Chen Mu has been very leisurely these two days, and has been leading Xiao Wu around the cistanche deserticola market in Chengkou County.

Look east and west, and when you are hungry and thirsty, you will find a place to eat and drink. After you are full and drunk, you can continue wandering around, which is very comfortable.

After walking around the market, he found that there were not many people today. Chen Mu quickly entered a stall selling fresh and dried cistanche. He found a seat next to the boss and sat down, and then asked: "Old man

Ba, how is business today?"

The owner of this restaurant is Bayani Mufu, a local from Aqishan.

According to him, he used to be a herdsman, but seven or eight years ago, due to serious environmental deterioration, the grazing areas near his home turned into desert sands, so he had to sell all the cattle and sheep he raised at once.

Then he ran to Chengkou and started a small business.

Chen Mu has been walking around the market these days, chatting with people in the market. Bayani Mufu is the one he can chat with the most, so he always comes here to sit and ask about the market.

Case.

"Why are you here again? You have so much free time!"

Bayani Mufu was sitting on a chair, drinking hot milk tea.

There was also a small briquette stove beside him. There was a tattered-looking teapot on the stove. Steam was constantly coming out of the spout, and the aroma of the tea inside floated out with the heat, which was particularly strong.

Chen Mu took out a cigarette from his pocket and offered it to the old herdsman. The old herdsman was not polite. He took one and went to the small briquette stove, lit it, then sat back and started to swallow comfortably.

Clouds blow out mist.

Chen Mu, a non-smoker, waved to Xiao Wu and said, "Have a cup of milk tea, sweet rather than salty."

Xiao Wu walked over to the teapot unceremoniously, picked up the tea bowl and poured a bowl of tea. Then he picked up a few milky white milk cubes from the plate next to him and threw them into the tea bowl. He stirred them with a wooden spoon for a while and added some.

Sugar, a bowl of hot sweet milk tea comes out.

Chen Mu is good at this.

He took the tea and took a sip.

Although the milk tea still has a bit of a fishy smell, it is really comfortable to drink it. My whole chest and abdomen feel warm, as if I have planted a little sun on myself.

Chen Mu drank the tea, glanced at Xiao Wu who had also made a bowl of it himself, and said with a bit of disgust: "I don't understand why this salty milk tea is so delicious, it makes me feel really disgusting just thinking about it."

The milk tea here in Bayani Mufu is a bit special. The tea is green brick tea. You boil it with water and then add milk cubes. You can make it sweet or salty.

The Mongolian people have special tastes and like salty food, so they add salt to their milk tea.

Chen Mu really couldn't get used to this kind of drinking. He was an out-and-out sweetie. When he saw the salty followers hanging around in front of his eyes, he would have evil thoughts in his heart to slaughter them all from time to time.

What he couldn't stand the most was Xiao Wu, the traitor.

This guy is obviously from Xijing and has nothing to do with any ethnic group in Mongolia, but he just likes to drink salty food.

Seeing him drinking salty milk tea and looking comfortable at the same time, Chen Mu couldn't help but want to say something to him.

"I used to be a soldier in Bagachal. It was very cold there, and the wind was blowing outside the outpost. Every time I finished patrolling, I wished I could drink a cup of hot milk tea like this. After drinking it, my whole body felt warm... Squad leader

He is from Mongolia. He likes to put salt in milk tea. It can replenish his physical strength. At that time, he really thought it was the best thing in the world..."

While Xiao Wu was drinking milk tea, he turned on the chatterbox mode again.

Drinking this bowl of milk tea, he can talk from milk tea to patrol, from patrol to training, and from training to the history of his army. It really means that if you don't care about him, he can continue to join the army and retire.

Chen Mu ignored the guy and turned to look at the old herdsman: "Old man, how is business today? Looking at you like this, I'm afraid business is not going well today."

The old herdsman is engaged in the business of individual customers, and at most he can only engage in small wholesale. Anyway, one person can't make much money by managing such a small stall, but his ordinary income is enough to live on.

Today, there were not many people in the market. After observing these days, Chen Mu saw such a deserted situation for the first time, so he couldn't help but ask the old herdsman: "Now is your peak season for sales. Business is like this.

Isn’t that normal?”

But the old herdsman was not worried at all and sat motionless on his chair: "This year's harvest is not good. People outside have heard about it and stopped coming. This is normal."

After a slight pause, he glanced at Chen Mu: "You guys come here every day and have been watching for so many days. How about you pick some from me and buy them back as gifts?"

Chen Mu shook his head resolutely: "I don't want it. I have planted more than a thousand acres of Cistanche deserticola at home, and the quality of what I grow is much better than what you grow here. Do I still need to buy it from you?"

"Just blow it!"

The old herdsman curled his lips with a look of disbelief.

I just feel that this descendant of the Xia clan is good at everything, except that he likes to brag.

When I first came here a few days ago, the two men were chatting and he even said that he was the boss of a forestry company. The old herdsman didn't believe it at all.

Just looking at his hands and skin, he doesn't look like someone doing farm work or the CEO of a forestry company... Hey, I don't know which boss came here to hang out here, he's more like the stupid son.

The old herdsman couldn't help but glance at the talkative Xiao Wu. This guy looked like a bodyguard, probably sent by his boss to protect his son.

Of course, except for this little shortcoming of bragging, Bayani Mufu still likes this kid.

We can talk about things, and if nothing else, it's quite comfortable to get along with him. The old herdsman doesn't mind making such a child.

Chen Mu didn't know that his body that had been optimized by vitality had become the reason for the old herdsmen not to believe him. He smiled and joked: "Old man, how about this? In the future, my family will collect Cistanche deserticola.

I’ll sell some of it to you so that you don’t have to go around looking for herdsmen to collect Cistanche deserticola and can easily make money, okay?”

"Okay, okay, of course."

The old herdsman nodded sharply, and then asked Chen Mu: "Where is your car? Let's leave now."

"Go? Where?"

"Let's go to your house and take a look at your thousand acres of Cistanche deserticola. I can wait for your future harvest to make money."

"You don't want your stall anymore?"

Chen Mu didn't mind that the old herdsman didn't believe him. He smiled and said, "Let's wait until autumn. Now that all the Cistanche deserticola grown in our family has been sold, there is nothing we can do."

The old herdsman looked at him with disdain and asked jokingly: "I see you walked here today. Why are you such a first-year boss and you don't drive a car?"

Chen Mu shook his head: "Children from serious families generally don't drive carelessly."

The old herdsman didn't understand what he was talking about and didn't want to tease him. He pulled out a thick long strip of Cistanche deserticola from under the table and said to Chen Mu: "This is the best product in my stall. Buy it back to honor your family."

My elders will definitely like it. Well, considering our friendship with you these days, how about I make it cheaper for you?"

Chen Mu took the Cistanche deserticola, looked at it, and nodded: "It's not bad."

"Not bad right!"

The old herdsman pointed to the Cistanche deserticola on the table: "These are currency and of average quality. The one I gave is a long stick. When I took it back, I bought it individually, about ten kilograms, and I have a thousand

You take back the two thousand and three."

Chen Mu didn't know much about Cistanche deserticola in the past, so he didn't know how Cistanche deserticola was traded. At best, he only knew how much Cistanche deserticola cost per kilogram.

But since he met Liu Dahai and came to Chengkou County, he finally had a more intuitive and comprehensive understanding of this industry.

Generally in the market, Cistanche deserticola with short fleshy stems is the most abundant. This is called currency, which is the Cistanche deserticola sold by the pound.

In addition to currency, there are also long strips of Cistanche deserticola after preservation, which are called strips and are sold individually at another price.

Finally, there is a kind of Cistanche deserticola that has grown very thick and long over the years. It must be fixed with wooden boards to prevent it from breaking midway. This is the best Cistanche deserticola, and it is particularly expensive.

Normally, when businessmen go to herdsmen’s homes to harvest Cistanche deserticola, they usually collect dried Cistanche deserticola.

But sometimes, in order to save time, merchants are willing to take away the dried ones.

The price difference per kilogram between dried Cistanche deserticola and undried Cistanche deserticola is five to six times. After all, dried Cistanche deserticola will shrink and requires more time to dry, so the difference is actually not too far.

The quality of the cistanche deserticola that the old herdsman brought out is really good, and it is completely worth the price of one thousand three thousand. However, the quality of many of the goods that Chen Mu and the others shipped from x city this year are not worse than this long stick. Chen Mu

There was no need at all, so he returned the long stick to the old herdsman and said with a smile: "Old Ba, I really have a lot at home. You should keep this treasure for yourself."

"Okay, you can blow it how you like. If this long bar is sold in two days, don't regret it."

The old herdsman carefully put the strips away again and stopped trying to persuade the boy.

The two chatted for a while, and suddenly a man walked up to the old herdsman's stall and said to Chen Mu: "Hello, Mr. Chen, I am Zhang Yun. Well, I was a bit presumptuous in coming today. I'm sorry. But I have something to think about.

Let’s talk to you, are you free now?”

Chen Mu was startled for a moment. He didn't expect that someone would come looking for him and find him here.

He took a look at Zhang Yun and felt that he didn't look like a bad guy. After thinking about it, he said, "Then let's go to the teahouse in front of the market gate to talk. Is that okay?"

"Can"

Zhang Yun nodded in agreement and quickly made a call: "Old Wang, go to the teahouse at the entrance of the market. Mr. Chen and I will go there now."

Chen Mu stood up, put down the tea bowl, and said to the old herdsman: "Old Ba, I have something to do today, so I will leave first. Thank you for the milk tea."

"Oh, okay, let's go!"
Chapter completed!