Outside the Changsheng Pharmacy.
Guan Changsheng sat in front of the examination desk, and two servants were busy greeting him.
Not only can you get a discount on ginseng when buying medicine, but you can also get sweet soup for those waiting in line.
The so-called sweet soup is just purple water made from sweet radishes, with some dried flowers floating in it, which looks very realistic.
They were all maids and handymen from wealthy families. They had never seen such high-end items before, but they could drink for free. They drank bowl after bowl and lined up here for the master.
Anyone who needs to buy medicine at home recently comes here.
"Please come in! Bring the prescription and get the medicine. I'll give you one tael off the ten taels of ginseng I bought today!"
Generally speaking, ginseng that is over 20 years old becomes valuable, and can be worth at least 30 or 50 taels of silver.
There is chaos and war outside now, and refugees are everywhere. Changsheng Pharmacy simply weighs the ginseng by taels. One tael of ginseng costs twenty taels of silver!
This is also the minimum purchase unit, which can save two taels of silver compared to usual. Who pockets these two taels of silver?
The maids and old women!
This is worth a month's salary.
They all had to persuade their masters to buy some. It was normal for wealthy families to have a few taels of ginseng.
Among the refugees in and outside the city, two taels of silver are enough to buy a young girl. How can it not be attractive?
Looking at the people coming and going, everyone waving money to buy medicine, Guan Changsheng couldn't help stroking his beard, his face full of satisfaction.
That’s it, buy them all. The stockpiled goods in my Changsheng Pharmacy can make you unable to open a new store.
Isn't it just ginseng? Yours is thick and valuable, mine is cheap!
After selling for a whole morning, Guan Changsheng silently calculated the silver he had earned, feeling very happy.
Suddenly, the servants came running back to report, "Boss, this is bad! Everyone who bought ginseng this morning is coming here to return it! They absolutely don't want our ginseng anymore. What should we do? They've all returned the sliced ginseng!"
Guan Changsheng's hand trembled, and the tea spilled out. "Ah? What happened?"
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On the first day of Wang Yi's opening, the small shop was packed with people.
But these people were not maids or old women, but beautiful women who were well-known in the city.
Mr. Qian's sixtieth birthday party was attended by the rich and powerful; no one of unknown standing could possibly get in. The news about the white jade mask spread throughout this circle.
"Oh, look at this ginseng, how come it's so good! It must be hundreds of years old, right?"
Another said, "My master once bought a hundred-year-old wild ginseng, but it wasn't as thick and solid as this one. It looks like it must be more than a hundred years old!"
This one continued, "I think it's at least five hundred years old. When I accompanied my husband to see the tribute, there was a five-hundred-year-old wild ginseng among them. This ginseng is exactly the same as the other one!"
"Ah? Five hundred years? That's amazing! No wonder the shopkeeper won't sell it. Today we can feast our eyes on it. Your husband even took you with him when he delivered the tribute. He treats you so well. Unlike me, he only gives me silver and I never see him again."
"No, this is how you and your husband should be in love and sweetness. He is willing to give you so much money."
"Haha, no way, my sister and brother-in-law are closer."
As they were talking, the arrogant ones were feeling smug, those who had never seen anything like it were full of envy, and those who couldn't beat her were blowing their noses and glaring at her. Don't look how lively it was.
Of course, the busiest place is the cabinet selling facial masks.
Wang Yi felt that her Treasure Pavilion could no longer operate because she ran out of goods.
With Qian Liu and Lin Wang leading the way, they sold nearly 100 of the 150-plus white jade facial masks.
This is nearly 50,000 taels of silver!
Wang Yi did not hesitate and asked Ding Sanshun to cut ginseng nearby.
Fresh 20-year-old (grown in the space for more than 24 hours) ginseng is prepared with honey. Each of the noble ladies who come into the store is given a piece, which can be brewed on the spot or taken orally.
The main point is that it’s given away for free!
Isn’t Guan Changsheng selling it at a discount? Then I’ll keep giving him a discount until the end. I’ll give him a huge discount!
Among this group of people, most of those who cannot afford facial masks simply feel that there is no need to spend five hundred taels on their faces.
But fresh ginseng is different. Twenty-year-old fresh ginseng has medicinal value and is so rare that anyone who has eaten it on the spot would not want to buy some and stockpile it, so the price is directly raised to one hundred taels per plant.
In this situation, Wang Yi would be a fool not to sell ginseng.
In the permanent land, there is almost no room to plant the seeds thrown by the old ginseng.
She immediately ran to the backyard, took a large basket, pulled out a lot of things from the space, and carried a large basket in.
One hundred taels per plant that is around twenty years old, buy as much as you want!
As for those that are less than 20 years old (grown in the space for more than 12 hours), they are directly sold at 10 taels per plant.
The scene was lively. No matter whether it was ten or one hundred taels of ginseng, they were sold out in seconds.
Directly clear out the low-year ginseng in Wang Yi’s ginseng field.
It feels so comfortable.
Even so, many people were still asking how to sell the 500-year-old wild ginseng she placed in the middle of the store.
This is ginseng essence!
It is rumored that a thousand-year-old ginseng can bring the dead back to life, and a five-hundred-year-old wild ginseng can save half a life.
At least, in old age, you can extend your life by another ten or eight years, right?
Especially Qian Liushi. After she told Master Qian about this, she came today with a mission, insisting on ordering Wang Yi's wild ginseng that was over 500 years old. Master Qian was 60 years old, an age when he wanted to collect natural treasures to prolong his life.
Wang Yi looked at the half acre of wild ginseng he had left, which was about a thousand years old, mixed with a few five-hundred-year-old ones, and looked embarrassed.
"There are really very few left. I don't have many left here."
If you don't pull it out soon, it will become a thousand-year-old one, and it will not be easy to sell in Qingdong City.
There aren't that many rich people.
Qian Liu suddenly exclaimed, "How many plants? You actually still have a few? My dear sister, you must give me some! Even just one plant, just one plant will do! You can name the price, I want it!"
"How about this? I'll personally deliver it to your house tomorrow?" Wang Yi told the same thing to several women of prominent status in the city. After all, 500-year-old ginseng was worth a fortune, and it was common in Wang Yi's area, so she couldn't afford to neglect it.
This is respect for silver.
"That's great. I'm waiting for you at home, please stay!"
Wang Yi nodded helplessly and said, "Tomorrow it will be 600 years. This is your reward for opening the shop for me."
The supply of this batch of fresh ginseng slices directly surpassed the sweet water tea of Changsheng Pharmacy.
Qingdong City is so small that all the wealthy people gathered in Wang Yi's shop. The maids and servants queuing outside the Changsheng Pharmacy also saw their master and were notified to return the dried ginseng.
Not only is it expensive but it is also dry and you can't tell how old it is. This inferior ginseng is so expensive. It's obvious who is thinking who is a fool.
Guan Changsheng looked at the returned ginseng and the large group of people queuing up in the Treasure Pavilion, and immediately felt his blood boiling.
With a "click", he pulled it over.
"Oh no, oh no, the shopkeeper has fainted, hurry up and save him!"
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