"Hurry up and get to my shop."
Su Anjiang couldn't wait any longer.
He led Yan Xia back to the pharmacy.
It's that familiar pavilion again.
Yan Xia sat on the stool. This time, she didn't drink Canglan tea, but just ordinary Biluochun tea.
After all, Canglan lives in her house.
"Manager Yan, please bring out the ginseng."
Su Anjiang wished he could do it himself.
I just didn't want to say it because I was too embarrassed.
"Okay."
Yan Xia opened the sack and casually pulled out a two-hundred-year-old ginseng.
"Not bad, not bad. You dug very carefully. All the roots are still there, and they're still damp, just like they were freshly dug."
Yan Xia's eyes flickered slightly.
She forgot about that.
The ginseng was put into her spatial dimension as soon as it was dug up, and since her spatial dimension doesn't dissipate, the ginseng is exactly the same as it was when it was first dug up.
Fortunately, Manager Su didn't suspect anything.
Otherwise, she would have to make up lies to get away with it.
"This ginseng should be between 220 and 250 years old. I can give you 260 taels. What do you think?"
Su Anjiang had, after all, liked Yan Xia.
If it were someone else, he would only ask for two hundred, and at most add fifty taels.
If we give any more, we won't be able to make any money.
Unless it is properly preserved and saved for a special period to be sold at a high price.
"No rush, there's more."
Yan Xia then took out a 200-year-old ginseng.
Su Anjiang thought that the remaining ones were all from the last hundred years.
His eyes lit up when two 200-year-old ginseng roots arrived in succession.
"Manager Yan must be an expert. He digs ginseng with great care, without damaging it in the slightest. Both are intact, so two will be worth five hundred and twenty taels!"
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