An Qingbai handed 500 yuan to Zhuang Zhimeng, who took it and put it away.
Thinking that he probably didn't have much money left, An Qingbai gave him 10 yuan as pocket money. An Qingbai took the money and put it away.
Jiang Yanxia and Su Mengmeng felt only envy, not jealousy.
They were sent-down youth, and if the job wasn't good, they would be sold directly to other sent-down youth. Otherwise, An Qingbai had considered selling it to Su Mengmeng, since he wasn't an outsider.
However, Zhuang Zhimeng said that the procedures for educated youth were difficult to handle, and that it would be bad to buy a job and return to the city after only a short time in the countryside.
The educated youth were registered in the village as a collective household, and going to work in the town was considered returning to the city.
In the afternoon, An Dongsheng went with An Qingbai to the town's machinery factory to complete the formalities, and he will officially start working in February next year.
Jiang Yunhai had already prepared a letter of introduction with an official seal. All that was needed was to take the letter to the town's machinery factory to complete the handover. This had been agreed upon long ago.
They had another destination this time: the town's black market.
An Dongsheng usually hangs out with his brother Bai.
An Qingbai discovered by chance that he was quite clever, so he took him there once and then took him with him all the time.
This time, Zhuang Zhimeng gave three ginseng roots from 1990 to An Qingbai so he could sell them on the black market, where the price was higher than at the pharmacy.
An Qingbai led An Dongsheng to a courtyard and knocked on the door in a pattern of three long knocks followed by two short knocks.
Hei Zi opened the door and saw An Qingbai. "What's the matter?"
Do you buy ginseng?
"We'll take them all, as long as they're precious herbs!"
An Qingbai had never sold herbs to Hei Zi before, and he couldn't sell them all to one person. He came this time to see what price Hei Zi would offer.
“I have three ginseng roots here, all from 1990.”
An Qingbai handed over the ginseng.
Hei Zi took them and examined them. All three ginseng roots were full-year-old and had intact roots, making them top-quality goods.
"I'll give you 1000 for three. These three are of very good quality and are rare wild ginseng!"
"Okay, I agree!"
An Qingbai's target price was 800-1000. He felt he could accept it as long as it was within that range, let alone the highest price he was willing to pay.
Hei Zi carefully put away the ginseng and quickly came out with the money.
Recently, someone offered a high price to find a ginseng that is a little short of 100 years old. It should still sell, so I definitely won't lose out.
An Qingbai took the money and prepared to deposit it in the bank with An Dongsheng. When they arrived, Zhuang Zhimeng had already given him the passbook.
At the same time, inside a century-old pharmacy in town.
"Hey buddy, still no ginseng?"
"We don't have any for now. As you know, ginseng is hard to find, especially a century-old one. Our boss is looking for it and will let you know as soon as he finds it."
An Chengzong left disappointed.
She walked out of the pharmacy like a lost soul, thinking about how her grandfather might have been in serious trouble without this ginseng…
Not noticing someone nearby, he bumped into them. "I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I wasn't looking! You..." An Chengzong paused.
An Qingbai was also stunned. An Dongsheng grabbed An Qingbai's clothes and shouted excitedly, "Brother Bai, how come you two look so alike?"
An Chengzong came to his senses and shook his head, realizing he must have been overthinking things.
"Are you alright? I was thinking about something and didn't look for you. Did you bump into anything?"
"It's okay, I wasn't hurt."
Seeing that he was indeed alright, An Chengzong nodded without saying anything more and continued walking forward.
Seeing that he didn't want to say anything more, An Qingbai had some doubts but didn't press him for details.
The two passed each other by, like strangers passing by.
An Qingbai and An Dongsheng continued walking towards the bank. The more An Dongsheng thought about it, the more he felt that the two looked alike: "Brother Bai, is he a relative of yours? Otherwise, how come you two look so alike?"
“I don’t know either. I only have one uncle, you know, but we don’t get along now. And that An Qingshu is nothing like me. I’ve never heard my mother mention any other relatives, and no one has ever come to our house in all these years.”
"Then do you think it's possible that he's Uncle Tan Xiao's illegitimate son, and that he's actually your brother?"
An Qingbai smacked An Dongsheng on the back of the head, "What nonsense are you talking about? How could my father be that kind of person?"
"Of course I know Uncle Tan Xiao isn't that kind of person. Isn't this just wild guessing? Otherwise, how could there be two people who look so alike? Where else but brothers would I have seen them?" An Dongsheng said, scratching the back of his head in grievance.
An Qingbai was also puzzled, and this person gave him a very familiar feeling, but he had never seen him before.
An Qingbai took An Dongsheng to the bank to deposit the money, then rode his bicycle back to the village with him. He needed to ask his mother if she recognized the person from earlier.
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