Don't panic, the prince, the patriarch of fortune, she has space

Chapter 412, Dividing Money
Feng Qingluo looked at the account book carefully, and then handed it to Qin Zhi to read it carefully, and began to distribute the money after confirming that there was no problem.

More than 1 taels of silver, Feng Qingluo accounted for [-]%, Bai Jingxing and Qin Zhi each accounted for [-]%, they didn't have much, but this time it was just a test of the water, and it was the first bucket of gold that I had earned in my life. Two silver coins are enough to make them feel better.

The two men in a good mood were eager to try, they both looked at Feng Qingluo.

Bai Jingxing couldn't hold back at first, "Patriarch Feng, this business is still very good. How are you preparing the medicinal materials? Shall we make another trip?"

Feng Qingluo was counting the silver, when she heard this, she raised her head and glanced at him, "Wait for me a moment."

Speaking of which, Feng Qingluo got up and went into the house, when she came out she had a bag of things wrapped in a rag.

Everyone was disappointed for a while, it must be worthless this time.

Feng Qingluo put the rags in front of Bai Jingxing, "It's all here, let's see which are valuable."

Bai Jingxing barely recovered from his disappointment, and reached out to pick up the cloth bag.The moment the cloth bag was untied, his expression changed, from casual to shocked.

"My God, this ginseng is thousands of years old, right? Are you stabbing a ginseng nest? And this red ganoderma! Just one flower is enough to make people salivate, you... are you sure it's fake?"

Feng Qingluo said coolly: "If my master and other old people hear what you say, they will definitely not give me good things next time!"

Everyone suddenly realized, no wonder the patriarch has so many good things, and he has never seen him go into the mountains often!

That is, her master is quite mysterious, and no one has seen what he looks like.

At this time, a certain "master" in the space rolled his eyes indecently, and said arrogantly: "You ordinary people will never see what I look like!"

Bai Jingxing's eyes were still shining while staring at the medicinal materials. The old Taoist priest came, and when he saw the things on the table, his eyes were shining, and he rushed over and didn't let go of any of them.

"This is good stuff!"

Bai Jingxing became anxious, "Don't grab it, don't grab it, these are all for money!"

The old Taoist was also anxious, "I'll just take a look, just take a look, don't take it or take it! The old Taoist has never seen such a good medicinal material in his life!"

The other old Taoists are fine, but he really doesn't intend to let go of the fire ganoderma.

These two flowers are estimated to be thousands of years old!
The last time the master poisoned him, why would he be helpless if he had this millennium fire ganoderma in his hands!

But the problem is that this is something that the patriarch Feng Xiao took out, so he can't take it away blatantly.

The old Taoist rolled his eyes and couldn't find a valid reason for a while, so anxious in his heart!

Qin Zhi, Han Yan and other subordinates felt that he looked like this, but he was his own, so they couldn't help but look at him, they felt so uncomfortable!
"Smelly Taoist, it's almost over!" Qin Zhi couldn't help reminding.

The old Taoist reluctantly took one last look at Huo Lingzhi, and then ran to Feng Qingluo, smiling very attentively as soon as he came.

"Clan Chief Feng, how do you sell this fire ganoderma?"

For such a priceless thing, he, a poor Taoist priest, felt a little inferior.

Qin Zhi was about to talk about him again, but Feng Qingluo smiled first: "How can you talk about money if the Taoist priest wants it! I still have a plant in my hand, since you need me, I will give it to you."

The old Taoist was moved in his heart, and suddenly felt that the head of the Feng clan was kind and kind, and he was a good person.

Feng Qingluo got up and went into the house again.

Bai Jingxing...

He suddenly felt that he should learn from other old Taoist priests, but when he thought about what he saw just now, uh...forget it!

Qin Zhi looked at the house where he lived for more than half a month with a puzzled expression. If he remembered correctly, he had never seen any herbs in that room!

Did he not pay attention, or did Feng Qing hide too well?
No matter what the reason was, he felt uncomfortable, so he really wanted to follow up and see what secret this little girl had!
Under everyone's expectant eyes, Feng Qingluo soon came out again, holding Conghuo Ganoderma lucidum in one hand and an old ginseng in the other.

It's really an old ginseng, and it's older than the one in Bai Jingxing's hand.

Bai Jingxing...

Suddenly, he felt that the big bag in front of him was worthless!
The old Taoist was so shocked that he almost went crazy, he thought that the one Feng Qingluo mentioned was a ganoderma, but he didn't expect it to be a clump!There are seven or eight flowers in this clump, big and small!
And this ginseng, a piece of it can save lives at critical times!The head of the Feng clan, Hao Heng, gave him one casually!
The old Taoist was too excited to speak.I dare not accept what is handed to me!
"This...how is this so embarrassing?"

Feng Qingluo put it into his hand in a considerate manner, "Don't be polite to me, Taoist priest, you can save people with these things, but if you put them in my hands, they can only be exchanged for money!"

"Patriarch Feng is transparent! Don't worry, the old Taoist will make good use of these things and guarantee that nothing will be wasted!"

Feng Qingluo nodded and sat down.

But Bai Jingxing couldn't help reminding her: "The two items you just sent out are worth at least 10 taels of silver in the capital!"

Feng Qingluo: "...Really?"

"Of course, Millennium Fire Ganoderma lucidum and Millennium Ginseng are rare in the world. If you take out so many at once, I'm afraid it will cause a big wave!"

His words reminded Feng Qingluo, it seems that he has to keep a low profile in the future, try to control the age of the things taken out of the space within 500 years, so as not to cause a fatal disaster!
(End of this chapter)