Huang Xiaotian and the others didn’t know where the Zhang Family and Li Family’s herbal dicine shops were located, so they had to ask for directions. But just at that mont, there was a sudden commotion up ahead.
Then a crowd of people rushed forward as if sothing major had happened, each one eager to see what was going on.
"There’s sothing fresh, should we go and take a look?" Huang Xiaotian was the most excited.
But as he said this, he looked towards Fang Yi, wanting to know Fang Yi’s opinion.
Fang Yi nodded.
So Huang Xiaotian ran over the fastest.
Zhong Nan and Lei Wan’er seed a bit more reserved, and Fang Yi looked at the two of them and said with a smile, "There’s no rush to buy herbal dicine. Since there’s sothing new, let’s go and see the excitent first."
The two had no objection.
Thus, Fang Yi took the two of them and Niu Er and walked ahead together.
In this wholesale market, there was an open space. No one had set up stalls there, and those who originally had, had already moved away.
At this mont, in this open space was a bamboo basket, with sothing obviously inside the basket, but it was covered by a cloth, so outsiders couldn’t see the whole picture.
Standing next to the basket was a middle-aged man, with a square face, a beard, and bright, crafty eyes.
He stood there with one hand on his hip, shouting loudly, "Co, co, have a look! There’s sothing good here..." A crowd had already surrounded him, and his shouting gradually quieted down.
Finally, the middle-aged man sat down on the ground, reached into the basket, and after a while, pulled sothing out.
The middle-aged man’s surna was Shan, with the given na Hu, known as a ginseng picker, aning he specialized in collecting ginseng.
In these tis, as people’s lives improved, they paid more attention to their health. The theories of traditional Chinese dicine and health preservation were gradually promoted, and ginseng, known for ages, beca particularly famous. There were many wealthy people who liked ginseng, but they especially preferred wild ones.
Whether animal or plant, in most people’s eyes, wild ans the most natural and the best, and ginseng is no exception.
As a dedicated ginseng picker, Shan Hu collected ginseng year-round, sotis going months without finding a single root. But if he did find one, it would be worth years of work.
When he found aged ginseng, the older it was, the more its value multiplied.
Shan Hu was quite well-known in this area; otherwise, his loud calls wouldn’t attract so many people. Many here knew that if Shan Hu shouted, it ant he had definitely found sothing good.
Sure enough, Shan Hu pulled a ginseng root from the basket, and from its surface color and root hair, it appeared to be decades old.
This discovery imdiately caused a stir among the crowd.
"This ginseng... must be at least fifty years old!"
"No way, could Shan Hu have really found sothing good this ti?"
"Look at those root hairs, much fewer than usual. It must be fifty years old. It’s a treasure!"
The crowd buzzed with discussions, their eyes gleaming.
At the sa ti, Fang Yi, along with Niu Er, Lei Wan’er, and Zhong Nan, walked into the crowd and happened to see the ginseng root in Shan Hu’s hand, recognizing its age at a glance.
Fang Yi’s heart skipped a beat. Among the precious dicinal materials he needed, a matured ginseng root was a must.
The older, the better!
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