Nongmen Xiaojiao bag, she relies on space to be rich

Chapter 67 Selling Ginseng

The bullock cart finally quieted down, and when they arrived in the town, the An family of four didn't even give Qian Hua a look.

A few people walked directly towards the pharmacy, and when they arrived, they saw that there were not many people and went in directly.

"Are you going to see a doctor or take medicine?"

The waiter in the pharmacy asked questions in a neutral manner, but his attitude was okay.

Old Man An glanced at the few people in the hall, walked up to Xiao Er and said in a low voice, "Brother, do you accept ginseng here?"

"Ginseng? How old is it?" Xiaoer's tone was a little anxious.

Old man An stretched out a finger, and said concisely: "A hundred years."

Xiao Er's eyes lit up, and he hurriedly walked towards the backyard of the hospital to meet the few people, and arranged the four of them behind the guest room to call the doctor.

"Haha, I heard that some of you have century-old ginseng that you want to sell. I wonder if you can let someone Wang take a look?"

Old man An got up, and after slightly cupping his hands, he opened the cloth bag to reveal the ginseng inside: "Doctor Wang's palm eye."

Dr. Wang's eyes lit up when he saw the ginseng, and he couldn't wait to hold it in his hand to examine it carefully, and then smiled: "It really is a century-old ginseng, with excellent quality and intact roots, not bad, not bad, our medical center accepts this ginseng, How about 100 taels?"

The members of the An family were already the highest if they could sell 80 taels, but they were a little stunned when they heard 100 taels.

Seeing no response from the few people, Dr. Wang thought it was dissatisfaction with the price he gave, and felt a little displeased, but he didn't want to miss out on such a good [-]-year-old ginseng. You must know that it is rare for a medical center to receive a [-]-year-old ginseng.

He frowned and said: "The price I gave is already very fair, even if you go to Fucheng, it won't make much difference. If you think the price is too low, then there's nothing you can do. I can only give you so high."

Seeing that the old man hadn't responded yet, Mrs. An pinched his waist hard.

The old man An looked at Doctor Wang for a moment, and nodded again and again: "No, no, I just didn't expect the hospital to be so fair. If so, then this ginseng belongs to Doctor Wang."

"Haha, it's easy to say, Xiaowei, go to the cashier and get 100 taels of silver."

"Eh."

Old man An hurriedly stopped, and said with a smile: "Wait, please prepare some broken silver for us, thank you."

"Okay, wait a minute."

The little girl named Xiaowei brought over 50 taels of silver and 50 taels of broken silver.

Old man An gave the whole number to Mrs. An, and put the broken silver on himself.

After all, you can't put all your eggs in one basket, just in case.

"This ginseng can't be preserved, so I'll take my leave first."

Seeing Doctor Wang's anxious expression, Old Man An smiled and said, "It's easy to say, Doctor Wang, go on your own, we should go back."

"Okay, next time you have such a good ginseng, just bring it, and our medical center will still charge it at this price."

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Walking out of the clinic, old man An and the others were still dreaming, An Zhinan covered his mouth and snickered, and then realized that he forgot Dr. Wang's question about ginseng just now, and couldn't help feeling annoyed.

But this medical clinic is really fair, the ginseng in the space can be sold, but we still have to wait for a while, so as not to be suspected.

Mrs. An suppressed her excitement and said, "I really didn't expect to be able to sell so much silver."

"Shh, speak carefully."

Mrs. An hurriedly looked around, and was relieved to see that no one was paying attention.

A few people went to the clothing store to buy two pink clothes for An Zhinan, and went to the pastry shop to weigh some pastries and preserves that they were reluctant to buy on weekdays. They took the things and went home full of joy.

After arriving home, Mrs. An asked old man An to find out a piece of silver and handed it to An Zhinan, and said with a smile, "It's all thanks to you, but I can't give you too much. The milk is not because I am afraid that you will spend it indiscriminately, but because I am afraid that bad people will give it to you." If you take it, I will give you one or two first, and then ask for milk when it is gone."

An Zhinan nodded with a smile, and put the silver into his arms.

Then Mrs. An gave another ten taels of silver to Chen Jingrong: "You take this silver, if there is too much money, I won't give it to you. Those are Nannan's dowry silver, and I will save it for her."

Chen Jingrong waved her hands again and again: "Mother, save it all, I still have money here, you gave me a lot last time, don't give me any more."

Mrs. An stared: "To put it bluntly, the money is Nannan's. Without her, our family would not have received so much money. You are her own mother, so treat it as her filial piety to you. Hurry up and take it." , I have to cook."

"Then, then I accept it, thank you mother, thank you girl," Chen Jingrong had no choice but to accept it, and if she didn't accept it, her mother-in-law should keep talking until she accepted it.

Mrs. An nodded in satisfaction, went back to the house and hid all the silver, then went to the kitchen to make lunch.

An Zhinan returned to his room and put the silver into the space. Now he has 12 taels of silver, and he is also a rich little rich woman in Ping'an Village.

Another five days passed, and it was time to rest. Since An Zhinan took half a day off last time selling ginseng, Mr. Liao decided to make up for it.

So An Zhinan arrived at the master's house early when he was supposed to have a rest day.

Mr. Liao continued to sip the good tea, and waited for An Zhinan to run to the limit with the help of the sandbag before taking her to the study.

"Recently, you have made some progress, so today we will discuss more difficult topics, which is very good, 'A fur of a thousand pieces of gold is not the armpit of a fox; a stalk of a terrace is not a branch of a tree; , not the wisdom of a man'; listen well? Shall I say it again?"

An Zhinan shook his head, sitting on the stool and meditating.

When the time came, An Zhinan looked up at Master with a distressed look on his face: "Master, I know the last sentence, but I really don't understand the first two sentences."

"Then tell me how you understand the last sentence."

Mr. Liao had expected that the questions this time were beyond the outline. How could a six-year-old child understand them? If An Zhinan really understood, Mr. Liao should feel evil, and sometimes Huiji will hurt.

An Zhinan grabbed his hair in a bun and said slowly: "This 'Three Generations, Not One Person's Wisdom' means that the fate of the three generations cannot be completed only by the wisdom of one person, Master, please tell me I understand right?"

Mr. Liao nodded in satisfaction: "Yes, that's what it means. As for the first two sentences, it is said that the valuable fox fur is not made of a fox's armpit fur; built."

Looking at the disciples who were listening carefully, Mr. Liao nodded in relief, and continued: "These words mean that everyone gathers firewood, and the flames are high. Even if one person can walk fast, two people can walk farther. Understood?"

An Zhinan nodded thoughtfully, and said with a smile, "Master, I understand. Just like any successful thing, it is inseparable from everyone's tiny efforts. A single spark can start a prairie fire."

"Not bad, a child can be taught, it's done, you practice calligraphy first, then read the book I gave you last time, and then go home when the time comes."

An Zhinan nodded, got up and walked to the desk, ready to practice calligraphy.

(End of this chapter)