"You kid, you're not bad. You're worthy of the blood of the Wang family!"
Wang Jingxia looked at Hua Ziqiang with new respect.
However, she was not shy about blackmailing:
"Your success is inseparable from my teaching. I want 10% of the proceeds!"
"good."
Hua Ziqiang thought about it and agreed. It was only because his aunt was pregnant. If she wasn't pregnant and went to bed on her own, then what would it be his business?
It's only right to give her 10% of my filial piety.
After saying goodbye to his aunt, Hua Ziqiang was ready to go to the commune with excitement to enter the black market.
Wang Jingxia threw him a few sets of tattered clothes that she no longer wore and asked him to put them on to disguise himself, and then smear some mud on his face, otherwise it would be bad if people remembered him.
These days, people have to wear clothes with patches upon patches. When they are no longer worn, they are already torn into pieces of rags.
But neither the Wang family nor the Hua family was short of rags for the time being, so the torn clothes were kept and brought with her when she got married.
Hua Ziqiang put a rag over his clothes, which was just right. He also dug a piece of charcoal from the stove and painted a large mole on the side of his mouth.
Then he carried a basket with two rabbits in it and went to the commune.
Coincidentally, Wan Qingliu is also going to the commune with Hua Xuguo today.
Today, they are going to do something big - sell ginseng!
Hua Wanchi's space is really powerful. Although not many ginseng are planted inside due to density considerations, the ginseng is very old. He has asked Puppet to prepare several of them. It would be a pity not to sell even one.
She had wanted to tell her grandmother for a long time, but she forgot about it once and never thought about it again. Two years later, she finally remembered to tell her grandmother about ginseng.
Wan Qingliu: "Why didn't you say so earlier!"
Hua Wanchi subconsciously added: "You didn't ask."
Wan Qingliu: "Where can I ask?"
Hua Wanchi smiled awkwardly: "Ahem, didn't I forget?"
In short, Wan Qingliu carried a ginseng and set out with Hua Xuguo to the commune to sell ginseng.
In fact, there are more than one valuable Chinese medicines, but ginseng is definitely the most famous one. Moreover, this thing is precious, especially the old ones, which are absolutely rare in the south.
Therefore, the easiest and most convenient way to exchange money is ginseng.
It has to be old mountain ginseng, with long, thin whiskers dotted on top, one on top of another, just like an old man with a white beard who has become an immortal. You can tell at first glance that he exudes an extraordinary aura.
It is as fat as a radish, and it is obviously a garden ginseng. Chinese medicine practitioners think that its medicinal properties are far inferior to those of wild ginseng.
Hua Xuguo recalled a certain memory and suddenly realized something.
"Mom, the ginseng you got when Chi Chi was born a few days ago wasn't it also a gift from God?"
Wan Qingliu: "Did you eat less?"
There is really nothing to say about Hua Xuguo. I dare not say anything else, but he does eat the most of the good things in the house, and he is the first to enjoy them.
But he was a little depressed. He didn't say anything. He just made a guess. Why was he criticized?
Unable to bear it any longer, Hua Xuguo could not help but ask:
"Mom, how much do you think this ginseng can be sold for?"
Wan Qingliu glanced around and quietly stretched out a fist.
Hua Xuguo was curious: "What day is this?"
Wan Qingliu: "If you keep pushing me, I'll beat you up."
Hua Xuguo shut up completely.
In the past two years, Wan Qingliu took Hua Xuguo to the black market and other online and offline channels. Although the profit was less than selling directly, it was better because it took less effort and had much less risk.
There are plenty of things and plenty of money to be made, but it’s not worth it if you work yourself to death.
Wan Qingliu, who sells medicine, has never brought Hua Xuguo to contact him. The reason is simple: there is no stock.
Before, Wan Qingliu contacted the medicine seller not to sell, but to buy.
Although ginseng was very expensive in that era, the ecological environment was much better than that of later generations, and wild Chinese medicinal resources were not so depleted, so resourceful speculators could still get them.
If you sell it in the 21st century, you can get hundreds of thousands of dollars. Of course, you can't sell it openly, but there are rich people who buy it secretly. They have their own identification methods. As long as it is real, they will spend some money.
It is very easy to take a few hundred thousand and sell some stuff here for thousands.
But now that he has cut off contact with the future generations, there is no need to deal in ginseng anymore. Except for the time when he sold ginseng, Wan Qingliu has never contacted anyone who deals in medicine again.
Of course, although the commune is a bit far away from the county town, the one in the commune is in the same group as the one in the county town. It doesn’t matter who they sell to, the price is fair, and they don’t cheat anyone.
Wan Qingliu brought Hua Xuguo to a dilapidated house in the corner next to the clinic. As soon as they entered the door, a smell of medicine hit them in the face.
Hearing the sound of the door being pushed open, the old man sitting inside knocked on the glass table top, then glanced at Wan Qingliu. When he saw her, a smile unconsciously appeared on his face.
"Old sister hasn't been here for a long time."
You should smile, seeing a big customer makes you happy from the bottom of your heart.
Wan Qingliu coughed and said, "I brought some goodies, take a look."
After saying that, he took out a rectangular box from his arms and handed it over.
The old man took it, opened the box and took a look, a look of surprise suddenly flashed across his face:
"Hundred-year-old ginseng is rare! Where did you get it?"
Wan Qingliu was afraid that he would take the opportunity to lower the price, so he said, "It's not just rare, I've never received such a good item from you before!"
The old man looked at Wan Qingliu and asked, "Are you planning to sell it?"
Wan Qingliu nodded: "Make an offer."
The old man pondered: "I originally only offered you 800 for this ginseng, but someone above is in a hurry to buy it, so I can give you 1,000."
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