Chapter 52 Hundred-Year-Old Ginseng

"Girl?" Feng Zuwen looked at Feng Tianxing in disbelief.

Feng Tianxing glanced at her father's shocked expression and performed it twice more.

She also chuckled.

"Girl, my good girl, you can't do this in front of outsiders." Feng Zuwen finally regained his sanity.

Alas, the girl is still too young, which really makes people worry.

She doesn't even know how to avoid people. Fortunately, I am her father.

Feng Tianxing nodded with a smile.

In the world of cultivation, there is basically storage space, and she is used to it.

In this mortal world, space is a heaven-defying existence, no wonder Daddy is so surprised.

[Daddy, my space is very large, I can grow many, many medicinal herbs. You just wait to count money until your hands cramp. Feng

Tianxing took Feng Zuwen's hand and wrote: I have a space, it's very big.

Feng Tianxing drove Feng Zuwen out of the room.

Enter the space to plant medicinal herbs.

Some seeds cannot be delayed.

And some are particularly delicate and need careful care.

Fortunately, her space is full of spiritual energy.

These medicinal herbs are all low-level plants and are easy to keep alive.

Find an old man who grows spiritual plants to help.

The master and apprentice spent an afternoon planting all the medicinal herbs according to the requirements of different properties.

Feng Tianxing looked at the planted medicinal herbs and imagined her mother counting money in her heart.

[Master, how long will it take to harvest these medicinal herbs? ]

"It won't be long. These plants without spiritual energy will grow very fast in the space. They can be harvested in a month at most. Don't worry, I will take care of them for you."

The old man who grows spiritual plants has nothing to do in the space every day. Now his apprentice finds him something to do to kill time.

[That's great, thank you, Master.]

"You did the right thing. You should also do more good deeds and accumulate more merits in this mortal world. It will be good for you in the future." The old man who grows spiritual plants said earnestly.

He always had a hunch that this apprentice might still go back.

The shop that Song Shuqing asked her mother's family to buy has been bought. It is not in the downtown area, but in a relatively remote location.

But there are also many people, and most of them are civilians.

Shops in good locations are not easy to buy, and they are very expensive, and they cost more than 10,000 yuan at a time. If it was rented, it would cost several hundred taels a month.

After Zhou Ankang took over, he began to renovate, build counters, and medicine cabinets.

He never thought that he could open another medicine shop, which was much bigger than the shop passed down from his ancestors.

With the shop, he brought his daughter and grandson to live with him.

The shop has a front shop and a backyard, which is very convenient for the family. His daughter can also help.

His grandson can also grow up under his supervision, and he must not let him grow up in a wrong way.

Zhou Ankang was in charge of recruiting medicine boys and partners himself.

A month later, preparations for the opening of the shop were complete.

Feng Zuwen gave him 10,000 taels of silver as start-up capital.

Zhou Ankang found a drug dealer to purchase the goods.

Feng Tianxing didn't want to grow ordinary herbs, and there was no need to.

On the first day of August, Yiqi opened the market.

The medicine shop opened in a low-key manner.

But on the second day after opening, a wealthy businessman passed by there.

His mother was not in good health and needed some expensive herbs to take care of her.

He walked in with the mentality of not letting go of any medicine shop.

"Sir, are you here to see a doctor or get medicine?" The clerk greeted enthusiastically.

"Buying medicine, what good herbs do you have?" The rich businessman was very direct, he still had to go back to the inn to meet with his employees.

"Excuse me, sir, what herbs do you need?" The clerk knew that the visitor was a big buyer and became more enthusiastic.

"Do you have ginseng that is hundreds of years old?" The rich businessman asked casually.

Ginseng that is hundreds of years old is not easy to find. Even the oldest one in the palace is only 500 years old. The emperor treasures it like an eyeball.

"Yes." The clerk's crisp and clear words made the rich businessman's eyes suddenly light up.

"Really?" The rich businessman was a little skeptical.

He didn't know how many drugstores he asked and they all said no.

Even if they did, they wouldn't say yes directly.

Hundred-year-old ginseng was privately bought by some noble families and officials. It is very difficult to find it on the market.

"We are open for business, how can we lie?" The clerk was very sincere.

"Show it to me." The rich businessman was also well-informed and could tell the real from the fake at a glance.

"Sir, please come to the inner hall." The clerk invited him to the inner hall.

Hundred-year-old ginseng is known to be a treasure, and of course it is impossible to see it in this busy hall. Fortunately, there are no customers in the shop now.

Otherwise, the clerk would not be so generous.

Arriving at the inner hall, Zhou Ankang listened to the waiter's words and took out the treasure that the Marquis had personally handed to him last night.

The Marquis had someone call him back to the mansion last night, saying that he had some good stuff for him to sell in the shop.

He was still confused, what good stuff?

Feng Zuwen asked him to open the boxes on the table to have a look.

There were estimated to be more than a dozen boxes on the table.

He opened the first one and took a look. Oh my god, what a big ginseng, it must be more than a hundred years old.

He was so scared that he quickly closed the box again, but he couldn't help opening it to have a look.

He had been a doctor for decades, and the oldest ginseng he had seen was only fifty years old.

This was the first time he had seen such a precious medicinal material.

Then he opened another box, and there was ginseng again.

After looking at them one by one, he found that they were all precious medicinal herbs, including Polygonum multiflorum, Ganoderma lucidum, and top-grade Gastrodia elata...

He was dazzled by them.

Where did the Marquis get so many precious herbs?

"Don't ask anything, just sell them. If you run out, come to me for more." Feng Zuwen stopped him from asking.

Thinking of the Marquis' generosity, Zhou Ankang was not stingy in showing the treasure to the rich businessman.

When the rich businessman saw the ginseng lying quietly in the exquisite wooden box, his eyes widened with excitement.

He picked it up, looked left and right, and confirmed that it was the real thing.

"Doctor, how much is this?" The rich businessman asked the price without hesitation, and did not doubt the authenticity.

"One thousand five hundred taels." Zhou Ankang quoted the price agreed with Feng Zuwen.

"What?" The rich businessman was surprised.

"Sir, the price is not high. This is a hundred-year-old ginseng. It can save lives at critical moments."

"Doctor, you are mistaken. One thousand five hundred taels is too cheap."

After hearing this, Zhou Ankang wanted to continue to exaggerate, but the words stuck in his throat.

He thought the rich businessman thought it was too expensive and planned to lobby him more.

It turned out that he thought it was too cheap.

Zhou Ankang wiped the sweat off his forehead.

I should have quoted three thousand taels.

The transaction was completed quickly.

The rich businessman asked if there were any other good medicinal materials.

Zhou Ankang took out three more.

As a result, the rich businessman spent all the banknotes in his pocket and hated that he brought too little.

The rich businessman returned to the inn and showed off his gains today to his employees in the room.

The waiter of the inn happened to hear it, and then told the innkeeper.

The news spread.

There is a newly opened medicine shop on Longfu Street, which sells century-old ginseng and other expensive medicinal materials.

This is a big deal. There are many wealthy families in Beijing, and many families can afford century-old ginseng.

But there are not many families who can buy century-old ginseng.

The next day, as soon as Zhou Ankang's shop opened, more than 20 people rushed in to buy century-old ginseng.

But he only had three in his hand. He had to adopt the highest bidder.

Then he told everyone that he would restock in a few days.

But the result of this sentence was...