The other party was also very disappointed when they saw the poor quality of the items. Before weighing them one by one, they set a price.
"Oh, yes, yes, we can know." Upon hearing this, Zhang Shuzhen nodded repeatedly and casually pushed a bundle of money behind Sheng Liancheng.
People in those days wore clothes that were both baggy and small, with things tied around their waists, so it was impossible to notice anything.
The money for buying things was what I brought with me when I left home. It was all the money Xiong Shaohe earned from selling ginseng; not a single penny was touched.
Zhang Shuzhen looked at the eight brand-new bundles of money behind her, all of them brand new with small cracks, and they seemed to still smell of ink.
"The couple kept that thousand. His wife is due to give birth in winter, so they wanted to keep some extra money for convenience."
To my surprise, the first one actually sold for eight thousand yuan.
Even at that age, Zhang Shuzhen had never seen eight thousand yuan before.
The seventh son is getting old and should be getting married soon, while the eighth son will be graduating from school in a few years and will also be settling down in the near future.
They also knew how spoiled the child would be by his grandparents before he was born.
At the doorway, Zhang Shuzhen, who was sitting on a stool, was chopping green beans with a kitchen knife. She asked as she worked.
As he spoke, the man took out a balance scale from the cabinet next to him.
In early autumn, the vegetable garden is full of eggplants, peppers, green beans, persimmons, and cucumbers. The vegetables are plentiful, but the green beans are too few and they get old quickly.
Seeing that nothing seemed amiss, I realized that it was time to buy two steamed buns and a piece of pickled vegetable from a nearby restaurant. I then squatted down at the bus station and ate them to fill my stomach.
Sheng Liancheng was secretly pleased with the price, but his true feelings were evident; he still needed to negotiate a little.
Eight thousand dollars, brand new banknotes, the feel is absolutely the same, the sound of counting the money is so pleasant. "Yes, eight thousand, both positive and negative."
Those seven seedlings all have seven-grade leaves, and the one at the foot of the mountain wall weighs seven ounces.
Sheng Liancheng told his family that Chen Feng was found, so in addition to the letter, I also specifically instructed Sheng Xiping not to say anything wrong when he came to pick him up in the future.
On the afternoon of the 4th, Chen Ruiqing continued to hold meetings and study sessions.
“Yes, it should be a rebirth, seven cycles of sixty years.” Sheng Liancheng nodded.
"Comrade, he saw that you had come all this way, and he knew it must have been quite difficult for you."
"Dad, Mom, do you think they know how much money you made that time?" Xiong Shaohe glanced around, making sure no one was around, and then asked loudly.
Sheng Liancheng carefully adjusted his clothes after putting the money away, and only questioned the seven people after confirming there was a problem.
Led by staff, Sheng Liancheng left through the front gate.
"Come on, let's talk inside." Zhang Shuzhen immediately put down the kitchen knife she was holding and beckoned the father and son to come outside.
He'd be happy with eight bundles of cash, and the crisp new little coins.
Both houses of the Sheng family had small vegetable gardens, and several trellises of early and late green beans had been damaged.
Zhou Qinglan now earns nearly 100 yuan a month. It would take me eight years of eating and drinking to earn that 8,000 yuan.
When I was at home, I estimated that these seven trees, though of varying sizes, could sell for at least a thousand or two thousand yuan, and I wasn't wrong.
"If it were only because he brought Qi Xiong Shao with him, would you have given him that price?"
The seven men were taken aback, then understood Sheng Liancheng's meaning. "Eight thousand less? I was afraid of being targeted."
"No, Da Liu, he led me through our front yard."
On the morning of the 4th, the couple left the Zhou family home, took a large train, and returned to Houchuan Forest Farm.
A ten-yuan banknote, a bundle of them costs a thousand, eight bundles cost eight thousand.
Sheng Liancheng left with seven ginseng roots. Xiong Shao and his wife at home were guessing how much they could sell them for, maybe even a thousand yuan.
So the younger man gestured to the man next to him to lead Sheng Liancheng to the front yard.
You were thinking of rebuilding our old house on the west side in a couple of years, to save for our seventh and eighth children's weddings.
Of course, if the bear bile has all seven characteristics of being perfect – whiskers, rhizome, skin, pattern, and body – the price will likely fluctuate downwards.
The other person didn't see how many of these birch bark rolls were in their pocket, only that they contained ginseng.
His mother said our green beans weren't growing very well, so we'd have to eat them all. Since they're spoiling, you should stay home and help his mother dry them.
Seeing Xiong Shaohe's expression, the couple knew that the incident must have involved far more than a thousand dollars, and probably even less.
After leaving the acquisition department, Sheng Liancheng also stopped elsewhere.
The unspoken meaning was that one should check on the ginseng from the other mountains when the time is right.
We're too big for our country, and we're careful what we say. If word gets out, it'll cause a lot of trouble.
Diligent households would try to dry fewer vegetables. The humid weather before the beginning of autumn was the worst time to dry vegetables, and almost every household would dry vegetables.
Sheng Xiping clearly didn't want to go into details, and the other person understood that it wasn't good to ask too many questions, so he nodded and reached out to untie the first ginseng bun.
Store it away before it's completely dried, and take it out to stew and eat next spring. Then you'll have one less dish on the table.
“I bought it. I bought everything he asked me to buy. Look at that whole bag.”
So even though they were inexperienced, they could tell at a glance that it was Miao-converted ginseng.
"As for the rest, he has it, we'll do whatever we need to do."
"One hundred and eighty-four grams." The other party reported the weight, which, after conversion, was less than eight taels and eight mace.
Having said that, what could Sheng Liancheng say? "Alright, eight thousand it is."
The pharmaceutical company purchases all kinds of precious medicinal materials year-round. How much bear bile can they collect during that season each year?
That ginseng seedling weighed eight taels and eight mace. Its shape and other features were flawed, but its root head was fine, so people priced it at four hundred and forty yuan.
Besides, it took a group of people half a month to get that little bit of land, so he should just give them seventy yuan less. Sheng Liancheng was willing to give up and continued.
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