Of course, this is on the premise that the buyer is rich enough; otherwise, it's useless for him to agree.
Under the same conditions, the transaction price of the herb depends on the seller.
The seller quotes what he considers an exorbitant price, and as long as it's not far from reality, the buyer will agree.
Staying realistic here means considering the prices and market conditions at the time. For example, in 88, asking for tens or hundreds of millions would have been nonsense.
The reason buyers will agree to the price as long as it's not outrageous is because they know they won't be stuck with it after buying it. Adding a reasonable amount, they can definitely resell it.
This is a treasure; the RM Grand Hall even has a ginseng king from Changbai Mountain.
In addition, in ancient times, royalty and noble families would collect wild ginseng for emergencies. Today, some wealthy people in China, especially the low-profile rich, also value wild ginseng.
When Xing San handed the ginseng seedling to Zhao Jun, Zhao Jun said that the seedling would be worth at least seven figures now.
During the conversation, four generations of the Shao family also said that Miao Shen was definitely a great celestial being.
Good wine makes one's face flushed, and wealth stirs the heart.
Pang Zhendong and his son Pang Gaoming fell for the Shao family's scheme of using one enemy to devour another, and actually came to Yong'an Village to find Xing San.
They were all native to this area and made their living in the mountains. As the saying goes, you can't avoid seeing each other all the time. Xing San recognized the Pang family father and son, but they had never interacted before.
When Xing San first saw the Pang family father and son walking towards him, he recognized them but didn't say anything.
Seeing Pang Zhendong smiling at him, Xing San didn't think much of it and simply nodded slightly in response. Then, Xing San deliberately moved to the right, making way for the Pang father and son.
Xing San had just finished breakfast at the Zhao family's house. He was going back to wash the clothes he had changed out of that morning.
Previously, Xing San's outer clothes and trousers were washed whenever Wang Meilan or Jin Xiaomei did laundry. However, Xing San was embarrassed to let others wash his inner clothes and underwear.
But the old man himself didn't want to wash his clothes. Back when he lived in the mountains, he didn't have underwear or vests, so he would just put on a cotton-padded jacket and trousers.
Now that he's come down from the mountain to live a better life, Wang Meilan has arranged new clothes for him from head to toe. And everyone he's with every day is clean and tidy, so Xing San has started to follow suit and become clean as well.
Zhao Jun knew Xing San's predicament, so he instructed Zhang Yuanmin and Li Baoyu. Just yesterday, when Zhang Yuanmin and Li Baoyu went to the forest farm to pick up household appliances, they even bought a washing machine for Xing San.
These days, there are no fully automatic washing machines. Haier washing machines have two drums: the left one is for soaking and washing, and the right one is for spinning.
Once the washing machine was brought back, Zhang Yuanmin taught Xing San how to use it. This old man could even set a trap, how could he not understand a washing machine? Having this appliance all of a sudden, Lao Shan Gouzi found it quite interesting; he'd already washed his clothes yesterday, and today he washed them again after changing them.
As Xing San walked home, he marveled at how good life he could still live.
Just then, Pang Zhendong deliberately moved a step to the left, intentionally blocking Xing San's path.
Xing San is ruthless, but he won't lay a hand on anyone who provokes him. For example, if someone bumps into him or steps on his foot in everyday life, a sensible person would say, "Sorry, sir," or a shy person would just smile at Xing San, and the matter would be over.
But if the other party is in the wrong first and then turns around and curses at Xing San, or glares at him, Xing San definitely won't stand for it.
At this moment, Pang Zhendong's behavior was tantamount to picking a fight. Xing San glared at Pang Zhendong and asked bluntly, "What?"
"Brother," Pang Zhendong smiled at Xing San, then asked, "Don't you recognize me?"
“I know you,” Xing San said firmly. “Aren’t you Blind Pang?”
Northeasterners tend to speak in a rather harsh tone. Especially their generation, who speak with a falling intonation, making their sentences sound like criticisms.
It's said that you shouldn't insult someone by revealing their shortcomings. Everyone calls him "Blind Pang" behind his back; almost no one would call him that to his face like Xing San does.
But that was Xing San's temperament, something Pang Zhendong had heard about, especially since he needed to speak with Xing San. Therefore, Pang Zhendong didn't mind Xing San's attitude and acted very magnanimously, smiling at Xing San and saying, "Brother..."
"Who do you call 'brother'?" Xing San interrupted Pang Zhendong rudely, saying, "Your dad Pang San is about the same age as me, and you call yourself my brother?"
"I..." Pang Zhendong was speechless after Xing San's rebuke. After all, most people value personal relationships and social etiquette. Who would be so ruthless as to not show any mercy to someone?
"Get up! Get out of the way!" Xing San raised his hand and said, "Don't fucking block my way."
“Brother… no, Uncle Xing.” After Pang Zhendong made way, he quickly caught up with Xing San and said, “I’m here because I have something to discuss with you.”
Upon hearing this, Xing San paused, glanced at Pang Zhendong, and asked, "What's the matter?"
Pang Zhendong smiled and said, "Where is your hometown? My son and I can go tell your family about it."
"No way." Xing San refused outright, saying, "If you have something to say, say it now. If not, then don't say anything."
Pang Zhendong knew the old man was stubborn, so he immediately glanced around. Seeing no one was around, he leaned closer to Xing San and whispered, "I heard you've got a good-looking guy..."
Upon hearing Pang Zhendong's words, Xing San remained expressionless. But in that instant, the old man's eyes widened in surprise.
At the same time, Xing San subconsciously reached his right hand towards his lower back.
But to his surprise, he touched nothing.
The old man hasn't been carrying a knife around lately. Firstly, things are quiet in the village, and nobody bothers him. Secondly, on the day the Zhao family slaughtered their pig before the New Year, Zhou Chunming subtly hinted at something to the old man.
Zhou Chunming spoke very directly that day, so directly that Zhao Jun was worried that Xing San might suddenly become enraged.
But Xing San just liked to be straightforward, and he really listened to what Zhou Chunming said.
Xing San didn't want to cause trouble for Zhao Jun, and he was living a very comfortable life right now. Lao Shan Gouzi also wanted to enjoy a couple of peaceful years.
But unexpectedly, when he stopped causing trouble, trouble came to him instead.
Realizing he hadn't brought a knife, Xing San wasn't intimidated and immediately yelled at Pang Zhendong, "Get lost! Get the hell out of here!"
"Uncle Xing, what are you doing? Let me tell you..." Pang Zhendong said, raising his hand to support Xing San's arm.
He believed he meant no harm; he simply wanted to sit down with Xing San and have a good chat. If the ginseng was in Xing San's hands, he would offer a price he thought would impress Xing San and then buy it back.
Seeing Pang Zhendong reach out to him, Xing San suddenly flung his arm away and shouted angrily, "You pretty girl! Get lost!"
Upon hearing Xing San start cursing, Pang Zhendong didn't react much, but Pang Gaoming was the first to object.
"You old bastard, shut the hell up..." Pang Gaoming raised his hand and pointed at Xing San, but before he could finish speaking, Xing San slapped him across the face.
Pang Gaoming dodged backward, avoiding Xing San's slap, and then pushed Xing San, causing him to stumble.
Xing San is seventy years old. He's physically strong, but he's still not as good as a young man. His strength lies not only in his ruthlessness but also in his sharp knife.
A sharp knife is more dangerous than a cleaver; once it pierces the skin, it can be fatal. Moreover, sharp knives are difficult to defend against; even parrying is a struggle.
Xing San stepped back and leaned against a willow lattice tent belonging to a family. The tent supported Xing San's body, and once the old man regained his balance, his eyes instantly reddened.
Having not been treated like this for years, Xing San was determined to fight the father and son even without a knife in his hand.
Just then, a loud shout came from not far away: "What are you doing?"
"Hmm?" Pang Zhendong and Pang Gaoming looked in the direction of the sound and saw a little old lady carrying a net bag and two yellow oil paper packages, walking quickly towards them.
"I'm so pretty!" At this moment, Xing San leaped forward and swung his fist at Pang Gaoming.
Pang Gaoming, who had been distracted, snapped out of his daze and took a punch from Xing San. Then, Xing San was grabbed by the arm by Pang Zhendong.
"Uncle Xing, what's going on here?" Pang Zhendong shouted. "My son and I are here to discuss something with you!"
"Discuss my ass!" This curse wasn't spoken by Xing San, but by the old lady carrying the things.
They saw her coming over, but Pang Zhendong and Pang Gaoming didn't pay any attention. What could a short, blind old lady do to them?
This is what you call being blind to someone's greatness. If it were just an ordinary old lady, it wouldn't be a big deal, but the key is that she is Xie Sunshi!
At this moment, Xie Sunshi arrived behind Pang Zhendong. Seeing Pang Zhendong grabbing Xing San's arm, Xie Sunshi swung her arm, and the net and the butter paper package instantly flew into the air.
The yellow paper package was one thing; it contained steamed rice cakes and shortbread, so it wouldn't break even if you hit someone. But the net bag contained two canned peaches and two bottles of Xifeng liquor!
The banquet held by the Zhao family the day before yesterday opened Xie Sunshi's eyes, and she couldn't wait to host one herself, so that those villagers in her hometown who looked down on her could see what was going on.
So early this morning, Xie Sunshi went to the convenience store and bought four gifts, thinking that she would go see Liu Tiezui with the old lady later.
Despite Liu Tiezui's poor health, he still drinks two ounces of wine every day. Knowing his preferences, Xie Sun specially selected two bottles of fine wine.
In her desperation, Xie Sun stuffed the canned food and wine over Pang Zhendong's head.
With a sharp crack, the canned food jar shattered, the wine bottle shattered, and his head was smashed. Canned soup, liquor, and blood flowed down from the top of Pang Zhendong's head.
"Father!" Before Pang Gaoming could finish his exclamation, Pang Zhendong collapsed to the ground.
Pang Gaoming cursed angrily, pushed Xing San, who was lunging at him, outwards with both hands, and shoved him onto the tent. Then, Pang Gaoming kicked Xie Sunshi in the left hip.
It's too late, but it's soon.
Before Xie Sunshi could react, she was kicked. However, she was much stronger than Xing San; after being kicked by Pang Gaoming, Xie Sunshi only staggered two steps to the side. Once she regained her balance, she immediately threw the two yellow oil paper packets she was holding at Pang Gaoming.
Just as Pang Gaoming raised his arm to block the yellow oil paper package, he heard a delicate shout: "Pretty, wow!"
The Pang family father and son were also unlucky, first encountering the tigress and then the beautiful demon.
Seeing Li Tongyun rushing towards Pang Gaoming, Li Ruhai hurriedly shouted, "Miss, don't let him get hurt!"
Every day when Li Dazhi and Lin Xue went to work, they would take Li Tongyun to the Zhao family's house. But if Li Tongyun didn't arrive at the Zhao family's house by the time they went to work, Wang Meilan would know that Li Dazhi and his wife were not on time that day, and then she would send someone to pick up Li Tongyun.
This wasn't done out of concern for Li Tongyun's safety, but rather out of concern for the safety of others.
At this moment, Li Tongyun couldn't hear what Li Ruhai was shouting at all; she only saw Pang Gaoming pushing Xing San and hitting Jie Sunshi.
If our own people are bullied by outsiders, how can we stand it?
Seeing a pretty, delicate-looking girl running towards him, Pang Gaoming didn't think much of it. Judging by appearance alone, Li Tongyun seemed like the kind of harmless little rabbit.
At this moment, Pang Gaoming thought that even if Li Tongyun rushed over, she would only criticize him a couple of times, or at most scratch him a couple of times.
In Pang Gaoming's opinion, one slap would be enough to deal with a girl like this.
To his surprise, Li Tongyun was still two meters away from him when she suddenly rose into the air. Immediately afterward, the sole of her leather shoe slammed heavily into Pang Gaoming's chest.
Pang Gaoming was kicked away by Li Tongyun and crashed into the willow canopy of that family. This kick was much more powerful than the two kicks he had given Xing San. The large willow canopy instantly went from being perpendicular to the ground to being at a forty-five-degree angle to the ground.
Pang Gaoming, supporting himself on the curtain, struggled to his feet. As soon as he stood up, Jie Sunshi and Li Tongyun's fists rained down on his head like a storm.
After taking two punches, Pang Gaoming saw stars and instinctively raised his arms to protect his head.
Just then, Li Tongyun kicked Pang Gaoming in the stomach, knocking him down and causing him to fall over the family's tent.
Even so, Li Tongyun did not give up. She stepped forward from the tent and kicked Pang Gaoming in the face with her leather shoe.
Upon seeing this, Xie Sun rushed forward and kicked Pang Gaoming hard.
Seeing that the old man and the young man had beaten Pang Gaoming to the ground and he was no longer moving, Xing San hurriedly shouted, "Sister, Xiao Yun, stop hitting him!"
Old Mountain Dog never imagined in his seventy-plus years of life that he would one day be the one mediating a fight!
(End of this chapter)