That son of a bitch.
What happened to the brotherhood we were promised?
We've already drunk the tea, why are we competing with him for these small, infrequent customers who don't earn much?
Kong Ya Ren glanced at him out of the corner of his eye.
He curled the corners of his mouth indifferently.
We're all in the same industry, what kind of brothers are we?
All he knew was that he wanted to make money, big or small.
Even if his commission is only a single copper coin, he will treat his customers with utmost care and will never let any customer go.
Giving away wealth is tantamount to giving away your life!
It's fine to brag, but it's no fun if you take it seriously.
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The stars and moon appear together as night falls.
The entire land fell into slumber.
Yan Xia was already dreaming sweet dreams, and Hundred Flowers Village, which had been bustling during the day, became quiet.
"Whoosh whoosh whoosh—"
"Chirp chirp chirp—"
"Crunch, crunch—"
"Woof woof woof—"
"......."
The sounds of teeth grinding, mice squeaking, snoring, and dogs barking mingled together, creating a remarkably harmonious atmosphere.
Night always seems to pass faster than day.
When Yan Xia woke up, the sunlight was streaming in through the window.
She ate a simple breakfast and returned to town with all the fresh roses and rose jam.
"Osmanthus, fresh roses for the next couple of days, put the rose jam in the storeroom, winter plum, bring the carriage in, Mother has some errands to run."
Yan Xia didn't even step into the shop.
After giving instructions to his two daughters, he left.
He grabbed a burlap sack and, taking advantage of the absence of others, stuffed all the ginseng from his spatial storage into it. Except for the thousand-year-old ginseng.
She intended to ask for prices at any random pharmacy, but she happened to run into Su Anjiang.
He was holding a pastry in his hand, eating it with great relish.
"Manager Yan..."
Su Anjiang was stunned for a moment when he saw Yan Xia.
The pastry in his mouth no longer tasted good, so he quickly swallowed it.
He looked somewhat embarrassed.
But Yan Xia acted as if nothing had happened.
"Good morning, Manager Su. Have you just had breakfast? I haven't seen you come to the shop to buy pastries lately."
"Ahem, I've been thinking of trying something different lately. How have you been, Manager Yan?"
Su Anjiang choked on his own saliva.
He coughed several times.
His face turned bright red.
"It's alright. I went to Jiangnan County a few days ago and met a hunter on the street who said he had dug up several hundred-year-old ginseng plants at home. The price was cheap, so I bought them all. The shop was quite busy yesterday, and I only remembered to sell them today. I'm going to ask about the price at the pharmacy. If it's too low, I'll just make chicken soup for myself."
Yan Xia made it up on the spot.
A century-old ginseng? Really? Where is it?
Su Anjiang's expression turned serious.
Recently, a pharmacy challenged him, claiming that it had 300-year-old ginseng, and more than one ginseng.
Moreover, all the whiskers are extremely well preserved.
He went to see it, and it was indeed a 300-year-old ginseng.
The other one, at most, is over two hundred years old.
The remaining two are also 100 years old.
Ginseng is rare to begin with, and century-old ginseng is even rarer.
His shop only has two trees, both of which are a hundred years old.
One of them was only half left.
This thing is hard to buy even if you have money.
These ginseng roots are usually found by farmers living in remote mountain valleys. When they dig for ginseng, they don't know how to protect the rootlets, so the ginseng they sell has broken rootlets.
The same 100-year-old ginseng, with all the roots intact, can sell for 100 or even 150 taels.
A dog with a broken beard can only sell for a maximum of seventy or eighty taels.
In good years, when ginseng is not so rare, fifty taels is the maximum price.
Ginseng with broken roots has no value other than for medicinal purposes.
If all of them are kept in good condition, they can be passed down as family heirlooms and displayed for decades or even centuries.
During a bad year, a customer at his pharmacy wanted to buy a 200-year-old whole ginseng as a gift for his mentor. So he bought his prized possession for 500 taels of silver.
He bought that ginseng from a vendor in the southernmost part of the country.
It only cost 160 taels.
This shows that the value of ginseng changes with the situation.
In recent years, there has been a disaster, making ginseng even harder to find than before.
The shop's only two 100-year-old ginseng roots were also purchased at a high price.
I heard that Yan Xia has several century-old ginseng plants.
Su Anjiang was extremely excited; he had truly had enough of being thwarted by his rivals.
We must avenge this humiliation. If Manager Yan had a 300-year-old ginseng, he would be willing to pay 500 taels to buy it!
It's worth it for the sake of saving face!
"Manager Yan, since you're selling and I happen to want to buy, why don't you just sell it to me directly, how about that?"
Yan Xia was naturally willing.
Su Anjiang not only helped her, but also gave her such expensive tea.
Let alone selling it.
I wouldn't mind if she brought me one.
“Great! We’re already acquaintances, so it would be even better if I sold it to you.”
"Thank you so much. Manager Yan, would you like to come to my shop to discuss this further? By the way, where did you put your ginseng?"
Yan Xia was puzzled when she heard this.
She's carrying such a huge sack, is Manager Su blind?
Can't you see it?
Su Anjiang certainly saw it, but he never would have guessed that Yan Xia would casually stuff such an expensive ginseng into a sack.
If the fragile ginseng rootlets are broken, dozens or even hundreds of taels of silver can be lost.
Who would dare to be so extravagant?
"Look, isn't this it—"
Yan Xia picked up the sack.
He shook it.
"Oh my goodness, Manager Yan, you are absolutely wasting such a precious resource!"
Su Anjiang was heartbroken.
Especially when Yan Xia was swinging the sack, the sound coming from inside felt like it was ripping his heart.
"Forehead--"
Seeing his old face scrunched up like a chrysanthemum, Yan Xia had no choice but to stop what she was doing.
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