"Boy, you have so many skills that you can do anything else, why do you have to do such a despicable thing?"
Although the flat-headed boy was no match for Ye Feng, Ye Feng felt that this boy's skills would not have been acquired if he had not started from the boy's skill. With such skills, he became a thief, which really puzzled Ye Feng.
"None of your business!"
After the flat-headed boy got up from the ground, he wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth and said in shock and anxiety.
He really didn't expect that the first time he did this kind of thing, he would meet such a tough opponent like Ye Feng.
It was incredible enough that he could find me, but he could even suppress me and beat me.
"Since you don't want to say it, I can only send you to a place where you are willing to say it." Ye Feng looked at him and chuckled.
As far as he could see, this flat-headed boy had very good reaction speed and vigilance, and was a good potential.
But what a pity is that this guy didn't use his skills for the right purpose, but instead did sneaky and despicable things.
"Please, spare me!"
When he heard that Ye Feng was going to send him to the police station, the flat-headed boy immediately panicked. He knelt on the ground, banging his head against the ground loudly, and begged Ye Feng for mercy.
Could it be that this guy had to do this job out of necessity
Ye Feng thought about it and said with a smile: "If you want me to let you go, that's fine, but you have to answer two questions for me."
"What's the problem?" The flat-headed boy hesitated for a moment and asked Ye Feng.
"Who did you learn this skill of stealing money and the skill of falling down with your clothes touched? And why did you steal money?"
"I learned it from my grandfather." The flat-headed boy hesitated for a moment, his eyes dimmed as he said, "He is an old ginseng picker. Half a year ago, he encountered some accidents while picking ginseng in the mountains. He needed money urgently, so I had no choice but to think of this way."
Ginseng picker!
Ye Feng's eyes moved slightly when he heard this.
Before coming to Baishan, he had learned about the situation in Baishan. This primitive jungle in Baishan can be said to be an absolute natural treasure house with rich plant species and many rare medicinal materials.
And the most famous one among them is ginseng!
In China, ginseng has always been regarded as the king of herbs and is even called a magical herb.
The Shennong Herbal Classic states: Ginseng is sweet and slightly cold in taste. It nourishes the five internal organs, calms the spirit, calms the soul, stops panic, removes evil spirits, improves eyesight, makes people happy and improves intelligence. Long-term use can make one lighter and prolong life.
Although there are many areas in China that produce ginseng, the one produced in Baishan is of the best quality.
In ancient times, Baishan ginseng was even a tribute exclusively for the royal family and nobles.
However, ginseng grows in places where few people go, and it is said that ginseng is spiritual, so it is extremely difficult to pick.
Therefore, a unique profession called "ginseng pickers" was born in Baishan. Ginseng pickers make a living by picking ginseng, and most of the rare fourth-grade and fifth-grade leaf mountain ginsengs come from their hands.
Before coming to Baishan, Ye Feng planned to find Bingxin Grass and Jingyang Flower, and also see if there was any chance to get some real wild ginseng.
But what he didn't expect was that as soon as he arrived at Baishan Airport, he actually met the grandson of a ginseng picker.
Ginseng pickers usually have some skills because they have been working in the mountains and forests for many years.
Since this guy is the grandson of a ginseng collector, he has some good foundation in martial arts.
"Since you are the descendant of a ginseng collector, how could you be short of money?"
Although the flat-headed boy's words explained the origin of his kung fu, Ye Feng was still a little confused.
In today's world, the price of wild ginseng is extremely high. Since this kid's grandfather is an experienced ginseng picker, he must have quite a lot of stock. If he wants money, he can just take out two plants and sell them. There is no need to steal wallets.
"In order to treat grandpa's illness, all the ginseng he collected in his early years has long been sold out."
The flat-headed boy saw Ye Feng's confusion, smiled bitterly, and said, "I was forced to do this kind of business, and this is my first order. If you don't believe me, search me. If you can find a red note on me, I will take your surname."
This kid is so unlucky. It's bad enough that the grandson of a ginseng picker turned out to be a thief, but the first job he did was against a tough guy like himself. He didn't get the money but was beaten up instead.
Ye Feng smiled bitterly and shook his head, feeling sorry for the fate of the flat-headed boy.
This guy is also a poor man.
After sighing, Ye Feng asked the flat-headed boy, "What disease did your grandfather have?"
"I have tuberculosis. I breathed in too much cold air when I went up the mountain to collect ginseng. My lungs are no longer functioning. I need a lung transplant!"
The flat-headed boy must have been under too much pressure, so he treated Ye Feng as his confidant and told him everything that had happened to their family members.
This guy's name is Sun Xiaoquan. Just as Ye Feng thought, he is really a pitiful man.
He comes from a family of ginseng pickers. His ancestors have been in the ginseng business for generations. His father and mother once went into the mountains to pick ginseng and never came back. No one ever saw them alive or dead. It was his grandfather Sun Ming, the head of the ginseng pickers, who worked hard to raise him.
But who would have known that when this kid had just graduated from high school and was about to go to college, Sun Ming had an accident while going up the mountain to pick ginseng.
No one knew what happened to Sun Ming on the mountain, but when he was found, he was huddled in a snow cave, his body frozen stiff. After being sent to the hospital for examination, it was said that the old man's lungs were nearly 80% necrotic due to the severe cold.
In order to get Sun Ming's medical treatment, Sun Xiaoquan dropped out of school and sold all his belongings to save the old man's life.
His life was saved, but if he wanted to truly survive and no longer rely on oxygen to survive, he had to get a lung transplant.
According to the hospital's conservative estimate, the cost of a lung replacement would be seven hundred thousand!
But in order to save Sun Ming's life, the Sun family has gone bankrupt, so how could they come up with such a large sum of money
Sun Xiaoquan wanted to go into the mountains to collect ginseng, but once he entered Baishan, there was no one to take care of Sun Ming.
And no matter what he said, Sun Ming was determined not to let him go into the mountains to collect ginseng again.
Sun Xiaoquan had no choice but to take this path. Of course, he had thought about doing something bigger, but he was afraid that his skills were not good enough. If he was caught by the police, no one would take care of his grandfather, so he could only do petty thefts.
This boy is so pitiful, but he is quite filial!
Ye Feng sighed secretly in his heart. Although he felt a little sympathetic towards Sun Xiaoquan, what made him more curious was Sun Ming's condition.
How could an experienced ginseng picker faint inexplicably in a snow cave? And the cold must have been so extreme that 80% of his lungs were frozen.
What's more, Sun Ming also stopped Sun Xiaoquan from going into the mountains and prevented him from collecting ginseng.
This situation made Ye Feng very suspicious that there was a great possibility that Sun Ming had encountered a snow beast.
The map that Boss Mu got was not accurate enough, and only marked the approximate location, so it would take some effort to find it. If Sun Ming was really seriously injured by the Snow Hound, as long as we can find the place where he was injured, it will not be difficult to find Jing Yanghua.
"Seven hundred thousand, with your stealing method, how long will it take you to collect the whole amount..." Ye Feng thought for a moment and sighed.
Sun Xiaoquan's face darkened when he heard this. He was desperate and just wanted to find a way to make money, any amount he could. He never thought about how many people he would have to steal from in order to make up the amount of money that was an astronomical figure for him.
(End of this chapter)