After buying a shovel, Zhao Yiran did not rush to leave the medicinal materials market.

There is another important thing that Zhao Yiran has not done yet.

That is to understand how to dig ginseng.

He didn't expect that if he really encountered a hundred-year-old wild ginseng in the west of Jiangcheng, he would destroy the wild ginseng because of his wrong method, which would lead to the inability to meet Xiaoling's breakthrough needs.

As for whom to find out how to dig ginseng, Zhao Yiran had already thought about it.

About a few minutes later, Zhao Yiran deviated from the main shopping street of the medicinal materials market and came to the area near the wall of the medicinal materials market on the easternmost side of the medicinal materials market.

Here, there are many stalls selling medicinal materials.

When Zhao Yiran was looking for Xiaoling's evolution medicinal materials, he came to inquire.

"Brother, can you please help me with some Ganoderma lucidum?

"Brother, come and have a look. The golden lotus soul-returning grass that I just dug back...and Rhodiola"

...

Whenever Zhao Yiran passes these stalls, he would hear the sound of hawking in his ears.

Scanning these street stalls, Zhao Yiran looked for traces of ginseng.

After a while, Zhao Yiran found a skinny old man at the end of the corner of the wall, lowering his head and smoking a dry cigarette, making a "click" sound in his mouth.

In front of this thin old man, a clean blue silk cloth was spread out.

On the blue silk cloth, three ginsengs are neatly placed, and there are also equipped appraisal books next to it.

This ginseng looks well preserved.

The freshness seems to be just dug out.

Zhao Yiran looked carefully and observed the year of ginseng.

I compared my mind with the wild ginseng from the eighty years I had observed before.

Then, Zhao Yiran had an answer in his mind.

The ginseng of this skinny old man has been around for about seven or eight years, and from the texture and style, it is not wild ginseng, so the price will naturally not be too expensive.

Belongs to plant seeds under the forest.

Zhao Yiran did his homework to examine ginseng. In addition, he was wandering around in this medicinal materials market. Zhao Yiran also listened to many conversations from others, and all of them were secretly remembered in his heart.

Zhao Yiran guessed that this skinny old man's ginseng was only eighty.

"Uncle, how do you sell ginseng?"

Zhao Yiran stepped forward a few steps, squatted in front of the blue silk cloth, and asked for a question.

Seeing someone asking for the price, the old man hurriedly put down the dry tobacco and said, "I have been ginseng for seven or eight years. I have been soaking in wine, but it's almost a big deal to nourish my body."

The skinny old man did not directly answer Zhao Yiran's words, but explained.

"I know, I just bought it for wine, how much does it cost?"

Zhao Yiran smiled at the skinny old man and pointed to the ginseng on the silk cloth.

"Except this branch, the rest are all two, one hundred and three. This branch has lost some of its virtual roots..."

The skinny old man pointed at the ginseng that was closest to him and away from the other two ginsengs and said.

After hearing what the skinny old man said, Zhao Yiran took a closer look: Sure enough.

The ginseng that the skinny old man pointed at was less weak and was a little irregular, as if it had been taken care of.

But if you don’t pay attention and look carefully, even Zhao Yiran won’t see anything.

But after the other party reminded him, he saw it clearly.

"It's not a problem, it's just a little bit of weakness, it's just a soak in wine anyway.

One hundred and three are just one hundred and three, I want all three."

Zhao Yiran said indifferently.

Before Zhao Yiran could finish his words, the middle-aged man who set up a street stall next to the old man came forward.

"Young man, do you still have to participate? I have it, it's all for ten years, so I'll give you a 13-year mark. How about it?"

After talking, the middle-aged man took out a few boxes of ginseng from his backpack behind him, opened it to Zhao Yiran, and continued: "Look, it's real, this is an appraisal."

"Young man, don't..."

Seeing this scene, the skinny old man hurriedly got up and wanted to say something.

But the middle-aged man who showed Zhao Yiran ginseng suddenly turned his head and snorted: "Hmm? Old Li, your ginseng is not new anymore, and you are selling it out. Isn't this obviously a scam?"

After talking, the middle-aged man kicked the ginseng box on the blue silk cloth with his feet.

Then, he turned his face and said to Zhao Yiran with a smile: "Young man, look, my ginseng is just dug in autumn this year. It is authentic ginseng seeds from under the forest for ten years, and it is completely preserved, with perfect roots and a straight texture. It is sold for you at a price of 13."

Seeing all this in his eyes, Zhao Yiran smiled, but his heart was like a mirror.

There is no way to tell the reason, especially after looking at the ginseng in the box in the middle-aged man's hands, he even understood it even more.

This middle-aged man is right. The ginseng is indeed fresh, and it has a full color, its roots are intact, and its texture is clear and straight, but...

The ginseng is so fresh that it looks like it was just dipped out of the soil yesterday, like a corn shaft for two seasons a year.

You can pinch water out of it even if you pinch it.

In addition, Zhao Yiran also saw some colored and dotted things in this ginseng.

In a vague way, you can smell the slight smell of fertilizer in the ginseng!

Of course, ordinary people can't smell it, but Zhao Yiran is different from ordinary people.

His senses are extremely strong.

Especially this middle-aged man almost put the ginseng box on Zhao Yiran's face...

As the saying goes, ginseng is not as good as radish for one or two years. It is better to buy a white radish to make wine than to buy a white radish to make wine.

The ten years that the middle-aged man said were naturally a lie.

However, the appraisal book in the ginseng box is like a fake one, it is real.

After seeing so many ginseng in this medicinal material market, Zhao Yiran was naturally able to distinguish the authenticity of the appraisal book.

Woo woo woo woo woo ~!

Someone approached his master, and Xiao Ling beside him prostrated and made a warning sound.

A faintly, there was a light blue flame at the bottom of the claws.

Seeing this situation, Zhao Yiran hurriedly curbed Xiaoling's spiritual power and used spiritual power to ease Xiaoling's emotions.

He didn't want Xiao Ling to burn the house just because someone was fooling him to sell fake ginseng here...

When the middle-aged man saw Xiao Ling's actions, he didn't care. He seemed to want Xiao Ling to come up and give him a mouthful. He could even extort money if he sold the ginseng...

"Haha, this uncle, I'm sorry. I want to buy ginseng for seven or eight years to make wine today. I'm sorry."

With one hand stretched out a finger and pushed the ginseng box in front of him away, Zhao Yiran smiled.

"You...well~!"

Hearing Zhao Yiran's words, the middle-aged man originally wanted to say something, but when he carefully savored it, he seemed to feel the young man in front of him seemed to see the tricks of his ginseng.

Then he looked at the skinny old man fiercely: "Old Li, sell your ginseng well, haha."

Ginseng failed to fool it, and the middle-aged man seemed to attribute the reason to the skinny old man.

Naturally, he would not think that people like Zhao Yiran could recognize the quality of ginseng.
Chapter completed!