My Uncle Came To Take Our Only Ginseng in 1983, Not Knowing I Remembered the Next 40 Years

He woke up twenty years old again in a mud house in 1983, with sixty years of memory in his head and an uncle in the courtyard explaining why the family ginseng belonged to him. Everyone in that valley walked past the same mountain every day of their lives, and only one man knew what was lying on the ground. This is a slow life rebirth story about a mountain village, a wife who handed him nine yuan and four months, a rival who owned the only door in town, and a fungus nobody wanted at two cents a jin. Reincarnation, 1980s countryside, hunting, cooking, family, and a very patient dog. Chinese novel recap, full episode. Would you have bought the mushrooms at two cents?