"The best ginseng is at least a hundred years old."

At this moment, she truly believed Clyde's claim that there was plenty of ginseng in the mountains behind his house.

Otherwise, my uncle wouldn't have been able to dig up two hundred-year-old ginseng roots so easily.

Seeing her like this, Clyde's father asked with interest, "Little Ningzi, is this ginseng a good thing?"

"yes."

The refined-looking man became interested and said with a smile, "Could you tell me about it?"

"no problem."

So, Sanning explained the benefits of ginseng to Clyde's father.

After she finished speaking, the refined man looked at his son.

"Son, we have ginseng from several mountains. Aren't you surprised, delighted, and touched?"

"Dad, didn't I have a keen eye and find a treasure?"

Clyde responded with a thumbs-up.

"Dad, you're awesome!"

Then, he changed the subject, "Since we have ginseng from several mountains, Dad, why don't you take Mr. Kaka and the butler to dig up five hundred ginseng roots and send them to me?"

"Ningning is waiting to use it."

"good."

Clyde's father nodded and said to Sanning, "I'll take some people to dig it up today and send it to you."

As he spoke, he rubbed his hands together, somewhat embarrassed, and said, "I'd like a few prepared ones. Could you please prepare them for me so Clyde can bring them back when he returns?"

"Okay, Uncle."

Sang Ning readily agreed, "I'll prepare it for you then."

"OK."

Clyde's father nodded and asked, "How will we preserve it and send it to you after we dig it up? Won't it rot in transit if it takes too long?"