Chapter 290 Lingzhi

"Uncle Yaozi, your snake medicine is really effective." The fat man took a bite of the big cake, then picked up a chopstick of wild vegetables from the pot, swallowed it in his stomach with a few clicks, then picked up the wine bottle, and took a big mouthful. How could he see that he was still unconscious just now.

Lao Yaozi chuckled twice and said to himself: The fat man's physique is really amazing. It seems that all the snake venom is removed, and he can eat and drink, and there is nothing left.

When everyone saw that the fat man was eating sweetly, they remembered that they hadn't eaten. So they picked up chopsticks and ate them voraciously.

When the fat man saw it, he said heartlessly: "It's true that you are all waiting for you. Why are you waiting? I'll eat it myself when I wake up, so you don't need to accompany you."

Lao Yaozi glared at him: Sleep a little? Talking lightly, you may not be able to wake up after this, do you know?

Actually, the fat man really didn't know that after he had enough food and drink, he slapped his mouth: "Where is that damn snake?"

"I've asked me to solve it." Wang Sanpao replied. When he saw the fat man bitten by a poisonous snake, he was so angry that he waved his knife to cut the poisonous snake into several pieces, and even the bag of noodles was cut out several holes.

The fat man scratched the back of his head and said mysteriously: "Guess, why am I bitten by a poisonous snake?"

"I guess it was because you saw it with two black eyebrows, and you thought it was the same as the one at home, and you wanted to catch it and catch the rat." Lao Yaozi then had the intention to cut out the snake gallbladder and soak the bile in the wine bottle.

"No, I found a good thing in the woods, and my eyes were attracted by it, so I ignored the poisonous snake below. Otherwise, with my skills, I could still be bitten by the snake!"

"Don't brag, what is it? Is it a seldom? "When Lao Yaozi heard it, he immediately became energetic. The fat man found a seldom in this forest last year.

The fat man shook his head: "No, guess again."

"Can it still be Lao Shan ginseng?" Wang Sanpao was also seduced by the fat man.

"Not that, let me tell you, it's a Ganoderma lucidum." The fat man smiled and announced the answer.

"I thought it was something good. There was too much Ganoderma lucidum on our mountain, and there was nothing new. I don't need this to soak in wine. It usually takes two or three years and has no energy. Ganoderma lucidum is precious only in the past." When Lao Yaozi heard it was Ganoderma lucidum, he looked disappointed. Every year he entered the mountain, he could see several Ganoderma lucidum plants, and he was usually unwilling to pick them.

"No way?" The fat man slapped his forehead: "If that happens, I will die unjustly. I was injured for a worthless broken thing."

Wang Sanpao couldn't help but comfort the fat man: "Not necessarily, what if I meet someone who is old. Besides, since the Ganoderma lucidum you saw is protected by a poisonous snake, it might have become a climate."

By the way, many animals rely on instinct to feel the attraction of some rare objects to them, and consciously or unconsciously wait by their side, so Wang Sanpao said this.

The fat man recalled the experience of discovering Ganoderma lucidum, and strengthened his opinion, so he jumped up from the ground: "Let's go, let's go and take a look now."

"Take it down, it's dark and we'd better go and see it tomorrow, anyway, I can't escape if I put it there." Lao Yaozi pressed the fat man down again.

The fat man turned his eyes and stopped insisting: "Eat and drink enough, it's time for us to go to bed. As soon as I woke up, I stayed for a vigil. You all go into the tent."

Of course, Li Qiang and the others disagreed: "Brother Fat, you're a bad guy, no matter how you say it, you won't need you now." After that, he pushed and shoved the fat man into the tent.

There was nothing wrong all night, and early the next morning, the fat man crawled out and shouted, "Uncle Yaozi, get up, look at my Ganoderma lucidum."

Lao Yaozi was not very motivated, but the fat man pulled him into the woods with his arm. Old Lin was also interested and naturally followed him, while others packed up their things in the camp and prepared breakfast.

"Look, that's it." The fat man pointed to the stump with Ganoderma lucidum with his hand, then shouted carefully. The red tassel gun in his hand suddenly flew into the air, and a curved, thin and long thing flew into the air.

"See clearly, okay? That's a tree root." Lao Yaozi muttered.

The fat man scratched his hair a little embarrassedly: "I was bitten by a snake, I've been afraid of the rope for ten years."

Lao Yaozi and Mr. Lin squatted next to the tree stump and observed the purple-red Ganoderma lucidum. Under the nourishment of morning dew, Ganoderma lucidum, one large, two small and three umbrella covers became more and more shiny.

Lao Yaozi flicked it gently with his hand, and saw some yellow powder coming out from under the umbrella cover. The fat man looked at it and wondered: Can Ganoderma lucidum still smoke?

Mr. Lin and Lao Yaozi looked at each other, then nodded together: "This Ganoderma lucidum is at least fifty years old. Fatty, I didn't expect you to meet the treasure."

"Hehe, I just said that you will have to get a little bit of injury to be rewarded." The fat man grinned and his heart was always bright. Although he didn't know what Ganoderma lucidum was for fifty years, it must be a good thing.

"Uncle Yaozi, how can I determine the year of Ganoderma lucidum?" The fat man looked at this Ganoderma lucidum, and still had some questions in his heart that he could not solve them.

"The main thing is to look at the patterns on it, which is similar to the annual rings of trees. The Ganoderma lucidum here grows very slowly. After experiencing the severe cold and heat, it will leave some marks of life every year." Lao Yaozi continued to solve the problem of fat people. It was the first time he encountered Ganoderma lucidum that had been like this for many years.

The fat man looked at the largest umbrella cover, which was about the size of a plate, and the ones on both sides were smaller, about the same as the mouth of a bowl. The layers of cloud-like patterns on the umbrella cover should be what Lao Yaozi mentioned in the annual rings.

"Is this picking?" The fat man originally wanted to transplant Ganoderma lucidum into a wooden box, but now Lao Yaozi and Mr. Lin also know about this, so he must be more cautious.

"In my opinion, it is best to ask it to continue growing. It is not easy for Ganoderma lucidum to overwinter in winter. It is precisely because of this that the medicinal properties are higher. It is a pity to pick Ganoderma lucidum for decades. "Old Yaozi expressed his thoughts. After meeting the fat man, his thoughts gradually changed. It turned out that when he saw precious medicinal materials, he would immediately pick them without hesitation. After all, only by getting them into his own hands can he truly belong to him.

The fat man subconsciously looked around and said, "What if someone asked to pick him up?"

Everything in the forest is all ownerless, and anyone who sees it belongs to anyone. Even if you set up a sign next to you, it will not work.

Lao Yaozi nodded in agreement, and then he heard the fat man say again: "Uncle Yaozi, do you think it's okay if you even get the big tree stump below back?"

"You can definitely live, but Ganoderma lucidum absorbs the spiritual energy of the mountains and forests, which is why it is today. If you get it to the foot of the mountain, it will probably be just a sign of it. It is better to pick it now." Mr. Lin once saw artificially cultivated Ganoderma lucidum, which can grow into a few months. Although the appearance is as imaginable as Ganoderma lucidum, it is almost the same as mushrooms. It is just a fungal plant. It can be called "zhi", but it is not "spiritual".

The fat man smacked his lips: "This thing is similar to that of human ginseng. Artificially cultivated carrots. Only real wild ginseng is the genuine product. I think we will transplant it into the ginseng garden."

"You still have to go to the garden?" Mr. Lin was very surprised.

"I'm talking nonsense." The fat man then realized that he had been hiding the matter of attending the park from Mr. Lin, so he yelled: "It was built in front of the radar station. I originally wanted to take you to have a look, but the soldiers caught you and forgot about it, and waited to see it again when they went back."

Mr. Lin nodded: "There are fewer and fewer real wild ginseng now, and even if there are, it is not enough. If a wild ginseng cultivation base can be established, it will be a little worse than actually growing in the old forest, but it is still rare."

"We also think this way. Now there are four or five ginseng trees in it for ten years, and the others are one or two years old, and they still need to develop slowly." The fat man couldn't help but sigh.

"Haha, little fat man, don't worry, I'm not the one who kills chickens to get eggs." Mr. Lin has been sophisticated for a long time, so of course the fat man's little thoughts cannot be hidden from him.

The fat man grabbed his head: "We don't believe others, but dare not believe that you are old? You came on behalf of the Party Central Committee."

Several people couldn't help but look at each other and laugh, then, remember the location, and walked out of the forest together. When they were about to go down the mountain, they were transporting the Ganoderma lucidum back.

After a simple breakfast, everyone continued to set off. Mr. Lin and Lao Yaozi focused on collecting herbs, while the fat man focused on collecting saplings. What is rare is that he saw a lot of yew along the way, and some of them must be over hundreds of years old.

Of course, the fat man would not be polite, so he would pick small saplings to dig. If all the saplings in the forest near Kaoshantun were included, it would be enough to plant more than a dozen acres of yew.

As the altitude increases, the temperature becomes lower and lower, especially in the morning and evening, which is almost the same as when spring is just beginning.

Fortunately, everyone was ready and put on fur coats. Only fat people were like nothing, and they were just two big cloth shirts. Everyone was arguing, and fat people were just resistant to freezing.

The surrounding woods are gradually changing, most of which are coniferous forests. Occasionally, there is a birch or birch forest. Other shrubs and grasses are growing very low and are almost entering the alpine tundra.

That night, camped in a mountain birch forest. The fat man also knew that he would reach the top of the mountain tomorrow and would be lucky to see the seven-star Tianchi again.

Thinking of this, the fat man's heart moved, and a black spine and a flag-like dorsal fin suddenly appeared in his mind.

"I hope I can see this guy again this time." An expectation surged in the fat man's heart.

Mr. Lin stood in front of Yuebi forest, looking at the vicissitudes of life and silent for a long time. The fat man could understand his mood at this moment. Wasn't that the fat man saw the iron birch for the first time?

"Just like this, never bow your head, without regrets." Mr. Lin finally sighed. The iron bones of this iron birch tree are really admirable.

"Old Lin, I will take you to see a good thing, they grow specifically in the iron birch forest." The fat man suddenly moved his heart: Should he also get a batch of iron birch seedlings to take them back and keep them for planting alpine Rhodiola.

However, if Rhodiola is transplanted from the mountains, can it still be called "alpine" Rhodiola? Without the baptism of the dangerous environment like the plateau, will they still have the original therapeutic effect?

In front of a clump of high mountain Rhodiola, the fat man told Mr. Lin about his concerns.

Mr. Lin pondered for a while, then asked back: "A soldier, if he had not experienced the rain of bullets on the battlefield, he would never be considered a real soldier."
Chapter completed!