"Look at it"

Gulan reached out and handed the bag of fine cloth to Xiang Yunjin.

"If you don't want it, I'll ask the carriage owner there."

It's not that he's provocative, but that's what Gulan really thinks.

Both are rich masters, and everyone wants to be the same.

Especially the one who is in a bad health is probably more persistent in good medicinal herbs.

Xiang Yunjin glanced at Gulan without saying a word, but gently opened the cloth bag in his hand.

As each of the beards came into view, Xiang Yunjin had a clear idea.

Even so, I was still slightly stunned when I opened it all.

It turned out to be ginseng of a very good quality. The damp soil shows that it has just been dug out of the soil. It is very fresh, with intact roots and no break marks. It can be seen that the Quran was exhausted when digging.

The weight and body shape of the ginseng in hand tell Xiang Yunjin its year, at least not less than a few hundred years.

Ginseng in this year is rare, and not even a hundred-year-old ginseng. Gulan has no luck.

It seems that this kid is really lucky. He has never come back wherever he goes, which of course has something to do with his own abilities.

Of course, I have to accept this kind of good thing. Xiang Yunjin glanced at the coarse cloth wrapped in ginseng, and couldn't help but twitch the corners of his eyes.

I'm afraid I'll use the best cloth bag at home. Gulan is better, but the worst cloth is used.

It’s not that there was no such thing. Although the cotton cloth that the manager gave when he bought clothes last time, Xiang Yunjing knew that there were still a lot left.

He said he was stingy, and he was not vague at all when he was in the food. He changed his methods to make delicious food for An An in different ways, regardless of whether he had the conditions or not.

But I don’t have to sting it. Even though such expensive medicinal materials are not willing to use a better piece of cloth, even if I tear a piece of clothing, I can’t buy it after selling it.

"How about it, do you want it? Just squeak it, no, I'll ask someone else." Gulan interrupted Xiang Yunjin's thoughts.

"What is that squeak?" He also squeaked. If it weren't for the ginseng in his hand, Xiang Yunjin almost slapped Gulan.

"Haha, the tongue is wrong, the tongue is wrong, it's just a sound." He said too quickly, and Gulan also realized that something was wrong, and smiled awkwardly, and quickly changed his words.

"This is almost the same, there is no need to replace people. I want this thing." Xiang Yunjin swept Gulan and said, slowly wrapping the ginseng again.

"Successfully, I'll sell it to Brother Jin. Please see the price."

Gulan immediately smiled. When he had money, he even softened his voice a lot. The softness in his lowness seemed to be coaxing An'an.

Xiang Yunjin was very pleasant to hear, and the corners of his mouth were already rising unconsciously.

"That's right" while Xiang Yunjin was estimating the value of this ginseng in his heart.

Centennial ginseng has sold nearly a thousand taels in the big city. This plant looks a lot older than it is, and it can be several times more.

"Five Thousand Tails" bid to Yunjin. Although the bid was a little higher, it was not outrageous. After all, he was the life-saving benefactor.

"Five thousand taels?" Gulan was indeed a little surprised. Although he could think of the price of ginseng, was it a bit high.

Of course, if this wild ginseng was in her era, it would probably be sold at a sky-high price, and it would only be high or low.

"Will it be a bit high? Just do things right? You don't have to deliberately raise the price because I save you." Gulan said seriously.

"Don't worry, this ginseng is worth this price. If you get it in Kyoto, it will probably double. I won't suffer any losses."

Xiang Yunjin admires Gulan's self-control. Most people are overjoyed when they hear this price, so they will not feel too much.

Seeing that what Xiang Yunjin said was true, Quran felt relaxed and smiled, pointing at the ginseng, "It belongs to you."

As if it was infected by Quran, Xiang Yunjin couldn't help but raise the corners of his mouth. He immediately put the ginseng in his hand aside, took out the purse contained in his clothes, and handed it to Guran a few silver notes.

The silver goods were paid, and Gulan was neatly receiving it. This was what she deserved. Why should she be polite?

I took a few careful glances, then carefully rolled them in my sleeve bag and threw them into the space.

The safest place is space. No matter which world they are bound to, or what they look like, the space still belongs only to her.

"Dad, it smells so good, is it mature?" An An couldn't help but shouted at Quran,

"Come on, I'll take a look..."

When he smiled at Yunjin, the financial owner who had just paid, Gulan quickly came to his son.

It was almost time to calculate, so I found a wooden stick and pulled out the sweet potatoes buried in the fire.

It seems that roasting sweet potatoes in this primitive state has not been done much for decades, and it is still the same as when I was a child in my memory.

But the mood is rarely the same, the same happiness.

When An An looked at the black and black stuff being taken out by her mother, she couldn't help frowning, and was very suspicious of why it smelled so fragrant and looked so ugly.

The little guy never hides his emotions in front of his mother. When he glances at him, he will know what his son is thinking.

He smiled and said, "Don't look at it as black. It's ugly. It's because it's burnt. In fact, it's not black at all." As he said that, Quran used a rag pad to hold the pot to divide a sweet potato into two, revealing the grilled inside.

A sweet smell spread along the air, and An An immediately couldn't help it, "Dad, it's real."

"Yes, Dad won't fool An An." As he said that, Quran carefully peeled off the scorched black skin, and the sweet potatoes became even more sweet.

Well, although the familiar taste is not as good as that of red-fleshed sweet potatoes, it is quite good.

He didn't hand it to his son directly. It was confirmed that he had already made sure that Quran decided to taste it first, and then he handed it to his son.

"No problem, eat!"

As soon as my mother said something, An An couldn't help it anymore and opened her mouth and whispered.

It was soft and glutinous and sweet, and An An's eyes lit up, "Dad, it's delicious."

"Don't worry if it tastes good, don't choke."

The sweet potato with white flesh is already dry and glutinous, and if it is too urgent, it is easy to choke.

He quickly poured a bowl of water and placed it in front of his son.

Xiang Yunjin, who sent ginseng back to the carriage, heard what An An said delicious.

Although the little guy is not picky about food, he still has a very nice mouth. He said it tastes delicious and it is absolutely impossible to be wrong.

Xiang Yunjin immediately attracted interest, sat next to the fire, picked up a black lump without hesitation, peeled off the outer skin, and bit down the steaming white flesh inside.

Without any hesitation, Xiang Yunjin's expression would be different after one mouthful.

It is rusty and soft, with a sweet taste. Although it is a bit dry, it tastes really good.

Xiang Yunjin ate a fist-sized one clean after a few bites.

After eating, I felt that this was definitely a good thing to keep hungry, which was very real.

Just this part makes me feel a little full.

Looking at Yunjin like a pile of tents, his eyes couldn't help but become hot, and the dark waves surged deep in his eyes.

I just don’t know how the output of this thing is. If the output is high, Xiang Yunjin can’t help but feel a little excited just by thinking about it.

As for how to plant Xiang Yunjin, I don’t worry at all. Any farmers will always find a way to plant them.
Chapter completed!