Cheng Qingyan didn't know what to say. Ye Lingyu had already given herself to him, so it would be impolite for her to say anything more.

When they had walked about halfway, the old man fed the cows water, and Ye Lingyu took the opportunity to pick some dry grass by the roadside. The old man teased her for knowing how to care for her husband.

Even with the straw mat, the bumpy ride wasn't reduced at all.

This oxcart ride left Cheng Qingyan with a psychological trauma; she always felt like her bottom no longer belonged to her.

In the end, she could only squat on the carriage, and when she looked at Ye Lingyu, there was no difference on her face at all.

If there weren't so many people around, she would definitely have asked Ye Lingyu if her butt was made of iron. How could she endure such a bumpy ride?

Finally, around ten o'clock, they arrived in town, and Cheng Qingyan's butt was finally relieved.

Before leaving, she said to the old man, "Grandpa, we'd like to ride the oxcart again this afternoon. Will you still be there this afternoon?"

"Then you'd better hurry. I'll be waiting for you at the teahouse outside town around 1:15 PM."

"Okay, sir."

The town was much more lively than the village, and the pedestrians were dressed much more elegantly; it was rare to see people with patched clothes walking on the street.

The streets were crowded with people, and the vendors, dressed in simple clothes, had displayed a wide variety of goods on both sides of the road.

Cheng Qingyan asked Ye Lingyu, "Wife, do you know where the herbal medicine shop is?"

She planned to sell the ginseng first, so she would have some money in hand before she felt at ease.

Ye Lingyu nodded without saying anything and led the way.

The bustling scene on the street seemed to have nothing to do with her.

Ye Lingyu didn't look at anything. Cheng Qingyan, on the other hand, was full of curiosity about everything. It was obvious that this was his first time in town, or that he rarely came to town.

There were many vegetable vendors on East Street. Cheng Qingyan walked around observing their vegetables, and could only say that their appearance was average.

Eggplants like these used to have many scars and deformities, so they didn't look very good. Unlike modern eggplants, which are smooth and beautiful.

The cucumbers have lost all their thorns and flowers, and they look wilted.

The green beans were passable, but they had many insect holes, which greatly affected the quality of the dish.

The chives were very short; if someone hadn't called out that they were chives, she wouldn't have been able to tell.

If she could grow better vegetables, just as beautiful as modern dishes, that would definitely be more profitable than growing rice.

Finally, Ye Lingyu led Cheng Qingyan to a pharmacy, Jimintang.

Cheng Qingyan looked at the antique building with curiosity. Goodness, this is a real ancient building!

One wall was covered with medicinal herbs, and the layout was similar to the pharmacies she had visited in modern times, only smaller.

When the pharmacy owner saw someone enter, he hurriedly came forward: "Young master, are you here to get medicine or to see a doctor?"

Cheng Qingyan returned the shopkeeper's greeting: "I don't see doctors or prescribe medicine, but I have something I'd like to ask if you accept it here."

"Wife, let the shopkeeper take a look at the items."

Ye Lingyu lifted the cloth covering the basket, revealing several plump ginseng roots lying at the bottom.

The ginseng roots are also intact, clearly indicating that they were harvested by someone knowledgeable.

The shopkeeper took out a tree, examined it for a moment, and nodded: "Not bad, not bad. Young man and lady, please take your seats here."

"Thank you for sitting."

The shopkeeper then looked at the other two ten-year-old ginseng roots, put them back, and asked, "Does the young master wish to sell them all?"

"That depends on whether the price offered by the shopkeeper is suitable."

The shopkeeper pondered for a moment and quoted a price: "How about this, one tael of silver for a ten-year supply, and two taels of silver for a thirty-year supply?"

Cheng Qingyan noticed Ye Lingyu's subconscious frown and immediately realized that the price was too low.

She stood up: "In that case, there's no need to trouble the shopkeeper."

Seeing that she was about to leave, the shopkeeper quickly stopped her: "Young master, don't be angry, don't be angry. The price can still be negotiated. Let's sit down and talk it over slowly."

“Please give us the actual price. We have other things to do and don’t have much time to waste here.”

The shopkeeper was silent for a moment, then said, "How about this, I'll give you eighteen taels of silver in total?"

Cheng Qingyan turned to look at Ye Lingyu, but Ye Lingyu did not nod. Not wanting to linger any longer, she stood up.

"I'm afraid this deal won't go through. Thank you for your help, shopkeeper."

Ye Lingyu also stepped forward to cover the basket with the cloth, picked up the basket, and was about to leave.

The shopkeeper lowered the price because he saw their shabby clothes. These few ginseng roots should have sold for at least twenty taels.

Two taels of silver is enough for a family to live on for half a year. And the price difference between the first and second quotes is too great, which is really confusing.

The shopkeeper initially thought the ginseng they dug up was dug by someone knowledgeable, but then he noticed their tattered clothes, which made them look like poor people. He figured he could lower the price, but they wouldn't know anything about it anyway.

Unexpectedly, I actually encountered someone who knew the price. What a blunder!

Seeing that the two were about to leave without looking back, the shopkeeper chased after them to the door: "Gentlemen, gentlemen, don't be in such a hurry to leave. I'll take your things. How about twenty taels?"

Passersby couldn't help but glance at Cheng Qingyan and Ye Lingyu a few more times when they heard the price of twenty taels of silver.

Ye Lingyu pulled Cheng Qingyan back into the shop.

Cheng Qingyan remained speechless, feeling that she had encountered similar situations in modern times as well.

However, it wasn't her who encountered it; she had seen others doing the same thing in the mall.

Even the game she played before had this trading model, mainly to rip off people who didn't know anything about it.

Twenty taels of silver were put into the basket Ye Lingyu was carrying. Cheng Qingyan said to Ye Lingyu, "Wife, go wait for me to the side. I'll be right there."

"Shopkeeper, may I speak to you in private?"

The shopkeeper closed the deal. Although he deliberately tried to lower the price but didn't manage to do so much, he still made a profit.

"Is there something you need, sir?"

Cheng Qingyan deliberately blocked Ye Lingyu's view with her body, but Ye Lingyu was not looking in her direction at all.

She took out three ginseng roots that were ten years old from her bosom and whispered to the shopkeeper, "To be honest, I have a shrew at home, and life is really tough. I hope you won't make a fuss about it."

Cheng Qingyan put on a pleading look, and the shopkeeper immediately understood: "Of course, of course. I'll secretly give you six taels of silver right away."

The shopkeeper gave him an extra tael of silver: "Young master, if you have such good goods next time, please don't forget our shop. Also, young master, please be careful when placing them so they don't get discovered."

Cheng Qingyan glanced at Ye Lingyu again, then tucked the money into his pocket: "Thank you, shopkeeper. I'll definitely come back next time I find something good."

After leaving the pharmacy, the two of them had earned a total of twenty-six taels of silver, and they were in high spirits.

Cheng Qingyan saw that there were wontons for sale on the street and insisted on buying two bowls to eat.

"Wife, please eat. We still have things to do after you finish eating."

Ye Lingyu hadn't eaten these kinds of food in a long time. A bowl cost three coins, so it would cost six coins for two people.