After the wheelchair incident was over, the courtyard became much quieter.
As the end of the year approaches, Chen Jun goes to the black market more and more frequently at night.
There's no way, there are just too many good things.
In order to have a good and decent New Year, some "Beile men" in the old city who did not participate in production and only relied on their savings had to sell their household items.
Some things cannot be sold openly and can only be sold on the black market.
On the black market side, the closer it gets to the end of the year, the more relaxed the red armbands' inspections become. After all, they want the people in the city to have a good New Year.
Chen Jun took advantage of this period to collect a lot of gold, silver, porcelain, calligraphy and paintings.
As he was collecting, he discovered a problem.
There is not enough money to spend!
All the cash I had left was just over two hundred yuan.
Although this amount of money sounds like a lot and is enough for an average family to spend in a year, Chen Jun has never been so poor since he started setting up a stall. He can just pick up a few good quality items in the black market and spend more than 200 yuan.
So while Chen Jun was slacking off in the office, he took inventory of the things in the system warehouse.
I have to say that after such a long period of signing in, the things in the system can be said to be very diverse.
There are food, drinks, daily necessities, and even diapers for babies, which is more than enough to open a supermarket.
After taking a quick look around, Chen Jun shifted his attention away from the hundreds of boxes of liquor and focused on the bundles of century-old wild ginseng.
Currently, there are thirty or forty bundles of wild ginseng that are one hundred years old, and seven bundles of wild ginseng that are five hundred years old. He can't finish eating so much wild ginseng even if he eats it in his lifetime. It would be better to take out a few pieces to exchange for some money, and by the way, make a contribution to the pharmacy.
Thinking of this, Chen Jun turned his wrist and a wild ginseng appeared in his hand.
This century-old wild ginseng is of excellent quality, except that it is missing some roots.
Take this one to the pharmacy and ask the price. If it's suitable, sell a few of them. Then go to the black market in the evening and buy the set of porcelain.
When the bell rang for the end of get off work, Chen Jun wrapped the ginseng in red cloth, put it in his pocket and left work.
There are seven relatively famous Chinese medicine pharmacies in the city of Beijing, the most well-known ones are Tong Ren Tang, Yong An Tang, He Nian Tang, Chang Chun Tang, etc.
The Red Star Steel Rolling Mill is the closest to Yong'an Tang. Yong'an Tang also has more than a thousand kinds of Chinese patent medicines, such as the Shenshou Huapi Paste and Zixuesan, which are very famous. It is a very suitable place to inquire about the price of ginseng.
It took Chen Jun about ten minutes to arrive at Dongsi Archway. Yong'an Hall was in the southeast corner.
Before he even stopped his bike, Chen Jun smelled a strong scent of medicinal herbs.
After walking in, the smell became a little stronger.
In the store, there were six or seven old doctors taking patients' pulses and some patients waiting in line to have their pulses taken. Behind the glass was a group of staff busy preparing and dispensing medicines.
Seeing Chen Jun coming in, an aunt took the initiative to say, "To see a doctor, please line up on the bench. To get medicine, please go to the window next to you."
Chen Jun shook his head: "I don't want to see a doctor, I want to..."
"Why are you coming here if you don't want to see a doctor? Look at all these people waiting to see a doctor. If you don't have anything to do, just leave."
The words sounded quite harsh, but the aunt's tone did not sound like she was being offensive.
There's nothing we can do, they're just too busy.
It's already time to get off work, but there are still so many people in the store. Chen Jun estimates that they will be busy until at least eight o'clock.
Seeing this, Chen Jun didn't explain too much and directly took out the century-old ginseng from his pocket.
When my aunt saw that it was something wrapped in red cloth, she immediately understood what it meant.
"Are you here to sell medicinal herbs? What's inside?" Aunt took a curious look and only saw some roots exposed.
"Ginseng??"
Chen Jun nodded. "Yes, this century-old ginseng has been passed down from my grandfather's generation. It's our family's heirloom. If I wasn't short of money, I wouldn't be willing to take it out and ask for its price."
century?
My aunt couldn't help but smile when she heard that.
Nowadays, the habit of bragging is becoming more and more prevalent, and anyone can easily claim that their ginseng is a hundred years old.
If it's really a hundred years old, would you be willing to use this thing to wrap it?
If you break a few whiskers without paying attention, you will be heartbroken.
But just when she thought the young man in front of her was bragging, Chen Jun removed the red cloth wrapping, revealing a plump, large ginseng.
My aunt's expression froze on her face.
No, ginseng this big?
"It's...really been a hundred years?"
Although my aunt is not a doctor, she has been prescribing medicine at Yong'an Hall for several years and has a good eye. She can tell at a glance that this ginseng is not simple. You know, ginseng only grows a small section a year normally, and the one in front of her is really a hundred years old.
Moreover, the quality of this ginseng is so good, it looks like fake.
"Of course, I said it was passed down from my grandfather's generation." Chen Jun replied.
"Hey, Doctor Zhou, Doctor Zhou, please come quickly!" Auntie started to wave people excitedly.
At this moment, Doctor Zhou, who was taking the patient's pulse, frowned, raised his head and adjusted the frame of his glasses, and replied unhappily, "Comrade Xiao Liu, please stop yelling. It will affect our treatment."
"Ginseng, there is ginseng!"
Doctor Zhou looked to be in his seventies and had a very calm temperament. Even when he heard about the ginseng, he did not rush over. Instead, he wrote a prescription for the patient and then stood up and walked over.
"What's so surprising about ginseng? We at Yong'an Hall have plenty of it... Oh my, this... is this big of a ginseng?"
Doctor Zhou, with his white hair, almost cursed.
"Quick, bring me my mirror!"
Doctor Zhou has been practicing medicine for many years and has a very good eye, but he only took over a century-old wild ginseng when he was in his thirties. However, that plant was much worse than the one in front of him.
Upon hearing this, my aunt quickly went to the cabinet to get a magnifying glass.
After Dr. Zhou took it, he began to count the bowls carefully.
The age of ginseng is basically equal to the number of lu bowls plus three years. If there are ten lu bowls, the ginseng is about thirteen years old.
It wouldn't matter if he didn't count, but as he was counting, Doctor Zhou actually counted the splits.
"How many did you count just now?" Doctor Zhou looked up at my aunt.
My aunt was completely stunned. You were whispering so quietly, how could I know how many you had counted to?
Seeing the aunt's reaction, Dr. Zhou knew that his question was in vain, so he picked up the magnifying glass and started counting carefully.
There were too many of them, so densely packed together, and Dr. Zhou was presbyopic, so it was really difficult for him to count them.
This time he learned his lesson and counted louder on purpose so that his aunt beside him could also remember.
At first, the other doctors in the store didn't take it seriously, but as they listened, they felt something was wrong.
"No, what are you counting the weeks for? It's like you're having a hysterical fit."
"It seems like they are counting ginseng. Xiao Liu just called over a big ginseng."
"Ginseng?? Go take a look!"
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