"To be honest, this dress is homemade. You know, fabric is hard to come by these days. If we had the fabric, my sisters-in-law's craftsmanship would be pretty good."
Dong Miao thought about it. She did have an uncle who was a manager in a textile factory. If she could get her hands on the defective cloth from the factory...
"I'll think of a way to deal with the fabric. If it works, come over next time and we'll talk about it."
This is exactly what Wen Guoer wanted. She will be joining the army soon. If Dong Miao can get the cloth, the Tang family can continue this livelihood.
When she came out, Wen Guoer took out enough cloth from the space and put it into the backpack, then happily found Zhang Xiaocui.
The two first went to the post office to mail a letter, and then went to a state-owned restaurant and spent 36 cents to buy six meat buns, two for each person, and also bought two for Uncle Wang.
The Tang family will need to use ox carts many times in the future, so the relationship must be maintained.
Zhang Xiaocui ate the delicious and greasy meat buns and felt relieved: "The days are getting better and better."
After finishing lunch, the two went to the clinic to get their medicine.
The prescription was specially prepared by Wen Guoer. The medicinal materials are easy to find in this era, and the clinic quickly prepared the medicine.
Just as the two were about to leave, they heard another voice from the counter:
"Miss, our family is really struggling to make ends meet. These are all good medicinal herbs. Can you use them to pay for your medical treatment?"
A man in his 50s spoke to the nurse at the counter with a pleading tone.
"This is a health center, not a purchasing station. You can get paid for treatment. If you don't want treatment, you can leave immediately." The nurse looked impatient.
Wen Guoer looked at the sack next to the uncle and walked over. Zhang Xiaocui didn't understand why, so she followed him.
The uncle wanted to fight for it again, but before he opened his mouth, he heard a pleasant voice:
"Uncle, shall we go out and talk?"
Wen Guoer glanced at the sackcloth bag, and the uncle, who was also a smart man, immediately picked up the bag and followed Wen Guoer.
The three of them came to a deserted corner.
"Sister-in-law, please go to the intersection and keep watch for us so no one can see us."
Zhang Xiaocui thought that Wen Guoer might want to make a deal with the uncle, so she ran to the intersection without saying a word.
"Uncle, what do you have here?" Wen Guoer asked.
"Girl, these are all good things. I picked them all in the mountains." As he said that, he opened the cloth bag and showed it to Wen Guoer.
Wen Guoer took a look and found that it was actually wild Polygonum multiflorum, which looked about a hundred years old.
Asked: "Uncle, how do you plan to change it?"
"My wife's illness costs 20 yuan. Do you think it's okay, my daughter?" the uncle pleaded.
"OK."
Wen Guoer took out 20 yuan and handed it to the uncle.
This is a century-old Polygonum multiflorum, and it's wild. Although 20 yuan is a lot in this era, for Wen Guoer, who is obsessed with medicinal herbs, it is simply a great deal.
"Girl, you are such a good person." The uncle put away the money, his eyes full of gratitude.
"Uncle, do you often go to the mountains to collect herbs?" Wen Guoer asked?
"My home is at the foot of the mountain. When we can't make a living, we have to rely on the mountain." The uncle sighed.
"Uncle, do you have any other medicinal herbs at home?"
After saying this, I was afraid that the uncle would have concerns, so I continued:
"The elderly at home are weak, so we have to always have tonic medicine at home."
The uncle looked at her and didn't think she was fake. After thinking for a while, he hesitated and said:
"There are still some medicinal herbs at home, left by the old man, but I don't dare to sell them at a low price..."
"Uncle, if it's good medicinal material, you name a price. If I like it, I'll take it all."
Wen Guoer responded readily.
Looking at the girl's affirmative tone, and the way she gave 20 yuan without blinking just now, the uncle whispered:
"I have two ginseng trees at home, one is over 100 years old, and the other is 300 years old."
After saying this, the uncle looked at Wen Guoer's face, and seeing that she didn't react much, he continued:
"The old man said the price for a small one should be at least 300 yuan, and the price for a large one should be 1,500 yuan. He wouldn't give it up for less than that."
After saying that, the uncle sighed. At this price, when a brick house can be built with 200 yuan, how many people can afford it!
Wen Guoer was extremely excited. She had several prescriptions that she had not been able to develop because she lacked these precious medicinal materials.
In her previous life, most ginseng were artificially cultivated and had no medicinal effect. She didn't expect to encounter two wild ones here.
As for the price, she was even more amused.
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