On the ninth day, Zhixin and the old master went up the mountain to plant ginseng. Since Wenhan and Wencheng had both returned to school, Mrs. Xue went up the mountain as well, leading Jinghan. Jinghan sat in the bullock cart, looking at the scenery by the roadside. Winter was almost here, and the entire forest was full of bare trees, with only a few pines still showing some green. The mountains rose and fell, continuously stretching everywhere.
They kept heading west, and in less than an hour, they arrived at the ginseng field. The ginseng field was vast; the entire village planted ginseng here, not just for a year but for several years in a row. Judging by the size, there must have been about six to seven thousand pounds of ginseng.
