“Miss Nan, a hundred-year-old Ganoderma lucidum is already rare, and a thousand-year-old Ganoderma lucidum would be priceless! Moreover, a thousand-year-old Ganoderma lucidum is hard to find, how could such a thing possibly exist?”
Nanzhi silently put the thousand-year-old Ganoderma lucidum back into the package.
It's best not to bring this out; if it causes unnecessary trouble, she has no way to resolve it with her current abilities.
As she spoke, Nanzhi took out several ginseng roots and placed them in Song Xian's hands.
"Manager Song, what do you think of these?"
Song Xian gasped and quietly pulled Nan Zhi aside.
He lowered his voice: "Miss Nan, where did you get all these things?"
Nan Zhi: "I picked them myself."
Song Xian looked around and said, "Miss, I cannot appraise these things."
The thousand-year-old ginseng in his hand was already beyond what could be valued, and besides, he couldn't tell its exact age.
However, there was one person who could see it.
“Young lady,” Song Xian said earnestly, “It is really dangerous to leave this in a small shop. However, I can introduce you to the steward of the largest pharmacy in the capital, who happens to be in the county. If he is there, he will definitely be able to protect this ginseng.”
Nanzhi didn't doubt him and said, "Then thank you very much, Manager Song."
Song Li only came to his senses after Nan Zhi had gone far away.
"Father, why didn't you keep the Ganoderma lucidum and ginseng?" Song Li complained.
If they put such good stuff in their store, they'll definitely make money.
Based on his father's words "there is a market but no price," Song Li could imagine that he would become the number one rich second-generation in the county.
Song Xian glanced at him, as if to say: How could someone as shrewd as me have given birth to such a stupid son as you?
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On the way back, Song Hanyan didn't say a word.
Nanzhi: "What do you want to ask?"
Song Hanyan wondered whether he should ask or not.
Since Zhizhi has said so, let's ask.
"These Ganoderma lucidum mushrooms."
“I grew them myself,” Nanzhi interrupted him.
"Planted?"
Why didn't he see that Zhizhi was growing Ganoderma lucidum? Besides, it's not something that can be successfully grown overnight, like Ganoderma lucidum that's a hundred years old or ginseng that's a thousand years old.
Nanzhi: "I saw it a few times when I went out to dig potatoes on the mountain before, and then I brought it back and planted it at home. I brought it with me this time."
Song Hanyan looked suspicious. How could he not see it when it was planted in his own field?
He remained silent and did not expose Nan Zhi's words. Nan Zhi confidently believed that Song Hanyan had not discovered the lie she had fabricated.
On the way back, the two people in the carriage had different thoughts.
I just got home, opened the door, and there it was—a familiar scene.
Everything was thrown on the ground; things that could be broken were broken, and things that couldn't be broken were thrown on the ground. There were even footprints on the blankets.
Even the kitchen was affected.
With a dark expression, Song Hanyan picked up the items and examined them carefully, hoping to find some clues.
Nan Zhi: "No need to investigate, I know who it is."
The same method was used twice; the first time, Namgyal forgot, which is why these people weren't punished.
But these people insist on causing trouble, so don't blame her for being ruthless.
Nan Zhi beckoned, and Song Hanyan obediently walked over.
"Song Hanyan, today I'm going to show you something big."
Song Hanyan: ?
He found out very quickly.
The night was dark and the wind was high; it was the perfect time to cause trouble.
Nanzhi climbed up the roof carefully.
But he still slipped and almost fell to the ground, but luckily Song Hanyan caught him in time.
"Song Hanyan." Nanzhi looked at him pitifully.
The next moment, Nanzhi was brought to the center of the roof.
With Song Hanyan in Nanzhi, there's nothing to fear.
She knew the Nan family's house very well; even through a layer of bricks and tiles, she could accurately locate Zhao Hui's room.
Nanzhi gently picked up the tile and placed it aside. Through the moonlight, she could see Zhao Hui lying alone in bed.
Seeing this, Nanzhi quietly took out a packet of powder from her bosom.
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I'm late! I'm late!
I'm busy today, please don't mind!
P.S.: All the medicinal herbs and usages listed are both references and custom interpretations, so please don't take them too seriously!
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