Wang Shuning cleared the food and left the state-owned restaurant.
I disguised myself and walked around the black market, but I didn't see anyone selling Chinese herbal seeds.
At dinner, she looked at Wang Jianguo and asked, "Dad, do you know where to buy medicinal seeds?"
The four of them looked up at her in surprise.
Wang Jianguo asked: "Why are you asking this?"
Wang Shuning explained: "I bought several books about Chinese medicine at a used book stall yesterday. I want to try to see if I can grow it myself."
Song Guiying curled her lips and chuckled, "You can't even grow vegetables properly, and you want to grow medicinal herbs? I guess they won't even sprout."
Wang Shuning pursed her lips and said, "Mom, can't you encourage me? Who said I can't grow vegetables? I'm just too lazy to grow them. I eat all by myself on the island. If I grow too much, the vegetables will get old. Besides, the book I bought talks about Chinese herbal medicine planting techniques. I'm sure I can grow them by following the methods above."
Song Guiying shook her head in disbelief, "If it was so easy to grow, why would the pharmacy sell it for so much money?"
Wang Jianjun patted himself on the back, "It's okay if you want to try it, it's just some seeds, not much money."
Zhang Xiuzhen sat next to him with her bowl in her hand and ate without interrupting.
Wang Jianguo nodded and said, "If Xiaoning is interested, I will go find it for you the day after tomorrow when I am resting."
Wang Shuning whispered, "Dad, where are you going to buy it? I went to the black market today and didn't see anyone selling it."
Song Guiying slapped her little daughter on the shoulder and said, "You are so brave that you dare to go to the black market. If you are caught, you will be punished. In serious cases, you will have to go to jail."
Wang Shuning put his hand on his shoulder and said, "Mom, it hurts."
Song Guiying glared: "Don't go there again."
Wang Shuning curled his lips: "Oh."
Wang Guiying and Wang Jianguo used to go to the black market frequently when there was a shortage of meat and eggs. Later, when there was no shortage of meat and eggs at home, they went there less often.
Wang Jianguo said, "You can't buy Chinese herbal medicine seeds on the black market. Some farmers in Mojing Mountain go up the mountain to collect wild Chinese herbal medicines to sell, and some people grow them. Dad can go over when he's resting. What kind of herbs do you want to grow?"
Wang Shuning: "Ginseng, Ganoderma lucidum, and even better if there is snow lotus."
Four people are dumb.
Now even Wang Jianjun felt that his sister was daydreaming. "Sister, wild ginseng is so expensive in pharmacies. The older it is, the higher its value. I'm afraid you won't be able to harvest it if you grow it." It was a complete waste of time.
Wang Jianguo said: "There is no snow lotus in Beijing. You have to go to the oxygen-deficient plateau cliffs. We definitely don't have it here."
Wang Shuning frowned, "No seeds either?"
Wang Jianguo shook his head.
"Dad, take me with you when you go the day after tomorrow. I want to go and take a look." I don't know much about the current medicinal materials market, but maybe I can find out something from those old farmers who collect herbs.
Wang Jianguo looked at Song's mother, but she looked away and didn't glare at him.
"Okay, Dad will take you there the day after tomorrow."
The next day, after everyone in the family went to work, Wang Shuning changed into Song's mother's old clothes, smeared a thin layer of soot on his face, and painted two large moles on his nose and chin.
I moved the bicycle out of the space and ran to Huaimi District, where I found a small supply and marketing cooperative to make a phone call.
"Hello?" The buddy who was looking after the store these two days had a funeral at home, and asked Zhao Gugu to take over for him for two days.
Wang Shuning thought the voice sounded familiar, "I'm looking for Brother Mao from Pinggu."
Zhao Gugu's heart gurgled, "Who are you?"
Wang Shuning recognized the voice as that of the henchman. "Seven and a half Camellia cigarettes from last year's New Year's Fair. Is your eldest brother here? I have business to discuss with him."
Zhao Gugu's eyes narrowed, and he blurted out after realizing what he had said, "You are the girl who wanted to report me."
Wang Shuning covered the microphone and lowered his voice to scold: "Who wants to report you? Is your elder brother here? Do you want to do business?"
Zhao Gugu covered his mouth, speaking too quickly without thinking, "Do it, wait, I'll go call my brother."
The business they received during the Chinese New Year meant they didn’t have to worry about food and drink for three months. This was like the God of Wealth coming.
Zhao Gugu opened the curtain and ran to the backyard. Seeing Tao Zhongxiao, he shouted, "Brother, the God of Wealth called during the New Year."
Tao Zhongxiao was watering the flowers with a kettle and raised his eyebrows, "The woman at the New Year's goods exhibition?"
Zhao Gugu nodded vigorously, "It was her. She said she had business to discuss with you."
Tao Zhongxiao put down the watering can and walked out.
Pick up the phone: "Hello."
"Brother Mao?" Wang Shuning asked.
Tao Zhongxiao: "Is it me, or the grain and fruit business?"
Wang Shuning: "No, do you have any old stuff?"
Tao Zhongxiao stopped and straightened his body, looked around, raised his chin towards Zhao Gugu, then leaned against the wall with the microphone in his hand. Fortunately, the telephone line was long enough, otherwise he would not be able to pull it over.
"What old thing do you want?"
Wang Shuning: "Porcelain, calligraphy and paintings, jewelry, anything antique, I want it. Do you have a channel?"
Tao Zhongxiao blinked and asked, "How much do you want?"
Wang Shuning: "I want as many as I can get. I only want the good ones."
Tao Zhongxiao: "Those things are not cheap."
Wang Shuning raised his eyebrows on the other end of the phone. Six years ago, the situation was a little better. But it was still a taboo. The price was up and down. It all depended on whether you knew the goods. "Don't fool me. If I wasn't an outsider and not familiar with Beijing, I wouldn't have come to you. In a word, do you want to do this business?"
Tao Zhongxiao complained about Wang Shuning hundreds of times in his heart, saying that no one would believe a person from another place.
"Yes, I'll take you there whenever you are free."
Wang Shuning replied: "Meet at the entrance of Lane 72 at 1pm."
Tao Zhongxiao frowned, "So urgent?"
Wang Shuning: "The sooner you start, the sooner you finish. I have something to do in the next two days and won't be available."
"Okay, I'll come find you then."
After hanging up the phone, Tao Zhongxiao immediately picked up the hat hanging on the wall and was about to go out, "I'm going to say hello over at Wangfu Street."
Zhao Gugu asked quickly: "Brother, can I go this afternoon?"
Tao Zhongxiao shook his head, "You stay and look after the store. It's not a good place for too many people to enter."
Zhao Gugu lowered his head in disappointment.
In the old stuff business, Tao Zhongxiao's job is to introduce business, introduce buyers to sellers, and take a commission from the transaction. Worried that people are not at home, he has to go and greet them first, ask them to prepare the things, and he will bring people over to take a look in the afternoon.
Wang Shuning specially bought a magnifying glass. In fact, she didn't know much about distinguishing the authenticity of antiques. She had only watched dozens of TV treasure appraisal programs, so she wanted to find someone who knew the subject to introduce her.
I did such a big business with Brother Mao during the Chinese New Year, and now I'm looking for him again this time. We have become a regular partner. If he wants to continue this line, he probably won't deliberately sell fake products to me.
Around one o'clock in the afternoon, Tao Zhongxiao came over on his bicycle and was a little surprised to see Wang Shuning's face.
During the winter of the Chinese New Year, the only thing exposed on the person's body was a pair of eyes. The skin around the eye sockets should be quite white, but how could it look like this? The mole is really big.
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