"Little girl, you have been with me for a long time. Is there something wrong?" The middle-aged man turned around and looked at her.
Song Ruan was a little embarrassed: "I didn't mean to stay with you for so long, I just didn't know how to start..."
She knew he needed ginseng, and she happened to have some, but she didn't know how to start the conversation because this was on the street and it would be bad if they were discovered doing a private transaction.
The middle-aged man didn't say anything, but just looked at her calmly, waiting for her to speak.
Song Ruan glanced around, pointed to a dark alley, and whispered to him, "Where are we going?"
"!!" The middle-aged man looked her up and down, frowned, and wanted to say something, but then he held back. Finally, he took out a wallet from his pocket, took out a few one-dollar bills and handed them to her.
"Little girl, you are pretty, but you shouldn't do this kind of work. I think you must be in trouble, so you have to do this to make a living. Take this money, and don't do this in the future. You still have a long way to go in your life."
After he finished his sermon, he stuffed the money into Song Ruan's hand and left without looking back.
Song Ruan: “…”
What kind of work? Did he think she wanted to choke him?
"Wait a minute." Song Ruan called him.
The middle-aged man turned around and looked at her seriously. His upright eyes made Song Ruan feel as if she was seeing her strict class teacher when she was in school.
Song Ruan said with difficulty: "I have wild ginseng."
After that, she added, "It should be a hundred years."
"!!!" The middle-aged man's pupils suddenly dilated. He reacted for a few seconds, then suddenly walked over quickly and pulled Song Ruan into the dark alley she had just pointed to.
"Do you really have century-old ginseng?" the middle-aged man asked in a surprised yet doubtful tone.
Song Ruan didn't say anything, and directly took out the hundred-year-old wild ginseng from the small bamboo basket.
She originally wanted to sell the ones that were about two years old and keep the hundred-year-old ones, but when she heard that he was using them to save people, she took out the hundred-year-old ones. After all, the two-year-old ones, if planted in the black soil, would increase in age quickly.
The middle-aged man stared at the wild ginseng in her hand. He took it carefully, looked it over from left to right, and then put it on his forearm to compare the length.
"Yes, it should be a hundred years old. My wife used one before, and the roots were not as long as this one."
After he finished speaking, he grumbled with some pain, "Little girl, why did you just put this hundred-year-old ginseng directly in the bamboo basket? You should put it in a good box..."
Song Ruan: “…”
"Little girl, how much do you want for this ginseng?"
Song Ruan looked at him steadily: "What's your price?"
The middle-aged man was a little embarrassed for a moment. He stretched out a few fingers and asked tentatively, "One dollar and one ounce?"
Hundred-year-old ginseng is hard to come by, so it is normal for the price to be as high as 200 yuan. What’s more, the ginseng of this girl is of very good quality, and even the integrity of the roots is very good. ..
He didn't want to take advantage of this little girl, mainly because he didn't have that much money...
"Okay, then let's sell it at one yuan for one tael." Song Ruan said readily. After all, it was much more than what he sold it to the pharmacy.
She was so straightforward that the middle-aged man felt a little embarrassed. He asked hesitantly, "You don't want to bargain?"
Song Ruan: “……?”
"No, it's okay." The middle-aged man scratched his head.
Then they went to find a scale and weighed the ginseng.
Ginseng weighs 28 taels and costs 150 yuan per tael, which means the total cost is 4,200 yuan.
When it was time to pay, the middle-aged man started to feel embarrassed again. He took out a deposit certificate from the People's Bank of China for 4,000 yuan, but was still short of 200 yuan. He went to count the change in his wallet, but after counting again and again, he was still short of a few dozen yuan.
Song Ruan took the change from his hand and said to him, "Forget it, this is all the money will do."
The middle-aged man had a complicated look in his eyes. He carefully wrapped the century-old ginseng and put it into his bag. The heavy stone in his heart finally fell to the ground.
He bowed to Song Ruan and put her on an equal footing, "Miss, selling ginseng to me is equivalent to saving my wife's life, so you are my benefactor. Can I ask where you live so that I can come to your house to repay you in the future?"
"No." Song Ruan not only refused, but also looked at him warily.
The middle-aged man was a little anxious: "Don't worry, I have absolutely no ill intentions..."
After he finished speaking, Song Ruan nodded to him perfunctorily and walked away.
Song Ruan made a huge sum of money and she couldn't stop smiling. She ran to the third brother's house to find Yang Bin with a happy step.
But unexpectedly, I saw Xiangdong at the door.
The left corner of his mouth was swollen, and it was obvious that he had been beaten.
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