The posture of carrying a basket is something you are used to, so it is not easy to fake it.
The skinny young man still asked in a low voice, "Where does ginseng come from?"
"I picked it myself on the mountain. It has been at least sixty years." Zihua did not bring out the century-old ginseng. I am afraid that the small county cannot eat the century-old ginseng. Don't sell it, and it will attract thieves.
The skinny young man thought why it was not a hundred years old. He had heard from the elders in his family that a hundred years old ginseng would kill one's life, and he wanted to learn more.
However, he has never seen freshly dug ginseng. He cannot give a price if he has never seen it.
He shook his head at Zihua and pointed in the direction, "Come with me."
Zihua was not afraid of the skinny boy being mischievous. She just used her mental power to explore and saw that where the skinny boy was taking people, there was a room with a lot of goods piled up, most of which were food, and a few were daily necessities.
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Not only do they receive goods, they also sell goods. Several of the people squatting on the street are companions of the skinny young man. There are also familiar old customers who come to buy things on their own.
Zihua followed the skinny boy and turned into the alley next to it. The door of the second house was ajar, so she followed the skinny boy's example and walked sideways into the yard.
It was an abandoned yard. Half of the roofs of the houses in the yard collapsed. Only one room was intact. The goods that Zihua saw were placed in this room.
This should be a temporary location, so you are not afraid of strangers coming in.
There was a dilapidated table under the paulownia tree in the yard. Sitting at the table was a broad man, about thirty years old, with a stubble on his face.
There was a slightly fatter young man standing next to him. When Zihua came in, the two of them were talking and laughing.
The two stopped talking and joking after the skinny young man and Yu Hua came in.
The bearded man asked, "What?"
"Ginseng."
The bearded man stood up when he heard this, "Can you take a look first?"
Zihua put down her backpack, took out a cloth bag from it, and looked at the table.
On the table were a brick-sized radio, a teacup, and a black leather bag the size of a schoolbag.
"Xiaohui, take it back." The bearded man motioned to the fat young man.
The fat young man Xiaohui put the radio and tea cup aside, picked up the black bag and took it in his hand, freeing up most of the table.
Zihua put the cloth bag on the table, opened it, and revealed the ginseng inside.
The fibrous roots of ginseng are complete and their length is almost as long as the width of the tabletop.
The fat young man Xiaohui stretched his head and looked curiously.
The skinny young man gained experience and said, "It really looks like a human figure."
The ginseng brought by Ze Hua has long reed heads, many reed arms, iron lines, pearl tails, and no damage to the fibrous roots, and is in very good condition.
Moreover, at first glance, it looks like it was newly dug.
"Good stuff." The bearded man is a good judge of goods. After looking at it for a while, he asked, "How old is it?"
"At least sixty years."
"How much do you want to offer?"
Yuhua asked, "How much can you offer?"
The bearded man rubbed the stubble on his chin with one hand, looked at the ginseng and considered it for a while, "I'll give you six hundred. If you sell it to the hospital, the maximum is three hundred."
Zihua said, "One thousand and two. This ginseng of mine can be used as a ginseng for a hundred years."
She also said that it was less. In terms of medicinal effect, the 60-year-old ginseng in Qingjue's space was better than the 300-year-old ginseng from the outside world.
"Really?" the bearded man asked. He didn't doubt that she was telling lies. With his eyesight, what he thought at a glance was at least a hundred-year-old ginseng, and it was bigger than the century-old ginseng he had seen.
But the other party said it was a 60-year-old ginseng. He couldn't say it might be a 100-year-old ginseng, but he also gave a good price.
Hearing this, the other party also knew about his good intentions, which made him doubt his own judgment.
It’s a century-old ginseng that can be negotiated even if it’s a thousand or two.
"Really. A truly capable Chinese medicine practitioner should be able to distinguish the nature of the medicine."
One thousand and two is not a small amount. This money can buy a nice yard in the county, so it is normal for the bearded man to question it.
The bearded man asked Yuhua, "Can you wait a moment? I'll find someone to evaluate it. If the medicine is really effective, the price can be negotiated."
"Okay." Zihua knew that it was just a coincidence that the bearded man knew someone who needed good ginseng.
The bearded man turned around and called the skinny young man, "Xiaojun, go find Lao Kang and Haizi and come over."
"Hey." Xiaojun, a skinny boy, ran out of the yard quickly.
After a while, I heard the sound of riding a bicycle in the distance.
The bearded man had a very professional ethics, so he moved a chair for Zihua without trying to trick her. He sat back at the table, turned on the radio, listened to the news, hummed a tune, and waited for Xiaojun to find someone.
Xiaohui carried a bulging black leather bag to the room where the goods were stored.
This is the first time Zi Hua has listened to a radio since she came to this world. She is thinking about buying one today so that she can keep abreast of changes in various aspects of society at home.
The radio uses dry batteries, so you can listen to it even if there is no electricity at home.
As for the electricity problem, we can start arranging it when we get back.
She can live under difficult conditions, but if there is a chance for improvement, she is still willing to live more comfortably.
After waiting for about twenty minutes, a regular customer came to buy something. He said hello to the bearded man and went back to the house.
After a while, the buyer left.
The bearded man continued to sit under the tree and hum a tune.
There was a sound of bicycles outside the courtyard gate, and three men came in pushing a cart from outside. One of them was a soldier, and the other two were one in his fifties or sixties, and the other in his twenties.
An old man in his fifties or sixties came in and asked, "Where is the ginseng? Let me take a look."
The bearded man stood up and said with a smile, "I can't run away, so I'll just leave it here."
The old man pushed the bicycle under the tree, kicked off the legs with his feet, tied up the bicycle, came to the table, took out a pair of glasses from his pocket, put them on, and looked at the cloth on the table.
Zi Hua did not put away the ginseng. When the bearded man sat back, he lifted the open cloth bag diagonally and covered the ginseng on the left and right. Maybe he was afraid of breaking the fibrous roots, so he only covered it lightly.
It's not completely covered, and many fibrous roots are exposed.
The man who came with him and was dressed in grass-green military casual clothes followed the old man and pushed the car to the old man's car. He also parked and stood beside the old man.
Seeing the fibrous roots, the old man said happily, "It's wild ginseng, yes." He gently opened the corners of the cloth one by one, revealing the entire ginseng, "It was just dug out not long ago."
He bent down and looked down at the ginseng, looking at it very carefully. He even got closer to smell it and counted the ginseng whiskers.
After a while, he raised his head, searched, and his eyes stopped at Zi Hua, "How many years do you think the ginseng is?"
The old man had the smell of mixed medicine that was not very strong due to being in the traditional Chinese medicine environment all year round. Zihua knew that the other person was an expert, so she said the same thing, "At least sixty years. But he can be a hundred-year-old minister."
The old man looked at her with admiration, "Young comrade, you are very good at medicine?"