As the scope of artificial cultivation continues to expand and the industry becomes more large-scale, the efficacy of these two medicinal herbs has declined, and their value is no longer what it used to be.

Wang Tianxiao snapped out of his daze and said sincerely, "Thank you. If I need anything, I'll come back to ask you for help again. My name is Wang Tianxiao."

"Okay, Xiao Wang, I'll remember you."

Next, under the guidance of the older woman, Wang Tianxiao paid a deposit of 1,000 yuan. One jin of dandelion and white wormwood seeds cost three yuan each. Because he wanted a large quantity, he bought them at two yuan and fifty cents per jin. Two thousand jin would cost exactly five thousand yuan. He paid a 20% deposit first.

At this time, you can't use a credit card; you can only deposit and withdraw through a passbook, which is quite inconvenient.

Fortunately, Wang Tianxiao was prepared.

Old Man Mi stayed with him the whole time he was doing his business, occasionally chatting with him about the methods and precautions for planting dandelions and wormwood. He could tell that this old man was truly knowledgeable, not just a self-proclaimed expert.

He didn't stand on ceremony and asked the old man about common abnormalities, symptoms, and treatments for the two medicinal materials, receiving patient explanations in return.

As we talked, we lost track of time.

Before we knew it, we were sitting in the chairs where the guests were being entertained and talking for quite some time.

It wasn't until Wang Tianxiao suddenly felt hungry and looked around that he realized it was already quite dark outside.

He then stood up and said, "Mr. Mi, thank you for sharing so much knowledge with me. I have benefited greatly. It's getting late, so I'll be leaving now. I'll come back in two weeks."

"Okay, keep up the good work, young man. Take care."

Mi Qingsong escorted Wang Tianxiao to the door and watched him ride away on his bicycle.

"Mr. Mi, why are you being so polite to this person?" the older woman asked curiously.

She knew that Professor Mi was a retired professor from a university in the provincial capital, an expert specializing in the development and research of traditional Chinese medicine, and that his willingness to run the supply and marketing cooperative was simply a way to warm up the market.

After all, Qingquan Town is located right next to two mountains and is the largest supply base for traditional Chinese medicine in the vicinity.

Old Mi usually doesn't care about these kinds of trivial matters. Even if someone asks him for help, he just brushes them off. He's never seen him so attentive to a young man like he is today, even personally seeing him off to the door.

What kind of treatment do they receive?

“It’s nothing,” Mi Qingsong smiled, “I just think he’s a very interesting young man.”

"What's so interesting about it? I don't see it."

“You guys are still too young,” Mi Qingsong said. “Didn’t you notice that this young man isn’t as light and carefree as ordinary people, but rather has a kind of gravitas about him?”

Seeing that the two didn't understand, Mi Qingsong explained again: "In short, although he is a young man, he has an old-fashioned air about him. You are too young to understand, but this old man with half of his body buried can see it clearly."

Why is that?

"I can't really explain it, but let's just call it maturity beyond its years. That's why I was immediately interested in him, and what he asked for was exactly what I've always wanted to promote. So, what do you think? Should I be nicer to him?"

Is it really that amazing?

"Haha, whether it's amazing or not, only time will tell. I have a strong feeling that this child is destined for greatness."

Mi Qingsong initially tried to explain to the two women, but later it seemed more like he was advising himself. He was getting old, and some of his dreams had not yet been realized. Perhaps this young man was the opportunity that God had sent him.

Thinking of this, he felt his long-dormant blood begin to burn again.

Looking at the signature of Wang Tianxiao on the deposit, he muttered to himself: Wang Tianxiao, don't let this old man down.

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When Wang Tianxiao returned home, Li Yali cooked porridge and steamed a kind of bun made from a mixture of cornmeal and fine flour, which she called "Gold Wrapped in Silver".

It's basically like making steamed buns, with a layer of cornmeal and a layer of fine noodles rolled up. The outer cornmeal is golden yellow, and the inner fine noodles are white.

These steamed buns weren't made for taste, but to save food.

After all, not every family can afford to eat thin noodles all the time; it's already good enough if they can eat thin noodles as a side dish.

It's a sad story.

In those days, the official purchase price for wheat was three cents, while private buyers had to pay five cents. However, forty years later, the price of wheat is only a little over one yuan. Yet, inflation has multiplied many times over in the meantime, demonstrating just how difficult it was to be a farmer.

He ate some of it with the pickled vegetables.

The food had gone cold, and Li Yali offered to reheat it for him, but he refused, saying it wasn't necessary so late at night.

"Have you fed the three dogs?" Wang Tianxiao thought to himself that he had been too busy to take care of the three dogs today.

Li Yali laughed and said, "Of course we'll feed them less. We'll cook cornmeal and bran for them. I think they eat more than we do. These three dogs are not easy to raise."

Wang Tianxiao laughed and said, "It's alright, they're very useful. When we go into the mountains, the dogs can hunt and guard the house, they're just as good as people."

"That's true."

Li Yali nodded, then thought for a moment and said, "It's just a bit inconvenient to keep the dogs tied up in the yard right now. They only recognize our family and keep barking at other people. It would be troublesome if they broke free and bit someone."

Wang Tianxiao nodded.

He had thought about this issue on his way back. The communal living environment of the pit-dwelling was indeed not suitable for keeping dogs. Just as his wife said, if one of them bit someone, given their ferocity, it would be strange if it didn't kill the person.

After thinking it over, he decided that tomorrow he would first tie the dog to a big tree on the cliff, far from the main road, so that it wouldn't bother anyone.

After his wife and child are born, he will stay at the station with his wife temporarily, and then this problem will be solved.

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