There were more than a dozen cloth bags piled on the ground.

Zhang Cheng stepped forward and weighed them one by one.

Fifty or sixty pounds is about right.

"Hey guys, give me a hand and pour all this Solomon's Seal into this big sack," Zhang Cheng said, pointing to the largest sack in the corner.

"Okay!"

Everyone started frantically fiddling with the equipment.

"Brother, are you really going to the county now?" Zhang Jianhao was still a little worried.

"Er Gouzi, the road is all buried, falling into the ravine is no joke!"

Zhang Cheng smiled and surveyed the crowd, his gaze unwavering: "The road may be covered by snow, but it's still there. I know the road to the county with my eyes closed."

"Besides, I promised to help you make money, and I can't go back on my word."

"Er Gouzi, why are you so stubborn?" Tie Zhengzi sighed. "Why don't you come with me to the cannery in the spring?"

"How much money can you make working at a cannery?" Zhang Cheng scoffed, pointing to the bulging sack on the ground, and raised his voice: "Believe it or not, I can sell this sack of Solomon's seal for fifty yuan!"

"What?!"

"Fifty dollars?!"

"Brother Er Gouzi, are you delirious with fever? This thing can sell for fifty yuan?"

"Hahaha, Brother Er Gouzi, you're kidding us! This stuff is everywhere in the spring, who's stupid enough to spend fifty yuan to buy it!"

The crowd immediately erupted in disbelief, expressing their disbelief that Zhang Cheng was indulging in wishful thinking.

"Shut up, all of you!"

Zhang Da Nao suddenly roared, making everyone's ears ring.

He stared wide-eyed, scanned the room, and then looked at Zhang Cheng with unwavering determination and trust in his eyes: "I believe in Brother Er Gouzi!"

“Brother Er Gouzi, when are you leaving? I’ll go with you!” Zhang Da Nao said decisively.

Zhang Cheng looked at him, pondered for a moment, and nodded: "Okay. Then go back and prepare some dry food. We'll pack up and set off in a bit."

"good!"

Without hesitation, Zhang Da Nao turned around and strode out of the mud house.

A group of young people were left inside, looking at each other in bewilderment.

As they watched Zhang Da Tou's disappearing figure, they all thought that this guy had gone mad along with Er Gouzi.

Braving the danger of falling off a cliff and enduring wind and snow to go to the county, just to sell that worthless Solomon's Seal?

Why not wait until spring, when the snow has melted, to go?