Mengyue stood up and said calmly, "Hello, Shopkeeper Wang. I have some medicinal herbs here at a suitable price. I can sell them directly to your store."
"Oh! Xiao Xu said that the girl has Panax notoginseng and Ganoderma lucidum."
Mengyue simply got up, picked up the backpack, and placed the Panax notoginseng and Ganoderma lucidum in front of Shopkeeper Wang.
Shopkeeper Wang had worked at Tongxintang for nearly ten years and had seen many fine medicinal herbs, but he saw top-quality Panax notoginseng casually packed into a backpack and Ganoderma lucidum placed in an inconspicuous corner.
Suddenly, an expression of heartache appeared on Shopkeeper Wang's face.
Shopkeeper Wang immediately held the backpack in his arms like a treasure, and then carefully placed it on the ground.
He first picked up the Panax notoginseng, and after seeing the smile on his face, he couldn't close it. Then he picked up the Ganoderma lucidum, and his hands were shaking.
Afraid of accidentally damaging the Ganoderma, he calmed down and told Xiao Xu: "Hurry and bring me a box."
Xiao Xu was standing at the door. After hearing the shopkeeper's instructions, he immediately went to the lobby to get the box.
Before Xiao Xu came back with the box, Shopkeeper Wang had been holding the Ganoderma lucidum.
After a while, Xiao Xu brought the box over. Shopkeeper Wang put the Ganoderma lucidum into the box and then carefully observed it.
According to his experience, this Ganoderma lucidum is at least five hundred years old and can be regarded as the treasure of the store.
He immediately said to Mengyue, "Miss, the store will take these Panax notoginseng and Ganoderma lucidum. I will give you a fair price. What do you think?"
Mengyue got this hundred-year-old Ganoderma lucidum by chance. She knew that it was very precious, but she wanted to get some money before returning to Xinghua Village. The fifty taels in her hand now was still too little.
Besides, this Ganoderma lucidum is still small. She also has a thousand-year-old Ganoderma lucidum in her hand. In comparison, the five-hundred-year-old Ganoderma lucidum is not very impressive and is only suitable for selling for money.
"Then what price can Shopkeeper Wang offer?"
Shopkeeper Wang saw that the woman could easily produce a 500-year-old Ganoderma lucidum, so he knew she was definitely not an ordinary person and did not dare to cheat on the price.
After thinking for a moment, he smiled and said to Mengyue, "Miss, although these Panax notoginseng are of high quality, they are not processed yet, so I will give them for one penny of silver per pound. As for the Ganoderma lucidum, according to my experience, it is about five hundred years old. How about giving you five hundred taels?"
"Shopkeeper Wang, this..."
Before Mengyue could finish, Shopkeeper Wang said anxiously, "Miss, the price I gave you is already fair, but if we go to the capital, the price will definitely be much higher."
Mengyue knew that Shopkeeper Wang was telling the truth, but she had just come here from the capital and would definitely not be returning anytime soon, so she said, "Shopkeeper Wang's price is fair. Give me the silver notes for the Ganoderma lucidum and the Sanqi in loose silver."
After listening to Mengyue's words, Shopkeeper Wang asked Xiaoxu to quickly go to the accountant to get the money, so as to prevent Mengyue from changing her mind.
In fact, although Panax notoginseng and Ganoderma lucidum are good, they don’t play a big role for Mengyue. Instead, it is more practical to exchange them for silver.
Moreover, with her ability, it would not be a problem for her to collect medicinal herbs in the deep mountains. Besides, the mountains in this dynasty had not been mined, and there were many rare medicinal herbs deep in the mountains.
A quarter of an hour later, Mengyue took out five hundred and thirty-five taels of silver, but before he even walked out of the door of Tongxin Hall, he was put into the space by Mengyue.
After selling the herbs, I walked along the street and saw all kinds of shops on both sides of the street. Some shops were busy with people coming and going and doing good business, while some shops were deserted and no one came in for a long time.
Just as Mengyue was strolling leisurely on the street, the voice of the monk sounded in her mind again.
[Hiss! It smells so good, Suku, do you smell the aroma of rice?]
"No."
"How could there be none? Suku, look, there's a wonton stand up ahead. People are wolfing down their wontons, finishing the broth in just two or three gulps. They must be delicious! I really want to try some!"
Mengyue ignored the little foodie and walked to the sesame seed cake stand: "Auntie, how much are the sesame seed cakes?"
The master who was selling sesame cakes saw a little girl coming to his stall and quickly said, "Two yuan each."
"Give me five."
As she spoke, Mengyue took out ten coins and handed them to the aunt.
The aunt hurriedly picked out five pancakes from the basket, wrapped them in paper, and placed them in Mengyue's hand.
[Su 㹏, there are five sesame cakes. You eat two, I eat two, and what should we do with the remaining one?]
Hearing what he said, Mengyue understood what he meant and said, "The remaining one is yours."
[Ah! Suku, I'm so sorry, but since you insisted I eat it, I'll reluctantly eat it for you. It would be even better with a bowl of wontons. If you don't have some soup with this dry food, you'll easily get indigestion.]
After spending a month with the child, Mengyue really couldn't understand why a child ate more than herself, and the food was so watery and had indigestion. The child didn't even have a stomach, so how could he have indigestion?
Seeing her husband trying every possible way to find excuses to get free food and drinks, Mengyue found it quite interesting. At least life was not so boring anymore.
Unable to bear the nagging of her husband, Mengyue went to the wonton stall and ordered two bowls of wontons.
The wonton seller looked at Mengyue's small frame and said, "Girl, my wontons are large and affordable. One bowl is enough for a grown man. Just one bowl is enough for you."
Mengyue knew the stall owner’s good intentions. She saw that the wontons were large and the bowl was big, so one bowl was enough for her.
But there is a little foodie following me, always clamoring to eat wontons. If I don't let it eat, it will definitely get angry with me again.
"Uncle, it's okay. Just give me two bowls. I won't pay you less." Mengyue put the money for two bowls of wontons on the table.
Seeing that he couldn't convince the wonton seller, the wonton seller stopped talking. Besides, if he could sell one more bowl and earn more money, why not?
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