All the medicinal herbs were packed in brown coarse cloth bags and placed next to each other, and there were many kinds.

There are licorice, tangerine peel, hawthorn, as well as astragalus, codonopsis, and rehmannia.

They are all good things for replenishing qi, strengthening the spleen and benefiting the lungs.

In addition to these, Jiang Nian also saw peony root, angelica dahurica, and tuckahoe root on the stall.

These three herbs are known as the three best in the field of beauty and skin care.

It just happened to be the medicinal ingredient Jiang Nian needed most to make the beauty cream.

Jiang Nian not only looked at it, but also picked up the medicinal materials, touched the texture, felt the degree of dryness, and then put it under his nose to smell it.

In this respect, she is a professional.

You can tell it is wild basil as soon as you smell it, and the quality is very good.

The owner of this stall must be a genuine herbalist.

Jiang Nian didn't need to think too much, he had already made a decision in his heart.

She stood up and said to the stall owner.

"Uncle, I want all your herbs. Tell me the price?"

When stall owners sell medicinal herbs at the market, they are actually trying their luck to see if they can meet a few individual customers.

Individual customers don’t buy a lot of medicinal materials, so the price is a little higher.

After noon, when there are fewer people in the market, he will carry the herbs to the herbal medicine store and sell them to the pharmacy, where the wholesale price will be lower.

Therefore, he never expected to meet a customer who wanted to buy the whole thing.

The herbal medicine uncle looked at Jiang Nian in shock.

Jiang Nian has a young face, is very clean-cut, and has a curly haircut, which makes him look even younger.

"Little girl, what I sell is medicinal herbs, not food and drink. Don't make fun of me, go away, go away——"

"Uncle, I'm not just joking, I really want to buy your medicinal herbs. What you sell are all good stuff, just the astragalus, it's at least three years old, it's not common in pharmacies."

Jiang Nian said it casually and accurately told the year of the medicinal materials.

When the medicinal materials uncle heard this, he realized that he had made a mistake.

This young girl in front of me not only understands it, but is also quite extraordinary.

"Little girl, do you really want them all?"

"Well, I want them all. Just name your price."

Jiang Nian had no idea about the prices of medicinal materials in this era.

But she remained calm and composed, and was the most stable negotiator at the negotiation table.

This made the uncle, who had been selling medicinal herbs for decades, feel a little unsure.

He looked at Jiang Nian several times, frowned and thought for a while, then made a decision.

"Little girl, you know what I mean. These herbs are all good stuff, and I won't charge a high price. If you want all of them, I'll give you a flat price of twenty yuan."

The medicinal herbs uncle gritted his teeth and quoted a price.

Jiang Nian was shocked.

Twenty yuan was exactly the money Qin Sanye had given her early in the morning.

It's really a rush.

"make a deal."

Jiang Nian readily agreed and smiled brightly.

Not only did she buy all the medicinal herbs, she also said to the medicinal herbs uncle.

"Uncle, my name is Jiang Nian. I live in the military family compound outside the city. If you have new medicinal materials in the future, you can come to me. As long as you tell me the price, I will take them all."

The herbal medicine uncle had never seen such a generous customer, especially a young girl.

He looked at Jiang Nian's back as he left with the bag of herbs, still unable to focus for a long time.

This is meeting the God of Wealth.

…

It was already noon when Jiang Nian left the market.

She did not go to the state-owned restaurant to eat, but found a secluded place and put all the heavy medicinal materials into her personal space.

He was carrying only a bamboo basket filled with mushrooms.

This is easy and convenient.

She took out another rice ball from her personal space and ate it while walking.

Passing by the original owner's favorite department store, he took a look at a piece of black polyester shirt that cost ten dollars, and was frightened.

So expensive!

She left without even looking back.

Go forward along the mall and there is a post office at the corner.

In the 1970s, the post office was not only used to write and send letters, but also to send telegrams, make phone calls, and transfer money.

Jiang Nian had no need in this regard, but he still strode in.

Because she wants to buy stamps!