Dreaming of getting rich by digging ginseng

"I saw it from your painting." Shen Roujiao turned around and pointed to the room where he lived.

It is true that no one in the village knew that he knew about medicinal herbs; but it is true that everyone in the village knew that he loved painting.

Zhou Huaiyue specializes in ink painting, and he can do a little bit of everything, including large freehand brushwork, small freehand brushwork, and meticulous line drawing. However, he has a quirk: he never writes inscriptions on his paintings, and he is too lazy to even write his name.

The blank walls in the room were covered with his paintings, many of which were line drawings of flowers and plants. Shen Roujiao was not familiar with many of the plants he painted, but the ginseng he drew was exactly the same as the one he picked from the mountains.

Others see it as a painting, but she sees it as medicinal herbs, and there is nothing wrong with that.

Zhou Huaiyue stared at the words "How to use" on the ground thoughtfully, touched the box of brushes in his trouser pocket, walked over and wiped off a few words with his feet, and smoothed his long hair, "How do you want to learn?"

"Master, please take a look at this pile first." Shen Roujiao picked up the white flour bags placed by the wall and poured them all out in the middle of the yard, placing them in piles as they had been sorted in advance.

Haha, come prepared.

So she wanted to sell herbal medicine. Wouldn't she make money by setting up a stall? Didn't she already have a Phoenix bicycle? Why did she love money so much?

Zhou Huaiyue glanced at Shen Roujiao, and walked around the herbs in the yard, looking around and walking around.

Crouching down in front of a pile of grass with yellow flowers, he asked, "What do you call this?"

The small yellow flowers she used as earrings were actually medicinal herbs, but when the teacher suddenly came to check the homework, Shen Roujiao was completely clueless and forgot everything. She quickly took out the book, found a page with a folded corner, and asked half-doubtfully, "Seven-inch gold?"

"It's also called Tianjihuang. It grows in patches and prefers moist places in the fields." Zhou Huaiyue picked one out and handed it to the student squatting next to him. "This one has the best quality. Pick it when it blooms in summer and autumn. Pull out the whole plant, shake off the mud and sand, and dry it in the sun. It's about 0.8 yuan per pound."

"Master, go slow. I'm taking some notes." Shen Roujiao took out a pen and a red-leather notebook from her bag and started writing quickly. She also put the high-quality pen in the notebook as a reference specimen.

"The handwriting is not bad!" Zhou Huaiyue didn't expect that the student's handwriting could be so good.

Shen Roujiao, who was recording seriously, didn't even raise her head, and chatted while writing, "It's just so-so, third in the world; it's very ugly, ninth in Asia!"

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Uh, you’re welcome.

After throwing away a large pile of weeds, only a small half bag of real medicinal herbs remained. Shen Roujiao's notebook recorded detailed information of more than ten kinds of medicinal herbs, including Rhizoma Cyperi, Epimedium, Raspberry, Plantain, etc.

"Master, take another look at this." After Shen Roujiao put down half a bag of herbs, she changed the small basket and carefully took out the ginseng from it. She held it in both hands and handed it to Zhou Huaiyue, looking at him expectantly.

Taking the ginseng, Zhou Huaiyue looked at it carefully, then put it to his nose and sniffed it, sniffing, "The less you understand, the better your luck. You can find it even if you dig randomly."

"Master, how much is it worth?" Shen Roujiao's money-obsessed eyes were shining.

"This is a wild ginseng root that is about 50 years old. The bark is round and smooth, with large bends and few branches. The bark looks like a date seed, which is a sign of old ginseng. The heavier the root, the higher the grade. Wild ginseng prefers forest humus soil and shade, and cannot tolerate strong light. It is very rare and the purchase price is high."

"So, how much is this one of mine worth?" Numbers rolled in her round eyes, and she was eagerly waiting for the moment when the numbers would freeze.

This was the first time Zhou Huaiyue had met someone like her who loved money more than face and did not hide it at all.

Money-hungry is not enough to describe her. It should be "Life is precious, but love is more precious. If it's for money, both can be thrown away."

If anyone takes a fancy to her, be careful not to be deceived and sold out!

"It's hard to say. Considering its quality and weight, it's probably worth this much." Zhou Huaiyue raised two fingers.

"Twenty bucks?"

"Guess again!"

"Two hundred?" Shen Roujiao said hesitantly. Seeing that Master Zhou showed no expression, she confidently said, "Two thousand?"

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"No way! Twenty thousand! Oh my god, I'm going to be rich. Master, this is huge profit!" Shen Roujiao was so happy that she almost turned around on the spot. She had even started to calculate in her head. If she dug one every month, that would be two hundred and forty thousand a year. Damn, to say that she got rich overnight is an understatement. She is so rich that it's outrageous!

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She is really crazy about money. No one in the village can be crazier than her. If nothing works, you can draw her a banknote with a face value of 20,000 yuan, which is better than such a wild idea.

"Why didn't you guess two hundred thousand? It's still twenty thousand. Dream on!" Zhou Huaiyue turned around and took out a broom, intending to clean up the pile of weeds in the yard.

Seeing this, Shen Roujiao quickly snatched the broom from Zhou Huaiyue's hand and said, "I'll sweep, I'll sweep. It's not right for the master to do the work while the students watch."

She was busy with her hands and her mouth, "Master, you are the most amazing person I know. You can paint and you know medicinal herbs. You are a practical man among literati! What is most admirable is that you sneer at money. You have noble sentiments and a good character. You are a good role model for me to admire and learn from."

The first rule of tea talk is to express admiration!

Praising the business ability of the group leader is undoubtedly putting Zhou Huaiyue on a pedestal.

This master of hers, who obviously had the diamond in his hand, just refused to do porcelain work. He turned a blind eye to the income of a few hundred yuan for just walking around the mountain, and had no desire for money, so he was hired for a five-yuan brush!

It’s God’s will!

He is destined to be the God of Wealth on her road to wealth!

"Don't flatter me, I'm just lazy!" Zhou Huaiyue glanced at the students who were working, but the corners of his mouth rose involuntarily and he couldn't suppress it even if he wanted to.

"Lazy! Good! Be lazy for a while! I will give it to my master when I earn money in the future."

She is already the God of Wealth, why should she be so diligent! The God of Wealth should just sit there and make sure she makes money.

By the time she finished sweeping the weeds into the metal dustpan and dumping them out the courtyard wall, Zhou Huaiyue had already entered the house and was sitting in front of the drawing table, looking at the three brushes with great satisfaction.

Shen Roujiao stood in the middle of the yard and bowed to him, "Master, there are some skewers I made in the lunch box on the window sill. Remember to eat them. There are also some wild fruits for Da Huang. Remember to give them to him and don't steal his food. I'm leaving now."

Zhou Huaiyue stared at the back of Shen Roujiao, who was carrying a flour bag and a small basket, for a long time. Even after she turned into a dot and disappeared, he was still looking in the direction she left.

He saw in her the long-lost truth and tenacity, like a seed buried in the soil, enduring the darkness for a very long time and finally welcoming its own light.

Although he is greedy, he is dazzling; although he is cunning, he is eye-catching.

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Father Shen took the eldest, third and fourth sons to work in the fields, leaving only the second brother Shen Tiancheng to sit at home waiting for the younger sister. Before leaving, Shen Roujiao specifically reminded him that she had something important to discuss.

Half a bag of herbs and wild ginseng were placed on the round table in the main hall. Shen Roujiao wiped the beads of sweat from her forehead, drank a sip of water, and asked her second brother: "How is it? Do you want to do it?"

Whenever she thought of the tragic death of her second brother in the original text, she didn't want Shen Tiancheng to go to work in the factory again for a moment.

If the eldest brother had not been forced to stop working suddenly, according to Shen Roujiao's original plan, she wanted to persuade the second brother to quit work and set up a stall.

Now, there is a better business that is more suitable for the second brother to do, so Shen Roujiao naturally has to talk to him seriously.

According to Zhou Huaiyue's on-site teaching, the estimated income from this trip to the mountains to collect herbs is more than 80 yuan. If the old ginseng is included, it will be at least 280 yuan.

My second brother only earned 17 yuan a month working in the factory, but the income from digging medicinal herbs was nearly 15 times higher.

Even a fool would know what to choose.

"Fuck! Not only me, but also your eldest brother."

Since returning from the market, Shen Rushan has expressed his determination to Shen Tiancheng many times, saying that he also wants to follow his younger sister, and that he must be called upon next time there is something that can make money.

"Brother Da Wa, you can think about it again. Aunt Zhao is harder to communicate with than Dad. If it really doesn't work, Brother Da Wa can wait until we are done before coming in."

It's not that she didn't want to take Shen Rushan with her, it's just that Zhao Ye was too unreasonable. She would definitely not agree to him quitting his job to dig for medicinal herbs. Then, it would be another tough battle.

"Okay, this is more secure." Shen Tiancheng said this, but he knew it clearly in his heart.

If he dared to resign on Monday, Shen Rushan would dare to resign on Tuesday. Zhao Ye was strong, but he was completely powerless against his own son. Therefore, he had to find a way to stabilize Shen Rushan first.

"Brother, look at this." Shen Roujiao opened the red notebook and pushed it in front of Shen Tiancheng. "This is what I learned today. I can lend it to you to take notes."

Shen Tiancheng read it carefully from beginning to end, his brows furrowed deeper and deeper. He held the cart in front of him and said doubtfully, "Can you trust what the lunatic said? Zhou Huaiyue once pretended to be dumb in order to ignore people, and deceived the whole village and all the educated youth for half a year. If the donkey in the team hadn't been frightened and he hadn't shouted for help, he would have been deceived for who knows how long. Little sister, you can't believe everything he says!"

Is there such a thing?

Master Zhou is also good at pretending to be dumb. How did he come up with such a shameless trick? No wonder he has such a bad reputation.

"Brother knows everything?" Shen Roujiao was not surprised. The clatter of bicycles on the road indicated that someone in the family had been to the back village.

"Tianyou, I followed him secretly because I was worried. That person is really not good enough, little sister, why don't we change a teacher to learn from him?"

In addition to pretending to be dumb, Zhou Huaiyue is actually a hopeless person and has done many weird things.

For example, in order not to go to work in the morning, he did not know what method he used, but he would have a fever at daybreak, as if his hands were burning. When everyone else went to work, he would start to snooze, and after waking up he was as good as ever, not feeling the fever at all.

This went on for nearly a month, until one of the educated youths accidentally drank his water and developed a fever, and the truth was revealed. If the village chief hadn't suppressed him, he would have been brought to a criticism meeting long ago.

"I believe him! No one else would teach this except him. As for whether what he teaches is right or not, you can verify it by selling herbs. But, I want to go up to the mountains with my brother to dig more and then sell it in town."

The large area of ​​radix tianjiensis and epimedium were like money stuck in the soil, waiting for Shen Roujiao to harvest. Of course, there was also wild ginseng. She had marked the place where she dug out the ginseng last time.

Master Zhou suggested that she go for another press, who knows, there might be more surprises!