Farming: I dressed up as a widow and beat my parents-in-law violently

This is a bitch.

What about the promised brotherhood?

After drinking all the tea, you still compete with him for such casual customers who don't make a few bucks.

The Kongya glanced at him out of the corner of his eye.

He raised the corners of his mouth carelessly.

They are all peers, what kind of bullshit brothers.

He only knows that he wants to make money, no matter how big or small it is.

Even if the commission is only one copper plate, he will treat his guests seriously and will not let any guest go.

Giving up wealth is equivalent to giving up life!

It's fine to brag, but it's not fun to take it seriously.

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The stars and the moon are in the same frame, and night falls.

The whole land fell into sleep.

Yan Xia has already had a sweet dream, and Baihua Village has become quiet from the bustle during the day.

"Whoohoo-"

"Chi chi chi——"

"Creak, creak -"

"Wang Wang Wang-"

"......"

The sounds of teeth grinding, rat barking, purring and dog barking are intertwined together, making them appear particularly harmonious.

Night always passes faster than day.

When Yan Xia woke up, the sun was shining through the window.

She had a quick breakfast and returned to town with all the fresh roses and rose jam.

"Osmanthus, fresh roses will be used for these two days. Put the rose jam in the warehouse. Wintersweet, please bring the carriage in. Mom is going out to do some errands."

Yan Xia didn't even enter the shop door.

After giving instructions to his two daughters, he left.

He also grabbed a sack and walked to the alley to put all the ginseng in the space into it while no one was around. Except for the thousand-year-old ginseng tree.

She originally wanted to find a drug store to ask about the price, but she happened to run into Su Anjiang.

I saw him holding a piece of shortbread in his hand, which was delicious.

"Yan, shopkeeper Yan..."

Su Anjiang was stunned for a moment when he saw Yan Xia.

The shortbread in his mouth no longer tasted good, so he quickly swallowed it.

He looked a little embarrassed.

However, Yan Xia seemed to be fine.

"Good morning, Shopkeeper Su. Are you just having breakfast? Why haven't you come to the shop to buy pastries recently?"

"Ahem, cough, cough, I want to change my taste recently. How are you doing, Shopkeeper Yan, these days?"

Su Anjiang choked on his saliva.

Coughed several times.

His face turned red.

"It's okay. I went to Jiangnan County a few days ago and met a hunter on the street. He said that he had dug up several century-old ginseng plants at home and the price was cheap, so I bought them all. The shop was busy yesterday, so I just thought of selling them today. I’m going to go to the drug store and ask about the price. If it’s too low, I’ll just make my own chicken soup and drink it.”

Yan Xia made random nonsense.

"Centennial ginseng? Seriously? Where is it?"

Su Anjiang looked serious.

Recently, a drugstore challenged him, claiming that there was more than one ginseng in the store that was 300 years old.

And all must be well preserved.

He went to see it and found that it was indeed three hundred years old ginseng.

It's just that the other one is more than two hundred years old.

The remaining two plants are also a hundred years old.

But ginseng is rare, and century-old ginseng is even rarer.

There are only two plants in his shop, and they are both a hundred years old.

One of the plants was only half gone.

This thing is hard to buy even if you have money.

Usually they are found by farmers who live in mountainous areas. When they dig ginseng, they don't know how to protect the beards, so they sell ginseng with severed beards.

The same 100-year-old ginseng with full beard can be sold for one hundred or even one hundred and fifty taels.

The ones with severed beards can only be sold for seventy or eighty taels at most.

In a good year, when ginseng is not so rare, fifty taels are worth the price.

Ginseng is of no value except for medicinal purposes.

However, if it is well preserved, it can be used as a family heirloom and kept for dozens or even hundreds of years.

Once during a bad year, he met a customer in his medicine shop who needed to buy two hundred years old ginseng as a gift to his mentor, so he bought his store's treasure, five hundred taels, at a high price.

He bought the ginseng plant from a vendor in the far south.

It only cost 160 taels.

It can be seen that the value of ginseng will change with the situation.

There were disasters in the past few years, and ginseng was harder to find than before.

The only 100-year-old ginseng in the shop was bought at a high price.

I heard that Yanxia has several century-old ginseng plants.

Su Anjiang was very excited. He had been beaten enough by his opponent.

I have to avenge my shame. If shopkeeper Yan has three hundred years of ginseng, he will buy it for five hundred taels!

For the sake of face, it’s worth it!

"Shopkeeper Yan, since you want to sell it and I happen to want to buy it, how about you just sell it to me directly?"

Yan Xia is naturally willing.

Not only did Su Anjiang help her, he also gave her such expensive tea.

Don't say it's sold.

It doesn't matter if she just gives one.

"Okay, we are all acquaintances, so of course it would be better to sell it to you."

"Thank you very much. Shopkeeper Yan, why don't you come to my shop to discuss it in detail? By the way, where do you put your ginseng?"

Yan Xia was a little confused when he heard this.

She was holding such a big sack in her hand. Is Shopkeeper Su blind?

Can not you see?

Of course Su Anjiang saw it, but how could he have guessed that Yan Xia would stuff such expensive ginseng into a sack.

If the fragile ginseng whiskers are broken, dozens or even hundreds of taels will be lost.

Who dares to be so extravagant.

"Well, isn't this just-"

Yan Xia lifted the sack.

Shake it off.

"Oh my God, Shopkeeper Yan, you are such a waste of money."

Su Anjiang was heartbroken.

Especially when Yan Xia tossed the sack, the sound coming from inside seemed to be pinching his heart.

"Forehead--"

Seeing his old face wrinkled into a chrysanthemum, Yan Xia had no choice but to stop what he was doing.

"Go to my shop quickly."

Su Anjiang couldn't wait any longer.

Lead Yan Xia back to the pharmacy.

It’s that familiar pavilion again.

Yan Xia sat on the stool. This time there was no Canglan, just ordinary Biluochun.

After all, Cang Lan is at her home.

"Shopkeeper Yan, please take out the ginseng."

Su Anjiang couldn't wait to do it himself.

It's just because of face that it's hard to speak.

"Okay."

Yan Xia opened the sack and took out a two-hundred-year-old ginseng.

"Not bad, not bad. I dug it very carefully. The beard is all there and still stained with moisture, just like it was just dug."

Yan Xia's eyes flashed slightly.

She had forgotten this.

The ginseng was thrown into space as soon as it was dug out, but her space did not flow, so the ginseng was what it was when it was dug out, and it is what it is now.

Fortunately, shopkeeper Su didn't have any doubts.

Otherwise, she would have to make up lies again to get through.

"This ginseng should be between two hundred and twenty to two hundred and fifty years old. I can give you two hundred and sixty taels. What do you think?"

After all, Su Anjiang liked Guo Yanxia.

If it were someone else, he would have offered a price of two hundred at most, and he would have been dead if he added fifty taels to the sky.

If you give more, you won't be able to make money.

Unless it is well preserved and reserved for special periods, it will be sold at a high price.

"No hurry, there's more."

Yan Xia took out another two-hundred-year-old ginseng.

Su Anjiang thought the rest were for a hundred years.

Two 200-year-old ginseng came in succession, and his eyes brightened.

"Shopkeeper Yan must be an expert. He digs ginseng very carefully. He didn't even get any damage. Two of the same beards count as five hundred and twenty taels!"