The old man sighed, "It is rare to see such a large ginseng collected locally. The local ginseng is very spiritual. The local ginseng of the same year has the best medicinal properties. In recent years, it is almost rare to see this one grow so big."
not easy."
The man in civilian clothes did not hide his excitement and asked the old man, "Doctor Kang, how do you like this ginseng? Can it be used?"
The old man, Doctor Kang, nodded, "It works. The size and appearance of this ginseng made me think it was hundreds of years old."
I argued carefully and found that it is indeed not a century-old ginseng, but it is indispensable for sixty years. The little comrade said it sincerely. The medicinal properties and spiritual properties of this ginseng are sufficient."
The man in military civilian clothes immediately said to the bearded man, "Brother Wei, I want this ginseng."
The bearded man asked, "Xiaojun told you the price, right?"
"said."
The bearded man said to the man in military civilian clothes, "Then you can negotiate the price." He became the salesman.
"Thank you, Brother Wei." The man in military civilian clothes patted Brother Wei on the shoulder.
Zi Hua saw that the relationship between the two people must be very close. The bearded man didn't want to make money from the man in military civilian clothes, so he called them directly.
It doesn't matter to her, she can sell ginseng to anyone.
The man in military civilian clothes took out a wad of money and said to Zihua, "Comrade, I can only scrape together a few thousand and a few cents at the moment. Let's see if the price can be lower."
The price Zi Hua asked was twice what Brother Wei had bid. She didn't know how much she should actually sell it for. Seeing that the other party seemed to have a patient in urgent need and didn't try hard to lower the price, she immediately agreed, "Okay."
More than a thousand yuan is almost enough for this period of time.
The man in military civilian clothes pushed a roll of money to Zi Hua, "Count it, it's almost one thousand and forty."
Zi Hua took it and saw that the money was in parts and cents. She counted it and found that it was one thousand and forty-three yuan and eight cents. She said, "That's enough."
Knowing that they might talk about something later that would not be convenient for her to listen to, Zihua put the money into the basket with great discernment, picked up the basket, nodded to the people in the yard, and left the yard first.
Junzi followed him and whispered after leaving the yard, "Come back if you have something good. Our brother Wei is the most trustworthy."
Zihua agreed.
Perhaps it was their rule that after Junzi sent her back to Mopan Street, he no longer walked with her.
When Zihua walked to the intersection of Mopan Street, she passed by a young man.
Zihua glanced at him one more time.
Except for being a bit tanned, the young man has handsome features and is the type of young man of later generations. He looks thinner in this era.
She glanced at him more because the young man's appearance seemed familiar to Zihua.
Zihua quickly thought of who the young man was. It was Song Yingmin.
The name Song Yingmin has appeared frequently in her ears recently. Jiang Jing is trying to find a way to get her family to agree to the marriage, and is struggling with Li Erni.
So Zihua could quickly recognize this person.
It can be seen that Song Yingmin's financial situation is not very good. The clothes on his body are all burred, and the weft of the cuffs has even been worn away and turned into strands. The shoes on his feet have two big toes exposed.
Song Yingmin carried an old military satchel with holes on his back and walked into Mopan Street. He looked both ways as he walked, observing or looking for something.
Did Song Yingmin start making his first pot of gold so early?
There is an explanation for Jiang Jing's behavior of staying nearby and not leaving. Nine out of ten times, nine times out of ten, it was because she was targeting Song Yingmin.
After sensing again, Jiang Jing was still in a residential area not far from here.
Do you want to wait for "Song Dynasty" to have a chance encounter?
Li Erni and Jiang Youtian looked down on Song Yingmin's family, and both opposed marriage. Unless Jiang Jing insisted on getting married regardless, she could only take her time.
Now Jiang Jing and Song Yingmin probably have never met directly.
After leaving Mopan Street, Juhua went to the Technical Service Department of the Agricultural Bureau as planned, and took out two notes from the brigade and the Agricultural Technology Station, explaining the purpose of her visit.
It was sold to her, but the equipment was incomplete. She could only do simple measurements, tests, and observations, but could not do anything more in-depth.
The good thing is that a lot of petri dishes, beakers, test tubes, etc. just arrived at the service station, and she bought a lot of them.
They were all things that took up space, and she couldn't fit them in a backpack.
After she filled her backpack, she told the people in the service department to come back later to pick up the rest.
After leaving the service department, I found a deserted place and put my things into Qingjue's space. This is the advantage of coming with Jiang Jing, you can use the space at any time.
After entering the space, she saw what Jiang Jing was doing.
That area is full of bungalows and courtyards, and outside the courtyards are naturally formed winding alleys.
Jiang Jing was walking in a small alley, followed by a little boy over two years old.
When they reached a corner of the alley, Jiang Jing saw that there was no one around and there were no windows facing each other. She quickly ran over and stuffed a fruit candy into the little boy's mouth.
"Can my sister take you to find your mother?"
The little boy's mouth was sweet, and when Jiang Jing took him to find his mother, he said vaguely, "Mom."
Now it's hard for Zihua to guess what Jiang Jing wants to do, because Jiang Jing's brain circuit is different from ordinary people.
She could only guess that Jiang Jing didn't really want to steal the child.
If she guesses wrong, it's not too late to go out and call the police.
I saw Jiang Jing picking up the little boy and turning into another alley.
"Taotao, Taotao."
Anxious shouts came from the depths of the original alley.
"Taotao, where are you?"
Jiang Jing kept her figure straight, turned two more alleys, and arrived on the main road.
When they reached the road, Jiang Jing slowed down and walked a few dozen meters. When she saw a house with an open door next to her, she stepped forward and asked, "Sister, do you know whose child this is?"
I saw this child running towards the road alone on the side of the road, so I picked him up, but I couldn't find the adult for a few times, so he might have gotten lost."
"Oh, this girl has done a great thing. Whose child is so anxious to die after losing their child? Look at how well the child is dressed. It can be seen that the family is in great pain.
This girl saved the lives of a whole family. I can’t recognize whose child this is. The child looks different every day. Let me ask you. If someone gets lost nearby, he won’t be far from home.
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"Hey, okay, I'll go over here with the baby in my arms, and my eldest sister will help me go over there and ask."
In the space, Juhua picked a few oranges to quench her thirst, and while eating, she watched Jiang Jing perform.
Jiang Jing was born thirty years too late and chose the right path to enter the entertainment industry. With her acting ability without any trace of acting, she was able to occupy a place without becoming famous.
Asking questions from house to house, after a while, a circle of enthusiastic people gathered to watch the fun.
Some people said uncertainly that it might be Zhou Juan's child.
Zhou Juan works in a nearby towel factory, and some enthusiastic people biked to find Zhou Juan.
It was estimated that it would take some time to find the child's family. Zihua still had some business to do, so after eating the oranges, she left the room first.
I went back to the service department and took away the remaining things.