"You brought that century-old ginseng?" Liu Xueli was still paying attention to this: "Can I see it?"
"Okay." Hua Zhao happened to have finished cooking. He put the dishes on the table, went into the room and took out a flat biscuit box from his school bag. It was made of iron.
Nowadays, biscuits packaged in iron boxes are particularly popular, which represents high-end.
Hua Zhao opened the box and found four ginseng trees wrapped in moss.
One tree is a century old and three are 20 years old.
She temporarily added another tree two days ago.
Before, I only wanted to give it to Ye Shen's grandfather, and my father had one tree for each person. But now I found that my aunt is also very good, so I had to give one to him.
"Wow!~~" Liu Xueli looked at the ginseng in the box in amazement.
"Can I get started?"
"Whatever." Hua Zhao said.
Liu Xueli carefully picked up the century-old ginseng tree, looked at its five elements, and then smelled it. There was a strong ginseng aroma, which was much stronger than the century-old ginseng tree he had seen before. Maybe it was because of its freshness?
The one he had seen had been stored for more than thirty years.
He really wanted to pull off a root and taste it...but he couldn't. The roots of a century-old wild ginseng are precious, and if they were pulled off and damaged, they would not be sold at a good price, so he couldn't afford to pay for it.
He focused on the other three small ginseng trees.
"Sell it to me. Just one tree will do!" he said hurriedly. He couldn't afford more.
"No." Hua Zhao said, "I plan to give each of these three to Ye Shen's grandfather, father, and aunt. We cannot sell them."
"Wow!" Liu Xueli immediately looked at Ye Fang with envy.
Ye Fang was stunned for a moment, then leaned on the sofa with a happy face, and proudly said to Liu Xueli: "I can give you a ginseng root to taste from my tree."
She accepted Hua Zhao's gift without ceremony, and she was confident that she could afford it.
Hua Zhao smiled happily, she liked this aunt, and she didn't like the kind of hypocritical pushing and pushing scenes.
"These three trees belong to no one, right?" Liu Xueli asked immediately.
"It doesn't matter, you choose the right one for my aunt. Actually, I don't know much about ginseng." Hua Zhao said.
"Hey, okay, okay, you are so kind to your aunt." Liu Xueli praised. Sure enough, he chose the one he thought was the best.
He is a Western medicine doctor, but before learning Western medicine, he studied Chinese medicine for several years, and now Western medicine practitioners must spend one or two months every month to learn about Chinese medicine, which is advocated by the country.
It's not feasible to ask him to prescribe Chinese medicine, but it's okay to ask him to identify a medicine.
Liu Xueli took out a slightly thicker ginseng, pulled off a ginseng tendril and put it in his mouth. He was immediately shocked by its rich medicinal aroma.
He has also eaten ginseng, not to mention the 20-year-old one, he has tasted a little bit of the 50-year-old one... Why does this one feel better than the 50-year-old one? Is it because the freshness is more effective? Or is it the one from Huazhao's family?
Good landscape?
Probably both.
And didn’t you hear that the mountains are full of wild ginseng, so the soil and water must be good!
"It's really good, really good." Liu Xueli nodded repeatedly. At first, when he heard Hua Zhao's words being so exaggerated, he thought she was going to bring out fake ginseng... Which mountaintop now dares to say that it has a lot of wild ginseng?
There are quite a few that can be planted.
Many years ago, when ginseng was used as a tribute, artificial cultivation technology was already available, and now it can be said to be very mature.