When Lin Xiazhu finished eating the meat she brought back, a group of strangers arrived at Linjia Village. There were about ten of them, each carrying a basket on their back. Led by a villager, they headed into the deep mountains.
They arrived so quickly. In my previous life, these people arrived several years later. It seems that many things are different in this life.
After watching the group of people disappear, Lin Xiazhu silently returned home. She went back to her room, locked the door, and took out the three ginseng roots she had picked.
It seems she'll soon have a large sum of money, which is good, saving her the trouble of finding another way to sell it.
After dinner, Lin Xiazhu called Lin Chacha to her room for a private talk. "Chacha, I'm going to town tomorrow to sell these three ginseng roots. Then we'll have a lot of money. With money, we won't have to worry about our future. If we're frugal, we could eat them for ten years and still not finish them."
"This ginseng is so valuable, is it really that good?" Lin Chacha's eyes widened in amazement.
"Of course, it can not only cure all diseases and beautify the skin... but also has the effect of bringing the dead back to life. What do you think?" Lin Xiazhu's words were a bit exaggerated, but this thing was indeed rare.
The person who wanted to buy wild ginseng came from the capital; he was the grandson of a very important person. He sent people to search for ginseng of great age not just in one place, but all over the country. He had a lot of money and didn't care about spending it.
Lin Xiazhu recalled her past life. After Zhao Xiaolian sold the ginseng, he bought land in the town and had someone build a three-story house. The first floor was a shop that was rented out.
Zhao Xiaolian, the tailor, and their son lived upstairs and did nothing.
It's unclear how much money Zhao Xiaolian made, but from that point on, she and the tailor stopped working. Less than two years after the house was built, Lin Xiazhu was kicked out by Zhao Xiaolian to work elsewhere.
Because Lin Chacha was lame, she didn't go out to work. When she turned eighteen, Zhao Xiaolian married her off to a man in his thirties who had been married before...
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