good old days

Chapter 547 Ginseng is coming

After the meal, Ding Changhai took out a piece of wild roe deer meat weighing about three kilograms from his bag, put it to his nose and smelled it, and felt relieved that it was not damaged.

"This is wild roe deer meat. It has been marinated and dried. It is not bad yet. Auntie, you can try it."

"What's roe deer meat?" Wang Sumei had never heard of it and looked at the somewhat dry red meat in surprise.

Jiang Xinyu has never eaten roe deer meat, which is a nationally protected animal, but I heard that the meat tastes quite good.

If it were alive, she would definitely not be able to take this mouthful. It would be broken down into pieces of flesh. She would have to taste the texture in two bites. I heard that roe deer are stupid, and it is not illegal to eat them in this day and age.

Maybe there are too many people hunting it, so the number will be greatly reduced, and it will become a nationally protected animal in the future.

Song Yahui is now the dishwasher at home, and Wang Sumei asked him to boil a large pot of hot water for Ding Changhai to wash for a while.

In addition to the roe deer meat, there is also a jar of wine soaked in ginseng whiskers.

"You can take them home. These are not cheap." Wang Sumei refused to accept them.

Ding Changhai said: "I brought home some. These are gifts for you. My uncle's family brewed this wine for free. Occasionally, I drink half a cup of ginseng wine, which is good for your health. My uncle's family brewed this wine for free." While making wine with snakes, I looked at him and dared not even take a sip..."

Wang Sumei: "I'm such a good boy..."

Making wine with snakes gave her goosebumps just listening to it.

After talking for a while, Jiang Xinyu got down to the topic and talked to him about the raisin problem in Xinjiang Province.

"Brother Changhai is generous and willing to give me half of the goods that he worked so hard to collect. The last batch of raisins in Xinjiang Province this year is only three tons, so I will give you half."

Ding Changhai hesitated and said, "Isn't there not enough to sell in your shop?"

People do things sincerely, and Jiang Xinyu also wants to be sincere. Cooperation is for both parties, and it is not okay for one party to catch the other party and take advantage of it.

"It's enough to sell, and now there are still people delivering goods to our shop. There are many kinds in the shop, and there's no shortage of them."

After thinking about it, Ding Changhai said: "Don't give me half of it. I have already invested all my money. After this autumn harvest, I harvested a lot of crops that can be used to extract oil. I also bought a machine from the city's oil factory to specifically extract oil." Oil. I have spent almost all my money on a trip to the Northeast. Just give me a ton of raisins. If you buy dried fruits from other Xinjiang provinces in your shop, you will buy me a total of 2,000 yuan a year ago. After deducting the freight this time, I will mail you the remaining money in January. Our county is not as good as the capital, and the goods worth two thousand yuan should be able to be sold for more than half a year..."

To put it bluntly, the exchange between the two was to share the source of goods. Ding Changhai showed Jiang Xinyu the receipt of the goods, proving that he did not earn a penny from her and would give her whatever price he charged.

Jiang Xinyu also had a receipt, and Ding Changhai fell silent when he saw the shipping fee from Xinjiang Province.

It's really expensive. If the goods are small, the shipping cost will be higher than the price of the goods themselves.

"Brother Chang Hai, you can open your store in the city. There are many people with purchasing power in the city, and business will be better."

Ding Changhai naturally knew this truth, but it was no longer easy to open a store in the county. He rented private houses on the street and converted them into shops. As for the city, it was useless to find a suitable place.

Selling grains and dried fruits is the next best thing. He thinks oil extraction is more promising. After all, every household needs oil for cooking and cooking.

"Brother Changhai, what's the price of those three ginseng plants? Are there that many ginsengs over there?"

Wang Sumei was also very curious.

She had never seen ginseng, but she had heard of it and knew that it could prolong life and was very valuable.

"Can ginseng bring people back to life? Can they extend their lives?"

If Chen Jinhua eats ginseng, will his health be better?

Wang Sumei immediately thought of Chen Jinhua, who had incurable cancer.

Jiang Xinyu almost squirted from the water she just drank.

"Mom, if ginseng can bring the dead back to life, there will be no old monsters in the world who will never die, and there is no telling whether they will live longer or not."

Wang Sumei was disappointed: "Then why is it so expensive?"

Ding Changhai said: "This kind of naturally long and rare thing is definitely not cheap. There are people who specialize in collecting ginseng. The current market price is thirty to fifty-one pounds, but picking ginseng is not an easy task. It’s normal to get nothing for a few months. Now someone is secretly planting it there, and when it floods, it will probably be worthless.”

Things are more expensive when they are scarce, and leaving aside the difference in medicinal value between wild and cultivated ones, as the number increases, he feels that the price will definitely come down.

"The three plants cost eighty yuan in total. The fifty-year-old plant is more expensive and bigger. People sell it regardless of the pound. Brothers and sisters, I am not cheating you."

The price is quite expensive, but Jiang Xinyu can accept it.

"That's what you are saying. We must believe you. You must be tired from the journey. Wash yourself and rest quickly." The child woke up and cried. Jiang Xinyu went to the room and saw that he had indeed wet the bed.

She was really convinced, pinched his nose and said, "Almost one and a half years old, he still wets the bed when he sleeps."

Who told her how old a child must be to stop wetting the bed?

After cleaning up, Wang Sumei entered the house to see what the ginseng looked like.

Jiang Xinyu said: "Mom, someday you can send this big one to Chen Yi's father."

After a pause, she said, "Take two of them, and we can keep one small one for ourselves."

Wang Sumei's eyes lit up, "Can this thing help people live longer? Can Chen Yi's father recover after eating it? Even if he is not completely cured, can he live a few more years?"

This put Jiang Xinyu at a loss. After a while, she said, "I don't know if it's useful, but it should have some benefits."

She gave ginseng to Chen Jinhua just to repay the favor.

After thinking for a while, she added: "You can also carry Yan Yan over to stay with him. He will definitely be in a good mood."

Wang Sumei said uninterestedly: "Next week, you can go with the child, otherwise Feng Man will not be happy to see me."

It would be better to have one less thing.

Ding Changhai stayed at home for two days and went to the market with Song Yahui every day. He said he had no money and bought a bunch of gadgets to take home.

Just after December, the first snow fell in the capital.

It was getting colder, Professor Yu was ill, and their classes were replaced by other teachers.

Jiang Xinyu made red date and snow pear soup at home, put it in a deep-mouthed pole and carried it to his dormitory at school.

She thought that Song Minghan had been seriously injured by Chen Jinhua last time and he probably hadn't recovered yet. Professor Yu must have no one to take care of him.

The temperature in the dormitory was a little higher than outside, and the fire in the stove was half dead.

Professor Yu just got up from the bed as soon as he saw it.

Jiang Xinyu poured the soup for him, asked him to drink it while it was hot, and added coal to the stove.

"Your face is so red. You must have a fever. Do you have any medicine? I'll go to the infirmary and ask a hygienist to come over and take a look at you."

I was originally short and thin, but due to this disease, my cheeks looked like they had no flesh on both sides, and my whole body looked gloomy, like an old man in his twilight years.

Yu Xiling, “You’ve taken the medicine, you don’t need to look for anyone to see you.”

Drinking the sweet and warm soup, Yu Xiling felt much better.

He somewhat lamented in his heart that when his family came back, they regarded him as an enemy, but this student did miss him.

"I heard someone said that you compiled a Chinese-English reading book? Are you going to publish it, or should you ask for a recommendation from Lao Wu?"

Jiang Xinyu nodded guiltily, "I went to see you. You seemed to have gone to the hospital at that time. The editor was in a hurry, so I asked Professor Wu."

In terms of closeness, Professor Yu is indeed closer to her than Professor Wu, but the external relationship is not messy.

Yu Xiling had a headache when he thought about his grandson, and asked silently: "What is the name of the book? When the bookstore sells it, I will buy two copies for my grandson."

Jiang Xinyu was surprised, "Your grandchildren...?"

She thought that Teacher Yu's only relative was Song Minghan.

Yu Xiling had a rare smile on his face, "Well, they are back from the island."

After taking the last sip of the soup, he sighed with a look of despair, "It's a pity that my eldest grandson died of illness when he was ten years old, otherwise he would probably be able to take the college entrance examination now."

"What happened at Wuliqiao Brigade?" In the memory of the original owner, when Professor Yu first arrived at Wuliqiao Brigade, there was a child with him.

Yu Xiling nodded, "It was the first winter I went to your place. It was too cold and the fever disappeared after a few days."

(End of this chapter)