So, before dawn, Liu Qingshan was about to go into the mountain to dig cinnabar roots again.

Just like what my second uncle said, the village has been crazy about land reclamation in recent years. Almost all the surrounding villages are artificial forests. Various native wild forests have suffered unprecedented damage, and the living conditions of various wild plants are becoming increasingly severe.

If you want to find a good cinnabar root, you can only stay away from the village and search in the deep mountains.

The journey to the deep mountains is long, so I can only get up early and set off.

The so-called deep mountains are not the real deep mountains.

There are still many artificial fir forests where Liu Qingshan goes.

However, there are relatively fewer artificial forests here.

It is estimated that it takes half a day to get to the real deep mountains, so when it takes time to dig cinnabar roots, it is impossible for him to spend half a day to go to the real deep mountains. He can only look for the cinnabar roots around such pseudo-deep mountains.

Although these places have artificial forests, there are many native desert forests.

After wandering around the deserted wood for a few hours, Liu Qingshan easily dug dozens of larger cinnabar roots.

Most of these cinnabar roots are green leaves and red back cinnabar roots, but relatively few are.

Although there are not many red-back cinnabar roots today, probably because of the influence of the environment, the cinnabar roots here grow very well. Not only are the leaves lush, red fruits full of them, but they are also tall, which is much more beautiful than the cinnabar roots dug before.

In this way, the price will naturally be much better.

Liu Qingshan was very happy to think that these cinnabar roots were likely to turn into red banknotes by the end of the year.

Sitting under the big tree and eating lunch brought into the mountain, my excitement was beyond words.

According to his current efficiency in working, if he could dig fifty or sixty cinnabar roots a day, and the average price of cinnabar roots is about 100 yuan, his income would be 50,000 or 6,000 that day.

Ten days are 50,000 or 60,000.

Damn, wouldn’t that be 500,000 or 600,000 in those hundred days?

Oh my god, I'm going to get rich!

Liu Qingshan was so happy that he kept piping rice, and laughed out loud from time to time.

Just imagine, even if you can dig cinnabar roots in only two days a year, you will earn about millions of dollars.

Million! Haha, it seems that millionaires are not far away.

However, after thinking about it, Liu Qingshan stopped his smile again. Even if he had so much strength, he would have to dig so many cinnabar roots in the mountains for him to dig.

Moreover, this kind of thing is too ordinary. Once he takes more cinnabar roots and the market is full, then in the later stages, he can't afford to sell at any price.

However, these are all later stories. Let’s dig a wave first, sell a wave, and make a wave of money.

Thinking of this, Liu Qingshan quickly licked the lunch box and swallowed all the oil tea in the bottle.

After having enough tea and food, you have to lean on the big tree to take a nap.

Although I have divine power, I have dug up the cinnabar root for a morning. Even if I am not tired, I will feel a little tired, so I still need some rest.

He sat on the soft grass, leaning against the trunk of the big tree, listening to the chirping of insects and birds in his ears, and slowly closing his eyes.

The afternoon sun gently passes through the dense trees and falls in the forest, mottled on the withered leaves on the ground, and also shines in the evergreen shrubs.

Occasionally, a few naughty little lights and shadows would climb up his cheeks, illuminating the dark and comfortable smile to the extreme brightness.

He raised one hand and stretched across his eyes. The heaven and earth suddenly became dark.

Once the vision dims, a person's sense of smell will become sensitive.

There is the fragrance of trees in the air.

Well, it has the smell of wood, and the fragrance is similar to that of the vine branches.

There is also a pine wood smell. Its tastes stronger, so it is more obvious among many wild woods.

Apart from the fragrance of these trees, there is also the smell of soil, weeds, and some unknown mountain flowers in the air.

Oh, and the smell of sunshine.

These smells are combined together and they cannot be said to be a smell, but they can make people feel at ease and relaxed. When they lie quietly, they will feel like time is still.

It seems that time has stopped here.

It was like, in order to let him sleep for a while, the big tree was trying hard to stretch its branches to cover up the scorching sun for him.

It was like, in order to let him sleep for a while, the mountain flowers were dancing hard, bringing him more fragrance.

It was like, in order to let him sleep for a while, even the soil in the ground was soft and fragrant. When he was intimately touching his clothes, a faint coolness would cover his body...

I don’t know how long I slept, and how much time passed. When Liu Qingshan opened his eyes, the sun was still bright, the clear sky was still cloudless, and the breeze still blew the wild trees, flowers and plants in the mountains.

I rubbed my eyes, stretched my waist, and planned to get up and continue digging cinnabar roots.

However, before he could stand up, a familiar figure immediately came into his eyes.

A huge black shadow was glittering with bright eyes, staring at him motionlessly.

Damn, this is so familiar!

Liu Qingshan subconsciously grabbed the hatchet beside him, without any fear in his heart.

It’s a bit of a loss, it’s better to have it once. It’s impossible for him, Liu Qingshan, to plant it twice on the same species.

The wild boar didn't know if it was the wild boar that stabbed him last time, but judging from the long pair of fangs, it should be.

After all, he was deeply hurt and Liu Qingshan still had a lot of impression on this weapon.

The size is the same as the length is the same, so this big wild boar is probably the same last time.

Liu Qingshan held the hatchet tightly, and a sense of anger suddenly surged from the bottom of his heart.

Damn, it was this damn wild boar that made him a joke for the whole village.

Moreover, it made his anus hurt for half a month.

Today, if there is revenge and revenge, he must turn this big wild boar into winter solstice bacon.

Holding the hatchet, Liu Qingshan slowly stood up, staring at the wild boar without slacking off for a moment.

The wild boar also stared at him with a burning gaze, as if he also recognized that the fool in front of him was the fool who challenged his authority last time.

It hummed with its nose for a few heavy breaths, and its head pressed down slightly, as if it was preparing momentum.

Liu Qingshan glanced at the big tree behind him and immediately took a plan to think about it.

He took a few steps back, almost pressed his back to the trunk of the big tree, then slowly squatted down and picked up several fist-sized stones from the ground.

"Beast, look at the trick." Liu Qingshan shouted loudly and threw the stone the size of a fist at the wild boar.

The wild boar is huge and bulky, so naturally he cannot escape the stone.

Moreover, people have thick skin, so there is no need to hide.

However, Liu Qingshan was not an ordinary person. This stone condensed a lot of his strength, so the wild boar still felt some pain.

When the body hurts, the heart will get angry. The wild boar kicks his back and immediately runs towards Liu Qingshan like crazy.

This scene is so familiar. This was the case when the wild boar was stabbed in the butt last time.

However, with the lessons learned from the past, Liu Qingshan was not panicked this time, but stood calmly and witnessed the wild boar hitting him with thunder.

Just as the wild boar was about to hit his stomach, he exerted force with his feet and suddenly jumped to the side, successfully avoiding the wild boar's attack.

But the wild boar is not so lucky.
Chapter completed!