Meng Fei walked up to them with some curiosity, and saw some common wild vegetables on the stall in front of the two of them, but in Old Wang's hand was a ginseng wrapped in moss.

The ginseng looked very good, as thick as a thumb, with complete and smooth roots. It was obviously a top-quality ginseng that had been aged well.

At this time, Mr. Wang was bargaining with the stall owner with an excited look on his face.

"The most I'll pay for this ginseng is 2 million! This is my limit, it can't be any higher."

The stall owner seemed to have grasped Mr. Wang's desire to buy and snorted with disdain.

"Grandpa, I have told you so many times that this ginseng is worth at least 3 million. Look at its appearance, its roots, and its head. This is a top-quality product that is only seen once in a century. If you miss this opportunity, you will never see it again. By then, you will have nowhere to buy it."

Hearing this, Mr. Wang looked embarrassed. After glancing at the ginseng, he gritted his teeth and seemed to have made a decision.

"This ginseng!! I want......"

"etc!"

Before Mr. Wang could finish his words, Meng Fei walked out of the crowd and loudly stopped Mr. Wang from speaking.

"Brother Meng, why are you here? It just so happens that I have collected another ginseng. Look at its appearance. This head is really a top-quality product!"

Old Wang made way with excitement to let Meng Fei take a closer look at the ginseng.

Meng Fei looked at the ginseng carefully from top to bottom, not missing a single detail.

But the next second, Meng Fei's face became more and more gloomy, and his eyebrows were frowned.

As if seeing Meng Fei's expression, Mr. Wang asked anxiously: "What's wrong, Meng Fei? Is there anything wrong with this ginseng?"

Hearing Mr. Wang's question, the stall owner immediately became angry and stood up and yelled at the two of them, "If you two don't want to buy, leave now and don't disturb my business! This precious ginseng belongs to those who have money, and if you don't have money, get out!"

The stall owner became angrier and angrier as he spoke, and finally he even pointed his finger at the two of them and cursed them.

Meng Fei's eyes narrowed upon seeing this, and he reached out to grab the stall owner's fingers, and pressed his wrist hard. The stall owner felt pain and fell to his knees on the ground.

“Ouch~ It hurts, it hurts! Be gentle~”

Meng Fei looked at the stall owner coldly and said sternly, "How dare you come out and cheat people with a cultivated ginseng! You are really brave."

"Ouch~ little brother, be gentle, I won't dare to do it again, never again... Ouch."

Meng Fei snorted coldly, exerted force with his arm and threw the stall owner aside.

At this time, Mr. Wang came over with a puzzled look on his face and asked:

"Brother Meng, isn't this ginseng wild? The characteristics of this ginseng are no different from those of wild ginseng. I have been dealing with Chinese medicinal materials for so many years, I shouldn't be mistaken."

Meng Fei reached out and picked up the ginseng, pointed at the part where the ginseng and the leaves were connected and said, "Mr. Wang, look at this."

"Huh?" Old Wang adjusted his glasses and moved closer to check, but he couldn't figure out what was going on after looking for a long time.

Seeing that Mr. Wang was still confused, Meng Fei grabbed the bottom of the ginseng with one hand and the leaves with the other hand and broke them apart with force.

“Crack.”

A sound of breaking wood was heard. Old Wang was startled and went forward to check. He saw a toothpick stuck in the junction of the ginseng head and leaves.

At this time, the toothpick had been broken by Meng Fei, and the joint showed two completely different colors and textures.

"This!!!!" Mr. Wang was shocked. He really didn't expect such a thing to happen.

"Mr. Wang, this technique is called "head replacement" in our Greater Khingan Range. It means splicing the top of an aged ginseng with a very good-looking forest ginseng to deceive tourists from other places. However, this technique requires extremely high skills, and ordinary people can't do it. I heard about it from my grandfather, but this is the first time I've seen it."

Hearing this, the stall owner who had fallen to the ground suddenly stood up and bowed to Meng Fei to apologize.

"Oh, brother, you are really knowledgeable. My little trick can't escape your eyes."

Meng Fei glanced at the stall owner and said slowly: "Uncle, I see that your stall is full of wild vegetables, you must be a mountain herder. We all rely on the mountain god for our livelihood, so we should still do some good deeds on weekdays, otherwise we will not be able to earn money when the time comes, but will not be able to..."

Meng Fei stopped talking halfway and stared at the stall owner meaningfully.

The stall owner immediately understood Meng Fei's meaning, and was so scared that he almost fell to the ground. He quickly knelt on the ground and kowtowed three times towards the direction of the mountain.

Then Meng Fei and the other two left the stall. At this time, Wang Cuifen couldn't help it anymore and asked Meng Fei in confusion:

"Meng Fei, what did you mean by your last sentence? Why did the stall owner react so strongly?"

Meng Fei grinned and explained: "We work in the mountains and rely on the mountain gods to give us food. If the mountain gods want you to get rich, you can't hide from them. If the mountain gods don't like you, even if you turn the mountain upside down, you won't find anything good.

There is also a rule in our business that those with impure intentions are not allowed to join this business. You see, when I go into the mountains, no matter what good things I come across, I will leave some of them unpicked. First, to prevent them from becoming extinct, and second, to leave them for the small animals in the mountains to eat. If we keep taking, the mountains will become increasingly depleted, and eventually they will be destroyed and turned into a barren wasteland. "

After hearing Meng Fei's words, the father and daughter looked admiring.

The young man in front of me is not just a mountain herder, but more like a guardian of the mountains, guarding this primitive and quiet forest world.

At this time, Meng Fei's phone rang. He saw that it was Qiu Bo, so he picked up the phone immediately.

"Hey! Gouzi! Have you arrived yet? I've already booked the meal time. I'll send you the location through my phone. It's 12 noon."

After they chatted for a few minutes, Meng Fei hung up the phone with a smile.

"What's wrong, Brother Meng? Do you have a lunch party?"

"Yeah, my childhood friend happens to work in this town, and he asked me to have lunch with him at noon."

"Oh, then just go ahead and don't worry about us. We plan to find an authentic Northeastern restaurant to try Northeastern cuisine at noon."

Meng Fei chuckled and said, "Oh, what restaurant are you going to? Just walk to the end of the market and you'll see a big iron pot with steam coming out of it. They've been setting up a stall here for more than 30 years, specializing in selling pickled cabbage and big bones. A big bowl costs ten yuan, and you two can eat as much as you want. If I didn't have a lunch party, I would have wanted to go over and have a bowl."

Having said that, Meng Fei swallowed unconsciously.

After hearing this, Mr. Wang instantly perked up. After saying goodbye to Meng Fei, he took Wang Cuifen to the end of the market.

Meng Fei looked at the time and it was almost 12 o'clock, so he drove towards the location sent by Qiu Bo.

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