After glanced at the middle-aged man, Zhao Yiran turned his head and looked at the skinny old man: "Uncle, I didn't bring cash, can you scan the code? If not, I will withdraw the cash."

Zhao Yiran looked at it and found that there was no QR code sign around this skinny old man.

"I'm just three of you. Since you have bought all of you, I should go back too. There is a bank not far away from you."

The skinny old man stood up and said, wrapping up three ginseng and handing it to Zhao Yiran.

"good!"

Zhao Yiran replied and took the ginseng.

The two walked towards the gate of the medicinal materials market together.

"Young man, you have to lose your money to buy Ermazi ginseng. His ginseng is all from wholesale, and some of them are still ginseng in less than a year.

This kind of ginseng has no nutritional value at all, at most only a dozen yuan per piece.”

While walking, the thin old Li said to Zhao Yiran.

"Well, if it weren't for your reminder just now, I would have almost been fooled."

Zhao Yiran expressed gratitude and continued, "By the way, Mr. Li, did you dig this ginseng yourself?"

"Yes, old man, I don't have much ability. When I was young, I often went to dig ginseng with my father to make some money."

Mr. Li raked a few mouthfuls of dry tobacco, raised his eyebrows and looked at the medicine shovel in Zhao Yiran's hand, and said, "Young man, are you holding the shovel of digging ginseng? Are you also interested in digging ginseng?"

"I heard this is the peak season for digging ginseng recently, so I want to dig it myself.

Maybe you are lucky, and you will make a fortune if you dig out a thousand-year-old ginseng~!"

Zhao Yiran grinned and continued, "By the way, Mr. Li, you have been digging ginseng since you were young. Have you ever encountered valuable ginseng?"

"Digging ginseng is a skillful job, and the culture is deep inside. You can't just use a shovel to dig ginseng."

Listening to Zhao Yiran's words, Old Li grinned and said, "Besides, finding ginseng is still a technical job."

"I naturally encountered valuable ginseng, but I was still young and energetic at that time, which led to the ginseng running away..."

When talking about this, Lao Li looked regretful and slaps a few mouthfuls of dry tobacco hard: "That's a century-old wild ginseng, which is a pity for this treasure."

"Hmm? What! The century-old wild ginseng... ran away?"

Originally, when he heard Lao Li's words mention the century-old wild ginseng, Zhao Yiran, who looked excited, had not had time to be happy, suddenly was shocked by the last two words of Lao Li.

It was already a trick to dig ginseng from this old head Li. When he heard that the other party had seen and dug ginseng for a hundred years, Zhao Yiran knew that he had met a real ginseng digging craftsman.

But ginseng ran away...what does it mean?

Can ginseng really run?

Suddenly, Zhao Yiran remembered the fairy-bound rope that the fat boss told him when he bought a medicine shovel...

But no matter how you hear it, Zhao Yiran thinks this matter is unreliable.

Does it have other meanings?

"That's right, I just ran away. I was so excited at the beginning. After all, the 100-year-old wild ginseng is rare, and it has extremely high medicinal value. It is an extremely medicinal herb.

While excited, I didn't have time to notify my father, so I started to dig myself, but unexpectedly, my hand shook and tied the immortal rope and tied the knot.

Of course, if I remember my father's words and tie the immortal rope and tie the limp knot, I wouldn't let the ginseng slip away..."

Old Li looked sad.

"Wait, what are the dead knots? Is the saying of binding immortal ropes true? Also, what does ginseng run away mean? Long legs run away...???"

Zhao Yiran looked puzzled.

"Oh! I forgot, you don't know how to dig ginseng yet, this is all jargon of digging ginseng skills!"

Lao Li slapped his forehead and said with a smile: "The so-called ginseng ran away because it destroyed the soil connected to the fibrous roots of the ginseng when it was unearthed, resulting in the ginseng spirit being discharged, which is the essence of ginseng.

If this ginseng is vented from the spirit of ginseng, in a few minutes, before you can run all the ginseng out of the soil, the ginseng will rot from water."

Regarding the young man Zhao Yiran in front of him, Lao Li knew that he had never used a shovel or dug ginseng after looking at the pattern of his palm.

"What about binding the immortal rope? If you tie it up, you can't ejaculate the ginseng spirit? Then there is nothing wrong with binding the dead knot... Uh~! No, the dead knot can easily damage the fibrous roots, right? If you hurt the fibrous roots, you will naturally ejaculate the ginseng spirit..."

Zhao Yiran suddenly heard Lao Li's words.

"That's right, young man, it seems that you have a talent for digging ginseng, and ordinary people can't react so quickly..."

Old Li praised.

Da da da da da ~!

The dry tobacco pole dan smashed it hard on his arm. Old Li raised his head and looked at Zhao Yiran: "Young man, I think you bought me three ginseng portions. Let's do this. When I learned to dig ginseng with my father, I took a lot of notes and gave it to you. Just give it to me as a favor. That thing is not a hammer for me."

After chatting with the young man in front of him for a few minutes, Old Li felt quite speculative and evoked some memories of following his father up the mountain to look for ginseng.

"Ah? Then...why are you so embarrassed?"

Originally, Zhao Yiran was just thinking about inquiring about his experience, but for now, Zhao Yiran has gained a lot.

Lao Li mentioned the notes on digging ginseng, which really made Zhao Yiran feel that the gift was a bit heavy.

"Okay, it's just a few accompanying records, it's nothing.

Usually, not many people say a few more words to me, the old man. I have no wife and children, and I am so old, otherwise I would have to bring it to the ground..."

Old Li sighed a few times and waved his hand.

Then, he escaped from his arms a book of fur.

Love is always carried by the old Li...

Seeing this, Zhao Yiran was quite surprised.

However, what Zhao Yiran didn't know was that the old head Li had no place to live and lived on the mountain. If he didn't carry things like skill notes, he might have lost them long ago.

...

More than ten minutes later, Zhao Yiran withdraws 1,000 yuan to Lao Li.

But Lao Li only had to sell ginseng and would not get a penny more.

Just say it's enough to buy cigarettes and alcohol...

Looking at the left of Old Li's back, Zhao Yiran pinched the fur notebook in his hand and said with a secret gratitude in his heart.

...

In the evening, Zhao Yiran appeared in the forest area of ​​Jiangcheng West District.

Behind Zhao Yiran, she was carrying a backpack and Xiaoling also had a shoulder bag hanging on her body.

There are slowly sweet potatoes inside.

Zhao Yiran naturally doesn't need anything else, including food and water.

Free wild fruits, birds, beasts, rabbits, and mountain spring streams in the mountains.

As long as you ensure sufficient spiritual power and rapid recovery, everything else is not a problem.

"Xiao Ling, come and give it to me. Although this is not the area where wild ginseng appears, it is not enough to keep it. You can practice your hands first~!"

Zhao Yiran took off Xiao Ling's bag, took out the ginseng bought from Lao Li's head from his bag, and handed it to Xiao Ling's mouth.

Sniff ~!

Sniff ~!

Xiaoling sniffed the ginseng with her nose hard and swallowed it with her last bite.

"Okay, remember this taste, and I'll leave it to you next!"

Zhao Yiran stroked Xiaoling's back and said.
Chapter completed!