Chapter 1725
Luck is truly heaven-defying
Wang An, Mu Xueli, and Wang Li were all stunned when they saw the ginseng seedling.
However, Wang An then said while laughing loudly:
"Hahahaha. Xiao Zhong, what's with all the excitement? This is clearly a seedling with six leaves, and you're calling it a fifth and a half! This fork is just a little small, but it's still a fork, hahahaha."
Wang An's laughter immediately made Wang Li and Mu Xueli laugh along. When Huang Zhong heard Wang An say that it was a seedling with six leaves, he was first surprised and then grinned foolishly.
After laughing, Wang An patted Huang Zhong on the shoulder and praised him with a smile:
"Great job, Xiao Zhong! You're amazing! You're a huge hero for our ginseng gang today, hahaha!"
If Huang Zhong had discovered such a large quantity of goods in any other ginseng guild, he would have been hailed as a paragon by the guild members.
Because once you find a large shipment, people will proactively offer you water, cigarettes, and light your cigarettes; they will also proactively massage your back, legs, and shoulders; and you'll be the first to pick up your chopsticks at mealtimes.
Not only will you not have to do any of the chores that day, you won't even have to take turns keeping watch at night.
In short, in a normal gang, as long as someone finds a big shipment, their status will instantly soar to almost the same level as the gang leader, and everyone will look up to them.
There's no way around it, because in reality, although a ginseng gang travels almost year-round from "Fangyacao Market" to "Qinglangtou Market," from "Honglangtou Market" to "Fangsaozhou Market," the chances of a gang finding a large quantity of ginseng are extremely low.
It's quite normal for people to go into the mountains for a month, until they run out of food and are forced to come down, without even finding a single ginseng plant.
So, you can imagine what it would feel like to spend a month in the mountains, not eating or sleeping well every day, and constantly worrying about flash floods, falling trees, wild animals, and all sorts of other terrible things, only to end up with absolutely nothing to show for it.
Therefore, if someone in the ginseng gang can find a large quantity of ginseng, it will be a perfect turning point for the entire gang's trip into the mountains, and it is understandable that the gang members will praise the person who finds the large quantity to the skies.
Because no matter what, this trip to the mountains wasn't a waste, as all members of the ginseng gang would receive a share of the money.
However, it is worth noting that the term "large-scale" here refers to ginseng that is 50 years or older, meaning that ginseng with four or more leaves is considered, not just those with five or six leaves.
In normal ginseng digging, where there are no old ginseng fields and the ginseng diggers rely solely on their experience and observation of the terrain to find ginseng, finding even one or two seedlings with four leaves is considered extremely lucky.
After all, there are very few old houses in the area, so how could they be known by so many people?
When it comes to ginseng digging, the normal procedure is for experienced ginseng diggers to lead the search for places where ginseng might grow.
Wang An's praise kept Huang Zhong smiling, and Wang Li and Mu Xueli also praised him in turn:
"It has to be Xiao Zhong, Xiao Zhong is our lucky star."
"Absolutely. Xiao Zhong found both of them. We should learn from him."
The three men's praise made Huang Zhong feel shy; his face turned red, and he seemed rather at a loss for words.
Huang Zhong's performance only made Wang An laugh even louder.
After laughing, Wang An gave the instructions:
"Xue Li, stop arranging the sticks and bring out this sixth-grade leafy big club first."
Mu Xueli immediately took out her tools and agreed with a big smile:
"Okay, brother-in-law."
Turning his head, Wang An smiled and said to Huang Zhong:
"Xiao Zhong, you found this ginseng stick. Although our ginseng gang doesn't do things like other ginseng gangs, you've done a good job today. Now you can go back and rest if you want, or continue practicing ginseng sticks with us, or you can help your brother Mu. The choice is yours, hahahaha."
After a pause, Wang An chuckled and said, "Hey Xiao Zhong, this is your only chance. You won't get this treatment next time you find a big truck, hehehehe."
The way the four were divided was roughly determined by Wang An based on their respective abilities and strengths; this method of distribution did not exist in other hunting gangs or ginseng gangs.
If it were like other ginseng-gathering gangs, with Huang Zhong's current abilities, he would only be a "pot carrier," and he would only get a very small share of the money each time he went into the mountains. If the ginseng-gathering gang didn't get anything, he wouldn't get a single penny.
The "serving pot" mentioned here refers to the role of someone responsible for cooking and taking care of the daily needs of the gang members.
So fundamentally, no matter who finds the large shipment, there's no such thing as special treatment.
After Wang An finished speaking, Huang Zhong immediately waved his hand and said:
"Brother, don't say that. What merit did I achieve? I just got lucky. I'm not going back to rest. I'm not tired. I'll continue practicing with the sticks."
The thrill of finding such a large quantity of ginseng had become so intense that Huang Zhong was now completely addicted to it. Asking him to go back and rest would be unbearable for him.
Wang An laughed heartily and said:
"Alright, let's keep lining up and find more big ones."
Upon hearing this, Huang Zhong immediately said with great confidence:
"Yeah, brother, I'm sure I can find another big shipment."
Wang An smiled and patted Huang Zhong on the shoulder to encourage him before returning to his own spot where he was practicing his rope-pulling technique.
And so, Mu Xueli stayed behind to dig for ginseng, while Wang An, Wang Li, and Huang Zhong continued to play with sticks.
It must be said that there are a lot of ginseng in this old embankment that has been untouched for over a hundred years.
Of course, Huang Zhong was also really lucky.
Because just four or five meters after the three of them had walked, Huang Zhong exclaimed in a low voice again:
"wooden club!"
After Huang Zhong finished speaking, Wang Li, who was closest to him, immediately asked:
"What grade of leaf?"
Huang Zhong's face flushed red, and he spoke with great excitement as he counted the numbers:
"One, two, three, four, four-grade leaves, are four-grade leaves."
At this moment, Wang An also looked at Huang Zhong and couldn't help but sigh in his heart: Huang Zhong's luck is truly heaven-defying!
Wang Li then asked:
How many seedlings?
Huang Zhong glanced at the ginseng, then at Wang An, paused for a second, and then said:
“Full, the whole mountain is covered in them.”
Wang An planted the staff in the ground again and walked towards Huang Zhong, saying happily:
"Xiao Zhong's luck is truly unmatched! He found three seedlings of clubs in such a short time."
Wang Li said with great envy:
"Wow, that's incredible! One seedling is grade six, another is grade four, and yet another is a key to unlocking the mountain. Their luck is unbeatable!" (End of Chapter)