My name is Chen Baoliang, a lumberjack from Changbai Mountain.
The day I was laid off, I had no choice but to join Li Bituou in the village, and I went into the mountains to dig ginseng in the old forest.
The old rule says that there are three fears when climbing mountains: one is the blind man with black eyes, the other is the white-eyed man, and the third is the mandrill sedan.
I didn't believe it at first.
Until I was next to Lao Baotou's grave and saw the old man with a face as white as paper and no black eyes.
Blood ginseng, Japanese fortification, mandrill religion, royal tribute ginseng...
What is tied to a red rope is not just a mallet, but a life of hundreds of years.
