In the traditional Chinese medicine industry, Bupleurum was ranked as four, Platycodon was ranked as five, and Ginseng was ranked as six.
Zhao Jun spread his hands and turned into a six, and said he would get rich. This was the opening remarks of the elders who came down from the mountain to sell sticks.
At this time, Sun Qishan looked at Zhao Jun and asked with a smile: "Young man, where did you come from?"
"Old man." Zhao Jun raised his hand and gestured to Wang Meilan, and then said to Sun Qishan: "This is my mother, we come from Yong'an Town."
"Yong'an... above." Sun Qishan's gray eyebrows wrinkled, he thought for two seconds, looked up at Zhao Jun and asked: "Did you come down from Shibadao Ridge?"
A long ridge divides two provinces. There is a mountain farm next to Zhao Jun's house, one mountain within another, which is called the Eighteen Daoling Mountains by Lingnan people.
This kind of mountainous terrain is particularly conducive to setting traps, so many besiegers in Lingnan do not set traps in Lingnan, but travel across the mountains and ridges to set traps at the eighteen hills.
As a result, this mountain farm gradually became famous. As for how Sun Qishan knew about it, Zhao Jun had no idea.
"Yes." Zhao Jun responded with a smile: "My family is from the family area of Yong'an Forest Farm."
"Ah." Sun Qishan nodded and said, "I've heard of that forest farm."
Zhao Jun smiled faintly when he heard this, and did not say any more polite words. Instead, he opened his shoulder bag and took out a personal ginseng bun.
A total of four ginseng buns were placed on the long coffee table in front of Zhao Jun and Wang Meilan. Zhao Jun reached out and untied one of them first.
Wrap the ginseng like this, put it in a cool place, sprinkle it with a little water every now and then, and it will be fine for a few months. Then dry it in the sun, so it can be stored for a long time.
Zhao Jun opened the ginseng bun and twisted out a ginseng seedling. It was the same seedling of ginseng that he and Zhao Youcai dug out.
While Zhao Jun was unpacking the ginseng buns, Sun Qishan also stood up and took out something from the cabinet next to him.
Looking at the thing in his hand, Wang Meilan couldn't help but widen her eyes. At this time, Zhao Jun, who was lifting the ginseng, moved slightly to Wang Meilan and said: "Mom, that's Zhuzi, who specializes in weighing medicinal materials." p>
When Wang Meilan heard this, she curiously turned her gaze to the so-called Zhu Zi.
This thing looks like a scale, but it is actually a scale.
It's just that the name is different. This one is called Zhuzi. The Zhuzi pole is equivalent to the scale beam. The Zhuzi pan is equivalent to the scale pan, and the Zhuzi hammer is equivalent to the weight.
The gun in Sun Qishan's hand is old at first glance. The wooden gun pole has become black and shiny after years of precipitation and constant hand touch.
When Wang Meilan's eyes fell on the pole, she recognized it. It was made of ironwood.
Otherwise, girls from wealthy families are extraordinary.
Wang Meilan not only recognized that the hammer pole was made of ironwood, but also recognized that the hammer plate and hammer were both made of brass.
Brass is valuable no matter what time it is!
The key is that this gadget is quite delicately made, like a handicraft, and you can tell it has been around for a while.
Sun Qishan did not put the gun on the coffee table, but placed it on his legs. Then he put his hand into his pocket and took out a piece of deerskin.
Sun Qishan took the deerskin and carefully wiped the hammer pole first, then the hammer, and finally the hammer plate.
After wiping the gun plate, Sun Qishan held the gun plate in his right hand, put the deerskin back into his pocket with his left hand, turned back to hold the gun pole with his left hand, picked up the entire gun, and then held the gun hammer in his right hand.
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Sun Qishan carried the gun to Zhao Jun. He held the gun pole with his left hand, his thumb and palm, and pushed the string of the hammer with his right hand. The gun instantly maintained a balance in mid-air.
When Zhao Jun saw this, he couldn't help but secretly said professionally.
This is the expert!
Just like before, when Zhao Jun was selling ginseng in Lingnan, neither Mr. Lao Ji from the pharmacy nor Sun Desheng from the supply and marketing cooperative were professional.
And weigh ginseng on a scale?
According to Chinese culture, medicinal materials cannot come into contact with iron!
Of course, Zhao Jun couldn't point at them and say that you were unprofessional. After all, it was a small town below Shulan, and Lao Jitou relied on it to set the price.
Otherwise, when Zhao Jun sold the third-grade leaves and Erjiazizi to Sun Desheng, how could Sun Desheng know what price the pharmacy could offer Zhao Jun?
Today, Zhao Jun and Wang Meilan came to the downtown pharmacy, and Sun Qishan did not disappoint Zhao Jun.
Not to mention anything else, the gun in the old man’s hand is worth a lot of money!
At this time, Sun Qishan held a gun in his left hand and extended his right hand to Zhao Jun. Zhao Jun did not wait for the old man to speak, but placed the ginseng across his palm.
Sun Qishan put the ginseng on the plate, picked up the ginseng, and raised the ginseng pole to the same level as his eyes.
Then, Sun Qishan moved the string until the pole was balanced!
This set of movements can be described in one word, called: eyebrow-to-eyebrow confrontation!
Sun Qishan took a look and said: "One, two, eight, and six cents."
After saying that, Sun Qishan took the ginseng from the plate and handed it back to Zhao Jun. Zhao Jun took the ginseng and put it back on the spread moss.
Then, Zhao Jun untied the second ginseng bun. What was wrapped here was one seedling and three reeds, and the appearance was quite good.
While Zhao Jun was unpacking the ginseng buns, Sun Qishan was standing there with the buns in hand. The old man was not impatient and always had a smile on his face.
As for the name "Ginseng", Sun Qishan moved the string attached to the hammer on the pole.
This weight is divided into head cents and back cents according to the weighing range.
The weight in Sun Qishan's hand can be weighed less than two taels at the top and between two liang and one catty at the back.
The weight of the ginseng seedling just now was within the first millimeter. The weight of the second ginseng seedling was within the back millimeter.
Just listen to Sun Qishan say to Zhao Jun: "Two liang and one centimeter."
Zhao Jun nodded, and at this moment Wang Meilan, under Zhao Jun's instruction, opened the third ginseng package.
When the pine bark and moss were uncovered together, the moment Sun Qishan saw the stick, the old man's hand holding the stick trembled.
This Miao Bangchui was the only Miao Bangchui that Zhao Jun and Zhao Youcai carried out on the first day they arrived at Laotunzi.
This is a big deal!
The ancient people used it to measure gold, silver, precious medicinal materials or spices.
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In "A Dream of Red Mansions", Jia Baoyu and Qingwen used it to measure silver. However, the zizi used in the pharmacy must be kept clean at all times.
But at this time, looking at this big thing, Sun Qishan took a step forward and put the ginseng directly on the armrest of the sofa. Then, he stretched out his hands and carefully took the ginseng and looked at it carefully.
After watching for almost a minute, Sun Qishan looked up at Zhao Jun and asked in a slightly hoarse voice: "Young man, which gang are you from?"
Based on Sun Qishan's experience, you can tell at a glance that this ginseng seedling has just been lifted out. But what time of year is it now? The people who put it there can't even see the broom head. Who can go to the mountain to lift ginseng?
Therefore, when looking at the first two ginseng seedlings, Sun Qishan thought that maybe Zhao Jun was lucky enough to catch up and meet him.
But the person who can hold such a big product cannot be described by just two words: luck.
If nothing else, let’s just say that this is a big seedling. The ginseng whiskers are extremely long, and become thinner and messier as you go down. It can ensure that the tiny ginseng whiskers are continuous during the lifting process, which is not possible with ordinary heads.<
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Sun Qishan didn't believe that Zhao Jun could have such ability at this age. There must be someone behind him. But then he thought about it, this young man brought his wife out to sell mallets, or selling such big items, no serious Shen Gang could do this.
Things.
When Zhao Jun heard this, he just smiled lightly and then shook his head.
Seeing that Zhao Jun refused to say anything, Sun Qishan stopped asking. At the same time, he carefully placed the ginseng in his hand on the moss, and then picked up the ginseng again.
As soon as the mallet was placed on the war plate, the war string moved to a balance and stopped. Sun Qishan raised his eyebrows and glared: "Six two three cents and five cents!"
"Yeah!" Wang Meilan, who was sitting on the sofa, couldn't help but exclaimed, her eyes shining brightly.
At this time, Wang Meilan only had one thought in her mind: "But it happened!"
"Young man!" Sun Qishan was holding the bag without putting down the ginseng, so he asked Zhao Jun, "How do you plan to get this ginseng out?"
Upon hearing this, Zhao Jun smiled faintly, stood up and carefully took the ginseng off the plate. After placing it back on the moss, he reached out and gestured to Sun Qishan, saying: "Old man, let's sit down and talk slowly!"
"I'm not going to sit down anymore!" Sun Qishan asked Zhao Jun while holding a gun in one hand: "Young man, please tell me a price."
Zhao Jun lowered his eyebrows and looked at the ginseng lying on the moss. He seemed to be mumbling to himself, but it clearly reached Sun Qishan's ears.
"Old man!" Zhao Jun said: "There is a saying in our industry that four ounces of ginseng is half a catty of treasure. This ginseng is less than half a catty, so it is not a treasure, but it is not bad, right?"
As soon as Zhao Jun said this, Sun Qishan's face darkened, knowing that if he wanted to take this ginseng seedling today, he would probably bleed heavily.
But Wang Meilan was a little confused after hearing Zhao Jun's words. Just now Sun Qishan called the big guy, saying it was more than six taels.
But four taels is considered a ginseng and half a catty is a treasure. Why does Zhao Jun say that this big seedling is not a treasure? Six taels is not worth half a catty.
At this time, Zhao Jun pointed at the big seedling and continued: "Let's talk about the appearance. I'm afraid there won't be anyone with this appearance despite growing so big."
Sun Qishan smiled bitterly when he heard this, but he didn't say anything, but he was waiting for Zhao Jun to bid.
Zhao Jun looked up at Sun Qishan, then raised his right hand. His thumb and index finger were spread out, and the other three fingers were clenched. He said with a smile: "Old man, eight thousand yuan is not much, right?"
"Eight thousand?" Sun Qishan's voice changed, and the hammer hanging on the gun pole almost fell to the ground. The old man smiled bitterly and shook his head at Zhao Jun, saying: "Young man, eight thousand is impossible."
Zhao Jun pursed his lips and blinked, seemingly hesitant. At this time, Sun Qishan opened his mouth, but in the end he did not speak.
Before waiting for Sun Qishan's reply, Zhao Jun raised his head again and asked, "Old man, please tell me a price."
As soon as Zhao Jun said this, Sun Qishan frowned, looked at the ginseng and hesitated for a long time, and then said to Zhao Jun: "Young man, the most I can give you is four thousand and five thousand!"
"Four thousand and five!" Upon hearing this number, Wang Meilan's heartbeat accelerated. At this time, she understood clearly that her son used the stick with three seedlings, each seedling was better than the last.
These large seedlings can be sold for 4,500 yuan, but what about the remaining seedlings?