A phoenix only lands where there is treasure, and ginseng only grows amidst scenic mountains and clear streams.
The places that produce prime Ginseng always have a water source nearby.
To put it in more mystical terms, wherever ginseng grows, every blade of grass and every tree is unique.
Many people thought this was just a legend. But in his past life, Zhao Jun had spent many years digging up Ginseng, and he had a feeling that the grass around a Ginseng plant was always glossier than grass elsewhere.
As Zhao Jun walked, he used his rope-pulling stick to part the green grass. He used the dappled light filtering through the canopy above to observe the sheen on the blades.
Jie Chen and Zhang Yuanmin followed closely behind him. Unlike Zhang Yuanmin, who was completely clueless about ginseng hunting, Jie Chen had learned a bit from his family, and he watched Zhao Jun's movements with surprise.
