Manshu Congshan Ruliu sat down and politely thanked the uncle.
Qi Xiang followed suit. Although she didn't know why Manshu would drink tea with this old man, she didn't want to ruin Manshu's affairs.
If the old man really had any bad intentions, she could just wait and protect Manshu with all her strength.
Qi Xiang stared intently at the waiter serving tea.
Manshu couldn't laugh or cry.
"I wonder why the uncle invited me to drink tea?"
Manshu went straight to the point.
The uncle didn't seem surprised by her behavior and pointed at the money bag in her hand.
"Can you show me your copper coins?"
Manshu was stunned, then poured the coins on the table and pushed a handful of coins in front of the uncle.
"As you please."
The uncle grabbed a few copper coins and weighed them one by one.
Finally one of them was selected.
"Did you grab these copper coins casually?"
The uncle expressed doubts about Manshu's casual arrest.
"Didn't you just see it?"
Manshu glanced at the one he singled out.
These copper coins all have floating spiritual energy, but this one has more than the others.
Manshu felt it, holding these copper coins in his hand, only which one was the most comfortable.
This must be related to the stronger spiritual energy on it.
Just looking at these copper coins, they are all from the Qing Dynasty.
In fact, the difference in spiritual energy is not very big.
Unless, that one is better.
Since the old man only kept the one in his hand, it must be that he saw the difference in that copper coin.
"You said you would take these copper coins back to ward off evil spirits. I think you have enough coins. Why don't you give this one to the old man?"
The uncle even asked Manshu for copper coins without any courtesy.
"Of course, I don't want it for nothing, how about paying for it?"
Manshu looked at the copper coin in the uncle's hand: "I'm not short of money."
The uncle raised his eyebrows. Whose child is this? He said that he was not short of money.
However, the little girl speaks standard Mandarin and doesn’t sound like she’s from Hong Kong.
The way these two little girls were dressed certainly didn't look like money-hungry masters.
What should I do? I am not short of money.
The uncle is a little regretful. Why didn't he see the difference between this copper coin and others before?
Now I can see it, but it's a pity that the little girl got there first.
He subconsciously asked: "Then what do you lack?"
"I heard that Ci'antang has a century-old ginseng."
Manshu spoke suddenly.
Even the uncle was shocked.
"Are you here for my century-old ginseng?"
The uncle, Zheng Yongnian, the old boss of Ci'an Hall, looked at Manshu in surprise.
Ci’antang’s century-old ginseng can be said to be the store’s treasure.
It has been kept in the store for so many years. Many people have thought about buying it, but Zheng Yongnian has not agreed.
He was reluctant to sell it at all. Although there were many ginseng collections in the store, there was only one ginseng that was hundreds of years old.
How can you sell the treasure of your store so easily?
That ginseng root is of great use.
"I want to buy it to save my family's life. Please help me, Mr. Zheng."
"Little girl, you are in a bit of trouble."
Zheng Yongnian's face slightly condensed.
If the little girl asked for money directly, it would be easy for him to spend the money to buy the copper coin.
But if what the little girl wants is not money, but the treasure of the store, then he won't be so happy.
Even the joy of getting this Xianfeng Yuanbao was suppressed a little.
That is the treasure of the store!
"Mr. Zheng likes to collect ancient coins. This Xianfeng Yuanbao is worth five hundred. It happened to be yours, right?"