It also runs very fast in the snow.

"grumble……"

The little fox stopped and looked at a place in the mountains. Finally, it twisted its little head and continued to jump here.

The wind and snow here are much smaller than other places. It is not like the footprints left behind on the top of the snow-capped mountains. It may be blown away by the wind and snow in an instant.

There is heavy snow there, and it is difficult to walk in a short while.

The little fox ran forward again, then ran to another place, and dug it up with his claws.

"I'll do it, I'll do it."

Changqing hurried over, took down the things on his back, took out an iron shovel, and dug it in the snow. The snow-capped mountains were full of treasures, I wonder if it was ginseng or something?

He was very happy to dig, but after digging for a long time, why didn’t he find anything?

"you……"

What else did he want to ask?

As a result, the little fox jumped into the pit, and then Changqing smelled a stinking smell.

It's pulling, shit.

"ha……"

Changyi smiled and patted his thighs, and tears were about to burst into laughter.

"You don't know that this fox was grown up with Miaomiao. What Miaomiao likes to do, it will do whatever it wants. People just want to shit quietly, what are you doing when you run away?"

Changqing's whole face was dark.

After the little fox finished solving the problem, he kicked the snow with his claws, then wiped his claws clean on the snow, sat on the ground, and wiped his chrysanthemums together.

When it got up again, it started running on the snow again.

"Jiji..."

The little fox found another place to dig, and he started to shout at Changqing and the others from time to time while digging.

Has this little thing found something?

Changyi hurried over, squatted down, and dug up together.

"It's ginseng."

After he dug for a while, he knew what it was. He put down the shovel he was holding in his hand and dug it up with his hands.

Their mansion is not short of money, but with Mo Fei's medicine-swalking beast, it seems that no medicinal material is enough. The last time my wife brought back the carrot.

No, it was ginseng, and it was all lost by that guy.

This ginseng is a good thing, but it is not something you can buy just by buying it. There are not many in the palace, and there are even fewer in the folk. I am afraid that the best ginseng in the folk have been bought by their wife, so it can be found now.

That is the dry ginseng.

Ginseng is a life-saving thing. The difference between their mansion is now, but it is very good ginseng.

Be careful, Changqing dug out the ginseng, and even a little root was not dared to destroy it.

When the ginseng was dug out, Changyi wiped the cold sweat from his head and sat on the snow. It was still snowing heavily in the cold weather, but he was sweating all over, for fear of getting rid of a ginseng beard.

"It should be around five hundred years."

Changyi checked the ginseng left and right, and it was basically intact. It was a pity that a few ginseng beards were broken, but there was nothing he could do about it. He had already tried his best.

Five hundred years old ginseng is already considered a top-notch.

He quickly took out the wooden box from behind and put the ginseng inside. He couldn't help but remembered the embarrassing ginseng that his wife had thrown away radish. He felt distressed now. He had pulled away so many ginseng beards, especially the ginseng king. I heard that all the big piece of skin was dug off. Needless to say, I also know who made it. Which one is there besides their wife? Not to mention a piece of skin, even a ginseng beard can't be bought for silver.

Blood ginseng is a life-saving thing. Her wife doesn't know how she dug it out yesterday. She is simply too inhumane.

Changyi tied ginseng to his shoulders, but it was not in vain. Even if they only dug up a ginseng this time, they would be considered a loss.

The little fox ran forward again, and they all followed closely, but they saw it digging up with its little claws again.

This time it shouldn't be shit.

Changqing hurriedly stepped forward again. He was really red from the ginseng that Changyi dug out. Why can anyone else dig ginseng? But he just dug fox shit.

But he was digging, why didn’t he find ginseng?

"You won't want it again..."

Changqing's chin is about to fall to the ground.

The little fox jumped directly into the pit, and now it was a puff.

Changqing quickly covered his nose.

Who will tell him why the fox farts are so unpleasant to smell, what about the clean little fox that was agreed to be, the fragrant little fox that was announced, why did the others dig out ginseng? When it comes to him, it must fart and shit there?

When they returned from the mountain, Changqing's face turned into a horse's face. This time they were lucky. There were three ginseng plants, Changyi dug one for five hundred years, and two for one hundred years, and maybe decades, but the little fox didn't like it, so he didn't dig it.

Besides, it also dug three holes for shit. Otherwise, why did Changqing stretch his face? How could he not pull these three holes? He dug them all.

When the little fox saw Shen Qingci at the foot of the mountain, he quickly ran down from Changyi's shoulders, like a lightning kiss, running towards his master. The most obvious thing was not the fur on its body, but the necklaces that were hung around its neck, the string of golden light, and the red clothes on its body.

Otherwise, it would be so idle. If you want to run, who can find it?

"grumble……"

The little fox jumped into his master's arms, and I don't know how happy he was?

Shen Qingci carried it into his cloak, then touched its little head, "Thank you every year, I have something delicious waiting for you when I go back."

"grumble……"

The little fox screamed happily, as if he was a little restless. He wanted to eat. There were only a few grasses dug out on the snow-capped mountains, and nothing was left.

In the little fox's heart, those ginsengs are grass, and only people will value grass so much and have to dig it out.

"Madam," Changyi stepped forward and said with a smile.

"A ginseng plant about five hundred years old was found."

"fine."

Shen Qingci originally thought that he could only find ones that lasted for a hundred years or even smaller, but he didn't expect that there would be ones that were five hundred years old, which was a surprise.

"What expression do you have?"

Shen Qingci found that Changqing had always been stretching his face. Who owed him money?

Poppy.

Changyi couldn't help laughing.
Chapter completed!