"Oh, the young lady has arrived." Song Xian bowed slightly and invited Nanzhi to take the seat of honor.
"Fuzi," Song Xian looked at the absence of anyone, "Song Li! Let's take a look at the tea."
Song Li straightened his clothes and came out from behind. "Who is it that wants me to serve tea? Father, are you out of your mind?"
This girl looks familiar.
"Hello, hero saves the beauty," Nan Zhi said.
Song Xian: "Do you know my son, young lady?"
Under Song Xian's gaze, the two looked at each other.
"know."
"I don't know him."
Two voices rang out simultaneously.
Song Xian's eyes darted back and forth between the two faces.
Song Li pushed Song Xian aside, saying, "When did I meet you?"
How did this woman end up swindling and cheating him at his house?
"Although I am a charming young master with a vast fortune, I really don't like girls like you."
Nanzhi:······
"The money in the house belongs to my father, when has it ever been yours? Besides, if Miss Song is interested in you, you should take a good look at yourself in the mirror."
Song Li rubbed the back of his head, which was throbbing from the beating: "Dad, I'm your own son."
Song Xian glared at him. "Miss Song, my son is impolite. I hope you will forgive him. I wonder how you know him?"
Song Hanyan, who was standing nearby, perked up his ears.
Nan Zhi smiled as she looked at Song Li: "I was saved by chance by Young Master Song, but perhaps you have already forgotten."
Song Xian suddenly remembered something: when his son was beaten before, Miss Song gave him medicine. He had been puzzled at the time, but now he understood.
Song Li put his hands on his hips and said, "Miss, if you keep this up, don't blame me for being impolite. Although I am handsome, the person I like has to be someone I like."
He glanced at Nanzhi, then waved his finger, "I don't like someone like you."
There are still such narcissistic people in the world.
Song Hanyan frowned, and the veins on his hands bulged.
Seeing that things were not going well, Song Xian immediately said, "What are you saying? This is Miss Song's husband."
"Husband?" Song Li shook his head: "I dislike married women even more."
Nanzhi:······
"Ouch, Dad, why did you kick me?" Song Li rubbed his sore bottom.
"Get out! Get out! Get out!"
He used to want to match his son with Miss Song, but now Song Xian doesn't dare to bring up the idea at all.
His son is not good enough for such an outstanding person.
If this kid keeps talking, his God of Wealth will be gone.
Song Hanyan took a deep breath behind Nan Zhi, suppressing the anger in his heart.
Nanzhi immediately comforted him, "It's okay, calm down. I don't like narcissistic men like that. He's not even as good-looking as you."
Song Xian: ......
What he said makes sense, but something still feels off.
Comforted, Song Hanyan reached out and held Nanzhi's hand tightly, pulling her closer to his chest.
Nanzhi: Is this guy jealous?
Under the scornful gaze of his own father, Song Li finally shut his mouth and shrank to the side in silence.
Song Xian then smiled and said, "Miss Song, have some tea and calm down. This young master, calm down too. How about we talk business?"
Nanzhi nodded.
Song Hanyan took off the bundle he was carrying and then spread all the medicinal herbs out on the table.
Each medicinal herb is packaged in a different color, and the color of the herbs combined with their medicinal properties undoubtedly makes them better than ordinary herbs.
Song Xian glanced at it and said, "Take the medicinal herbs down to be weighed."
Nan Zhi: "Manager Song, aren't you going to take a look?"
Those who gather medicinal herbs sell them, and the buyers carefully examine them. This is because many farmers mix similar-looking herbs together to confuse buyers and thus collect extra money.
Therefore, pharmacies will carefully screen and identify bundles of medicinal herbs to prevent receiving counterfeit medicines.
Song Xian's situation is quite rare.
Moreover, she brought a great many medicinal herbs this time.
Song Xian: "I trust Miss Nan."
Nanzhi nodded, then turned her package around from behind her.
He reached his hands deep into the bundle.
"Shopkeeper, could you please take a look at these items and see how they are?"
From the moment Nan Zhi reached into the bundle, Song Xian's eyes were fixed on it.
Upon seeing what she had taken out, Song Xian was even more excited.
A century-old Ganoderma lucidum!
A once-in-a-millennium event!
Nan Zhi casually picked up the Ganoderma lucidum, and Song Xian immediately and carefully took it from her.
He held her gently in his arms like a precious treasure.
"Hahaha, I never thought I'd actually see a century-old Ganoderma lucidum! My life has been worthwhile!"
The Ganoderma lucidum brought this time was of much better quality than the ones brought before, which made Song Xian very excited.
"Father, is it really necessary to be like this?" Song Li, standing to the side with his hands in his sleeves, was filled with envy.
His father had never been so good to him.
Song Xian glared at his son: "What do you know? Things like this usually only grow deep in the mountains and are extremely rare, let alone this one which is so old."
If this thing belongs to him, then his ancestors must have burned incense in great gratitude.
If Nam-chi knew, she would say, "There's no need for that. She has plenty of things like that."
It grows in large patches within the space.
Seeing the shopkeeper's excited expression, Song Hanyan couldn't help but ask, "Shopkeeper, how much is this Ganoderma lucidum worth?"
"Of course it's 1,500 taels, but how can something like that be measured in money?"
Nanzhi:······
Realizing what he had said, Song Xian immediately added, "It's clear that Miss Nan is extremely lucky to have encountered such a wonderful thing."
Nanzhi asked curiously, "If a hundred-year-old Ganoderma lucidum costs 1,500 taels, then how much would a thousand-year-old Ganoderma lucidum cost?"
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