Chapter 659 Two Hundred Jin of Miscellaneous Grains
"Okay, please wait a moment." After hearing this, Lin Zenggang said hello and went to the room upstairs. For safety reasons, the valuables in the house were placed upstairs, so that even if someone got in, it would not be easy to find the good things.
Because they were in someone else's house, Luo Xiaran's spiritual power had already been gathered up and only wrapped in the entire living room. This way, it would not infringe on the privacy of Lin Zenggang's family, and they would not encounter any danger due to negligence.
About five or six minutes later, Lin Zenggang walked down quickly from upstairs with a wooden box in his hand. Jia Jing, who followed behind him, had a look of sadness in her eyes. If there had been no apocalypse, this 100-year-old wild ginseng would probably have been passed down to their descendants.
Luo Xiaran didn't care too much about the emotions of Lin Zenggang and Jia Jing. After Lin Zenggang opened the wooden box, Luo Xiaran handed it to Dongfang Kangan.
Although Luo Xiaran had come into contact with wild ginseng before, her understanding of this aspect was naturally inferior to that of Dongfang Kangan, a professional. Moreover, after more than two years of the apocalypse, Luo Xiaran couldn't be sure how well this wild ginseng was preserved and whether its medicinal properties would be lost.
In the wooden box, there was a wild ginseng as thick as a pen, about 20 centimeters long. In addition to the main trunk, there were dozens of ginseng whiskers of varying thicknesses. After carefully identifying it, Dongfang Kangan nodded to Luo Xiaran and said, "Although this wild ginseng has been preserved for a long time, it has been well preserved and is a rare genuine product." You
should know that most of the ginseng on the market now is artificially cultivated ginseng. Although most of them are wild, their medicinal effects cannot be compared with those of real wild ginseng.
The wild ginseng that Lin Zenggang took out is about 120 years old. The roots are intact and the medicinal effects are well preserved. If it is used to replenish the body, just one ginseng root is enough to make a large pot of tonic soup for seven or eight people.
After getting Dongfang Kangan's confirmation, Luo Xiaran naturally accepted this century-old wild ginseng. However, although wild ginseng was more valuable before the end of the world, it can neither be eaten as food nor really cure any diseases after the end of the world, so Luo Xiaran was a little hesitant about what price to offer. After all,
if she offered too high, she would suffer a loss, and if she offered too low, Lin Zenggang might not buy it. So what is the best way to do it? Luo Xiaran frowned slightly and calculated in her mind.
Seeing that Luo Xiaran had not spoken, Lin Zenggang was also a little hesitant. Lin Zenggang was naturally reluctant to sell the hundred-year-old wild ginseng, but thinking of his family, Lin Zenggang could only grit his teeth and hope that Luo Xiaran would not offer too low a price.
Lin Zenggang also knew that since it was impossible to grow crops now, the value of food was much higher than the medicinal herbs he had. Moreover, after the apocalypse, the population was declining, and even a Chinese medicine doctor was hard to find. The value of medicinal herbs fell to a low point. Some people even regarded them as useless, using them for heating or throwing them away.
After all, medicinal herbs cannot be eaten casually. They are not even worth a handful of rice bran. Who would care? If Luo Xiaran had not appeared, Lin Zenggang would have given up the inventory of the medicinal herbs company.
Just when Lin Zenggang was feeling distressed, Luo Xiaran finally spoke: "After all, it is a good medicinal material. What do you think of two hundred kilograms of miscellaneous grains, Mr. Lin?"
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