Accidentally Born in the ‘60s:

In the Northeast, the older generation of ginseng diggers are very particular about ginseng digging. Like the professional ginseng diggers, they must first pay homage to the mountain gods, and also tie a red rope with a big money to the Solo stick, and tie the other end to the Solo stick. on ginseng.

Old Li's family is not a special ginseng digger, and there is no so-called Solo stick. The branches in his hand can be replaced, but the red rope and all kinds of ginseng digging tools are not available. The old lady drew a boxy frame around the ginseng leaves with a branch, then found four sticks and inserted them into the four corners, and stood there dumbfounded.

Zhen Zhen looked at Mrs. Li's strange behavior in confusion, Wang Sufen was also confused: "Mother, what are you doing?"

Ms. Li looked at the ginseng leaves and said, "I used to go up the mountain with your father-in-law to pick ginseng when I was young, so it's a lot more old. I don't think about it. Yes, what if I dig for ginseng and run away?"

Wang Sufen has heard the legend about ginseng since she was a child. At least the story of this ginseng turning into a doll wearing a red belly pocket was heard from a young age. In the Northeast, it is well known to women and children that a red thread must be tied to dig ginseng. common sense. When she thought of this, she panicked. She groped for her pockets, but couldn't find anything. She could only look at Mrs. Li at a loss: "How about I go home and get the red thread?"

Zhen Zhen stood beside her with a speechless expression. She originally wanted Mrs. Li and Wang Sufen to dig out the ginseng by themselves, so that they could spend some time and increase their sense of achievement. So complicated. Zhen Zhen looked at Mrs. Li's posture, she still didn't seem to dare to dig ginseng just like that, she could only use her consciousness to hold it under the ginseng.

Wang Sufen was worried about ginseng and didn't know what to do when she suddenly saw the leaves of ginseng move, and the ginseng in the ground slowly emerged, which immediately frightened her. Wang Sufen turned around and hugged Zhen Zhen in her arms to protect her, and pointed at the ginseng leaves, her lips trembling: "Mother, take a look, the ginseng climbed out and was about to run away."

Mr. Li was furious at this stupid daughter-in-law from time to time. She hurried over to cover Wang Sufen's mouth and twisted her waist again. Only then did Wang Sufen come back to her senses. She looked around, closed her mouth and listened quietly. Seeing that no one was coming, she wiped the sweat from her forehead with a guilty conscience. Mrs. Li has experienced a lot in her life, and her head is turning fast. She has a granddaughter who is capable of her own. She doesn't believe that ginseng can run under your nose.

Sure enough, with the emergence of ginseng, more than half of the whole ginseng has come out, and a root is trying to move out. This ginseng whisker can be said to be the most delicate part of the ginseng body, and it is particularly easy to break. Professional ginseng pickers use deer bone needles to peel them off with soil and carefully take them out. Mrs. Li didn't have these things on hand, which was why she didn't dare to dig ginseng.

But this kind of thing is not a problem in Zhen Zhen, it only took a minute or two, and the ginseng came out of the soil on its own, with all the beards and tails, and there was not a single fluff on the body. .

"Mother!" Wang Sufen stared at the ginseng on the ground, her tongue knotted, "Why do I think this ginseng looks like a human being, won't it become fine?"

"How can it be so easy to become a fine." Mrs. Li raised her head and glanced at her, carefully picked up the ginseng with her fingers and let it go, and her face suddenly showed a happy expression: "This ginseng is not light, it is just It’s not much less than a pound.”

As the saying goes, "Seven liang is a ginseng, and eight liang is a treasure." The ginseng made by Zhen Zhen is a pound in weight, so it can be said to be a treasure. Looking at it, there are six main whiskers, and the longest must be fifty centimeters, which is really rare. It's a good thing, but how to take it home, Wang Sufen is a little worried: "The beard is so long and it can't be broken, how can we take it back? If the beard is broken, what can I fix?"

Ms. Li has experience with this. She found a shovel from the wicker basket she brought, and found a thick birch from the side, and carefully peeled off a large piece of bark from the top. Lay on the ground. She first spread a thick layer of moss and black soil next to the ginseng, and then called Wang Sufen. The two of them held the head and the whiskers, carefully placed the ginseng on the bark, and found some long and tough ones. The straw was bundled, and the ginseng was tightly wrapped so that it was not exposed at all, and then it was safely placed in the wicker basket.

Zhen Zhen saw that Mrs. Li had finished cleaning up, so she threw the last wild fruit in Li Mingzhong's mouth, stood up again and continued to run forward.

Seeing this, Mrs. Li hurriedly followed. Seeing that Zhen Zhen was leading the way, she couldn't help but ask her: "Bao, where are we going? If you have this person, you won't be fooled. Don't dig any more, I don't know how to go back and fix this one."

Zhen Zhen tilted her head and looked at Mrs. Li, revealing a few small white teeth: "Make some wine for Dad."

"You can pull it." Wang Sufen couldn't help roaring out: "I tell you, girl, this ginseng you are looking for is a treasure. How can it be a hundred years old? Is it a mother!"

Mrs. Li nodded: "No problem for four or five hundred years."

Wang Sufen slapped her thigh, her face full of pain: "It's just such a baby, let's take it home and keep it well, if you give it to your father to make wine, it's a waste, just a little bit on the ginseng. I'm afraid I'll make up for his nosebleeds."

"It's not that bad." Mrs. Li nodded again and again: "I'll put it on the beam of our house when I get home, and watch it three times a day. If it wasn't for burning incense or something now, I'd have to offer it to it. Get up."

Zhen Zhen looked at Mrs. Li helplessly, but she is small now, so she can't say many words to persuade her, so she can only search around, and found a ginseng that is 40 or 50 years old , hooked his hand towards it, the ginseng jumped out of the soil and landed directly on Zhen Zhen's hand.

Zhen Zhen handed the ginseng to Mrs. Li and insisted: "Make wine for Dad."

Old Mrs. Li looked at the ginseng in Zhen Zhen's hand with a speechless face, she could only cut another piece of bark and wrap it up: "Okay, okay, just use this ginseng to make wine, don't dig it anymore, ha, There aren't that many beams in our house, so I have nowhere to hide."

Zhen Zhen remembered that she didn't have bicycles and sewing machines, which are the three most popular items, and quickly suggested: "Take the money to buy bicycles and sewing machines."

"Are you jealous of your grandmother Zhao's big bicycle?" Mrs. Li and Wang Sufen smiled and put a thick layer of moss and black soil into the bark: "Let's keep the big ones at home and put them in the bark. I've sold this little one, I'll ask it later to see if the supply and marketing agency will accept it, and if I can sell it, I'll buy a radio first, and you can listen to it during the day, so it won't be boring."

Zhen Zhen then grinned. While the two were tying ginseng, she walked to the birch tree that had been stripped of two pieces of bark one after another, and placed her small hand on the trunk. New bark had grown again, and a little green was emerging from the towering branches.

Li Mingzhong followed the mountain road for over an hour. Although he ate some wild fruits with Zhen Zhen, he was only a few months old after all, and the mountain road that he had traveled so far was his limit. Li Mingzhong stretched out his tongue and gasped for a few breaths, then barked a few times, Zhen Zhen heard him say that she was tired, so she stopped in a hurry, squatted down and stroked his back with her small hands.

"Is it better?" Zhen Zhen tilted her head and looked at Li Mingzhong.

Li Mingzhong felt that his back was warm and his four legs had regained some strength, Wang Sufen saw that Zhen Zhen was not leaving, she just thought she was tired, and hurriedly went over and hugged everyone and the dog in her arms: " Baby, we've been out for a long time, why don't we go home earlier?"

Zhen Zhen looked into the deep mountain, and looked a little unfinished: "But I haven't had enough."

"I'll be here tomorrow." Wang Sufen said quickly, "Why don't you have to pretend to turn over the floor? You have to do it ten or eight times."

Zhen Zhen smiled: "That's fine, I'll come back tomorrow."

Wang Sufen adjusted the posture in her arms, let Zhen Zhen sit with her arms around Li Mingzhong, and Mrs. Li followed behind with a wicker basket on her back. The two pheasants fluttered their wings and fell into the wicker basket carried by Mrs. Li. Mrs. Li hurriedly took off the basket and grabbed the pheasants: "My ancestors, we still have ginseng in the basket. , what if it was smashed by a pheasant?"

Zhen Zhen smiled at Mrs. Li: "Then it's all stewed."

Mr. Li grabbed some wild vegetables from the side and held a bundle of pheasant legs upside down in her hand, she did not forget to explain to Zhen Zhen: "Don't think that ginseng is a good thing, but this thing can't be eaten easily, like we The old ginseng I got today is a treasure used by big families to hang their lives in the past.”

Wang Sufen looked at Mrs. Li with chicken in her hand and ginseng in her basket, and she felt a little happy in her heart: "Mother, you said that our family Zhen Zhen would not be a mountain **** in her previous life, otherwise, where would you find it on this mountain? She knows everything about ginseng? Then she also listens to pheasant and wild fruit."

Old Mrs. Li shook her head hesitantly: "Then the fish in the river also listen to Zhen Zhen, and the mountain **** can still manage the affairs of the water? I think Zhen Zhen was previously designated as a higher official than the mountain god."

"Mother is right." Wang Sufen thought for a while and then said, "Isn't it the **** of the land? That river is also on the land, and it is also within the jurisdiction of the **** of the land."

Mrs. Li pouted and wondered, "But the land **** is as big as the mountain god."

Zhen Zhen buried her head on Li Mingzhong and listened to the joy: In her last life, she was a student from a small house to a big one. Her biggest dream was to open a flower shop. Unfortunately, this dream is only one step away from being realized. But now it's not bad, Zhen Zhen looked around at the towering trees around her: They are all mine!

As she goes to the mountains to dig the ground every day, Mrs. Li has more and more good things in her house. She hides a small pound of ginseng on the beam of her house, and a basin on top of the kang piano. There is still a big Lingzhi, and there is a half-cloth bag of small Lingzhi in the box, Zhen Zhen told her to drink water to prolong her life.

The granddaughter's heart is full of love. Although Mrs. Li's liver hurts, she has to boil water and start soaking Ganoderma lucidum every day under the supervision of Zhen Zhen. Fortunately, this thing is hard. How can a piece of Ganoderma lucidum the size of a fingernail be soaked for a month. Mrs. Li reckons that this bag will be enough to drink until she is a hundred years old, if she can live that long.

The granddaughter is getting more and more capable. When old lady Li and Wang Sufen were alone, they told her lifelessly. Fortunately, although Zhen Zhenren is small, she is very reliable in this aspect and has never shown anything in front of others. strange. Even if Lao Li's family often has wild animals eating and growing crops, the neighbors all think that her family is lucky, and no one will think about a child.

In the blink of an eye, Osmanthus gave birth to a son when the first snow fell, the first child of the fourth generation, both male and female. Mrs. Li happily wrapped the baby in the quilt that Zhen Zhen used when she was a child. Seeing that Wang Sufen had already helped Osmanthus clean up, she quickly put her great-grandson in Osmanthus' arms and asked her to breastfeed.

Zhen Zhen, wearing a red corduroy jacket, curiously lay on the kang and looked at her eldest nephew, who was two years younger than her, while touching his little hand, she asked Mrs. Li, "Honey, what is the name of the eldest nephew? Ah? Why don't I get him one?"

Li Mingdong, who came back from leave early, shivered with fright, he subconsciously glanced at Li Mingzhong, who was lying at Zhen Zhen's feet, his cheeks twitched: "Old girl, your nephew's father is here, so you don't need to worry about it. Are you okay?"

Zhen Zhen puffed up her chubby little face: "Then you have given me a name, so you don't want me to name my eldest nephew?"

"Aren't you literate yet?" Li Mingdong dared not say anything serious, for fear that one would not make this little ancestor cry. At that time, he would have to pick up the kang regardless of whether he had just become a father or not. The broom knocked him hard.

He looked at Zhen Zhen who was not very satisfied, Li Mingdong gritted his teeth and prepared to sacrifice the name of his next child: "How about waiting for your sister-in-law to be reborn, then let you name it."

Zhen Zhen looked at Li Mingdong's aggrieved appearance, and pursed her lips into joy: "I'll give you a nickname, not a big one."

Li Mingdong breathed a sigh of relief. Now raising children, he likes to marry a local name. As the saying goes, it is easy to support. Li Mingdong pondered that it would be fine no matter how unpleasant Zhen Zhen Qi was. Anyway, it has been called it for a few years. When he is older and goes to school, no one will call him a dirty and ugly nickname. He just needs to give him a good name. He glanced at Zhen Zhen who had an expectant look on his face, and stretched out his hand to hug her on his lap: "Okay, tell me what do you want to name your eldest nephew?"

Zhen Zhen looked at the swaddle in Osmanthus's arms, her body was wrapped in a blanket and she couldn't see anything, but her head was not small when it was exposed, Zhen Zhen looked at her eldest brother and asked him a little embarrassedly : "What if it doesn't sound good?"

"It's fine." Li Mingdong squeezed Zhen Zhen's chubby little chubby hand: "A nickname can make a bad name and make a living."

"Then I can rest assured." Zhen Zhen breathed a sigh of relief: "Let's call it a meat bun."

"Meat Bun?" Ming Dong glanced at Zhen Zhen and asked her hesitantly, "Are you hungry?"

"A little bit!" Zhen Zhen rubbed her stomach and looked at the little nephew in Osmanthus's arms with a serious face: "I felt like I was thinking of a meat bun when I looked at the little nephew's face just now."

Li Mingdong couldn't hold back and pinched Zhen Zhen's face: "No one in our family is more like a meat bun than your face!"