This time, Zhang Bei also considered the men's financial situation and took out a 50-year-old ginseng, which also gave a great discount on the price.

You know, there are very few Laoshan ginseng on the market.

As long as it appears, it will eventually be on auction.

A fifty-year-old ginseng can be sold for more than 500,000 yuan. If you encounter something that is particularly needed, it is not impossible to have seven or eight hundred thousand yuan.

He gave the man a price of 300,000 yuan, a large part of the reason was that this man had a good relationship with his father back then.

I got a fishing rod I liked, but I didn't stay in the market for a long time and drove back to the village.

A man is half a person in the industry. If you want to buy ginseng, you have to abide by the rules.

Before dark, I had to stand at the door of Zhangbei's house with money, and the sun was set before I could come in.

Within three days after receiving the ginseng, you need to bring tribute to the mountain.

The original intention of this rule was to prevent the ginseng dug out by the people in the Paoshan to sell at a low price.

Asking the buyer to give the mountain god tribute is also a kind of awe.

However, as the old ginseng became less and less, this rule was just a rule.

Except for those insiders, the rest do not need to abide by this rule.

Even insiders have simplified the rules a little.

As the sky gradually became dark, Zhang Bei set up a table in the yard and put into tea.

Then he sat alone in the room and placed a wooden box next to him.

"The unfilial descendant of the Runshanren Huo Mi comes to visit!"

"I heard that, Brother Huo sit down, come in to get the ginseng in the dark."

"Thank you, the boss!"

Huo Mi's father was also a mountain runner. He followed Zhang's father to the mountain several times. Although he had no son to inherit his father's business, he had all the tricks very well.

Especially when buying ginseng, you can cook twice at a time.

When I came, I had time, and the sun set off the mountain after just sitting in the yard for more than ten minutes.

Hearing the knock on the door outside, Zhang Bei stood up with a wooden box in one hand.

"Come in."

"Zhang Bartou!"

Huo Mi nodded and stared at the box in Zhang Bei's hand.

"Take it, don't forget to go up the mountain and place a tribute when you have time."

"Don't worry, you can't forget this if you forget anything."

Huo Mi’s industry is not just that fishing gear store.

He also packed a farmland and covered it with a greenhouse to specialize in raising mushrooms.

Otherwise, it would be unlikely that it would be possible to directly spend 300,000 yuan to buy ginseng with a small fishing tackle shop.

"The money has been transferred, please take a look at the boss."

Zhang Bei looked down at the text message on his phone: "I saw it, hurry up and send it to your sister."

"Okay!"

Time came to the morning without realizing it, and Zhang Bei took a look at the weather forecast.

It's another sunny day, which is very suitable to chat with Lao Bai.

It was nothing today, so Zhang Bei took the car from two people running around to the foot of the mountain.

Looking at the bushy path in front of me, I opened the live broadcast room.

In an instant, the audience crowded in densely made the live broadcast room stagnate.

In just a few minutes, the number of online users in the live broadcast room has risen to 100,000.

Look at the hair: [I vomited, why is it this time in the underworld again?]

I shine the sun red: [End, I played games all night last night, should I sleep now?]

Beiming Youhai: [I am so irritated that I just got off work.]

Zhang Bei glanced at the time: "It's seven o'clock in the morning. Most people have already gotten up to have breakfast at this time, right?"

The Yangtze crocodile is beaten every day: [I have eaten breakfast, but shouldn’t I prepare to go to bed after I have eaten breakfast?]

Manyao’s Nanjiu: [Thinking too much, breakfast does not exist in the eyes of office workers!]

She said that was the story: [I'm so sleepy and want to see it, what should I do?]

Zhang Bei rolled his eyes: "If you want to sleep, go to bed quickly. Today we will have one purpose: to find lightning strike wood!"

The group of people who were originally planning to have a sleep in the live broadcast room suddenly became energetic.

Lightning strikes the wood!

Live streaming is looking for lightning strikes on the wood!

Can you still sleep?

Anyway, you can watch the live broadcast while lying down, that's not a big deal!

"I estimated that I could only carry about ten kilograms of lightning down the mountain, and I could make about two hundred wooden signs."

"Given the number of people, I will do a lottery in the live broadcast room. Whether I can get it depends on luck."

After pausing for a moment, Zhang Bei smiled as he watched the number of people climbing in the live broadcast room.

"Only old viewers who have watched the live broadcast for more than ten hours have the chance to draw!"

Zhang Bei's combination of punches directly confused the entire live broadcast room.

The ten-hour viewing time has long met the requirements for some old viewers.

But for new viewers, unless they don’t leave the live broadcast room from now on, they will definitely pass by the lottery opportunity.

The most terrifying thing is that most of the people in this group played all night and had not slept.

Looking at Zhang Bei's smile, these people almost burst into tears.

Beiming Youhai: [You can be an individual!]

Either black or white: [You can be an individual!]

People are like jade: [You can be an individual!]

...

The essence of human beings is a repeater. Seeing the exact same barrage floating by in front of your eyes, Zhang Bei almost laughed out loud.

"Aren't I help you adjust your daily routine?"

However, seeing the audience in the live broadcast room gushing over the network cable, Zhang Bei changed the topic in time.

"I'm still the same today. I'll introduce you if you encounter any interesting things and take notes!"

While speaking, Zhang Bei had already walked into the mountains along the path.

Before he could walk far away, Lao Bai's voice rang in his mind.

"I came here?"

"Are you idle?"

"No one talks to me, am I not idle?"

"How did you know I'm here? Didn't you ever find out before?"

"You lose faith when you walk on me now. If I can't even find out, what's the difference between being blind?"

Hearing Lao Bai's voice, Zhang Bei silently glanced at the live broadcast room.

More than 100,000 viewers brought a huge amount of popularity, which means that Lao Bai's strength has recovered a little, otherwise the sheny voice would probably not be able to stop.

"You have nothing to do. I'll go find Lei Damu, and you can concentrate on collecting your faith."

"ungrateful……"

Lao Bai murmured in a low voice, and his voice disappeared.

Zhang Bei took a deep breath to prevent himself from swearing in the live broadcast room.

If you are misunderstood, you should not send yourself to a mental hospital?

Say he was chatting with the mountain god?

Then you will probably be able to get a diagnosis of fantasy directly.

Say it's talking to yourself?

That's not much better, at least one auditory hallucination is inevitable.

I looked at the barrage with a guilty look, and saw the two big words [Gingerchid Lucidum] on the screen.

"Gingeria lucidum?"

"Where did you see Ganoderma lucidum?"

Zhang Bei rubbed his eyes, feeling a little unbelievable.
Chapter completed!