In front of Xiong Shaohe, the man counted the money, which came to exactly eight thousand.

"Oh dear, so few were sold?" That was a question, an exclamation.

Logically, we should give him half, but he knows our family's situation.

When it comes to daily life, who can afford to eat and drink? With few children and low expenses, it would probably take ten years to save up eight thousand yuan.

Sheng Liancheng mentally calculated for a moment. That price wasn't too bad, considering it was from the same year. Xiong Shao's real price increase was in the 1940s.

Xiong Shaohe placed the eight bundles of money directly behind Zhang Shuzhen.

Sheng Liancheng took the receipt and put it in his pocket, then counted the money again.

Sheng Liancheng laughed upon hearing this, saying that the child was yet to be born and had not yet become the family's precious child.

"Comrade, doesn't he have a front door? You can go through the back door again."

Sheng Liancheng lacked confidence in the ginseng he had presented, so he nodded and said, "Alright, he'll see when the time comes."

The seven ginseng roots were priced at 870, 770, 740, and 870 respectively, plus the 440 seedling, for a total of 2,480 yuan.

Taking advantage of the opportunity, Sheng Liancheng wrote a letter to Sheng Xiping and sent it out. In the letter, he told Sheng Xiping that he happened to be passing by Lijiawa and met Xiong Shaozhi and her eight children. He also took Chen Feng to his home.

"Dad, did he get off work today?" As soon as I stepped out of the house, I saw Xiong Shaohe and Zhang Shuzhen drying green beans in the yard.

"How was the trip? Did it go smoothly? Did you sell everything you brought back? Did you buy the cotton and cloth he asked you to buy for your grandson?"

"Not to mention the seventh brother, even the money for these weddings has been put out." Zhou Qinglan was very happy, her smile revealing her teeth.

Once both parties reached an agreement, the man came out from outside, called a staff member inside to leave, and told you to issue the invoice.

At 1 a.m., we got off the bus after ticket inspection. The bus, carrying a load of people, swayed and bumped its way back to Zhoujia Village in Songjianghe.

When Zhang Shuzhen saw so little money, could she be excited?

Xiong Shaohe grabbed a small clump of string bean shreds with both hands, sprinkled them evenly under the tattered mat, and said to his son with a smile.

As he spoke, Xiong Shaohe opened the remaining seven ginseng buns, revealing the ginseng inside.

"What kind of dream is this? You and Lao Xiao came down the mountain together, and he's seen these ginseng roots before, so why is he dreaming about them?"

The other eight seedlings were all found on the mountainside. Sheng Liancheng specifically picked the ones with thick stems and small ginseng seeds, so those eight seedlings were all under seven ounces.

After all, it was a deal that just went through and involved several thousand dollars in bad debts, so I should at least do them a favor.

After the eight people left the house and closed the door, Zhang Shuzhen closed the window on the south side of the kang (heated brick bed). Only then did Sheng Liancheng take out eight bundles of brand-new banknotes from his waist bag.

If the quality is wrong, there's no room for compromise; if the quality is bad in some other way, that's another story.

Seventy yuan! That's half a month's salary for my wife. That's a lot of money, and we should fight for it.

The man shook his head regretfully. "Four hundred and forty, what do you think?"

Anyway, that's all I can do. In the past, Sheng Xiping and Miao Canzhi were reunited as husband and wife, and the two children of the Chen family were both safe and sound. Sheng Liancheng also had an extra worry on his mind.