"Girl, do you mind if I have time, I can go to your yard and see what the tree that produces this black fruit looks like?" Hong Yu asked, pointing to the spiritual fruit in the basket in his hand.
Of course, Wang Shiyu would not refuse the benefactor's request, and nodded quickly: "Yes, brother, you can come over at any time if you are free."
"Okay, I'd like to ask, girl, where do you live from? Can you tell me the specific address?" Hong Yu asked.
"I am from Shangyang Village, Qingxi Town." Wang Shiyu replied.
Hong Yu looked surprised, he didn't expect that he was from the same hometown.
Moreover, Shangyang Village is quite close to Hongjia Village, only two or three miles away.
He said quickly: "Girl, what a coincidence, I am from Hongjia Village, Qingxi Town."
"real?"
Wang Shiyu looked at Hong Yu, her eyes shining, and she suddenly felt very friendly.
"Yes!" Hong Yu nodded: "Then I will go directly to your village to find you next time."
"Okay." Wang Shiyu didn't know why, but she was still a little hopeful.
Xiao Ling'er saw that the two of them were chatting enthusiastically, and they were from the same hometown. A strong jealousy suddenly surged into her heart, and she quickly interrupted:
"Brother Xiaoyu, let's go quickly. My good friend is coming from the city to my house to get century-old wild ginseng."
Hong Yu didn't want to miss Xiao Ling'er's business, so he had to say goodbye to Wang Shiyu first, followed Xiao Ling'er and left the drug store with a basket of "Lingxin Fruit".
"Brother Xiaoyu, do you like her?"
On the way, Xiao Linger suddenly asked.
Hong Yu was startled and didn't quite understand, so he asked: "Sister Ling'er, who do I like?"
Xiao Ling'er stamped her foot and said, "She's the beautiful girl from your hometown. She's so beautiful, you men must all like her."
Hong Yu suddenly realized and said with a smile: "Sister Ling'er, you are overthinking. I just met her today, how could I like her?"
"Really don't like it?" Xiao Ling'er asked, staring into Hong Yu's eyes.
"I don't like it. I'm not a playboy. I like people when I see them." Hong Yu told the truth.
Although Wang Shiyu is beautiful, Hong Yu really doesn't have that idea.
On the contrary, he was more curious about the spiritual tree in Wang Shiyu's house.
Seeing that Hong Yu answered seriously, Xiao Linger felt very happy knowing that he was not lying.
"Sister Ling'er, why are you suddenly concerned about my love life?" Hong Yu asked in confusion.
Xiao Ling'er's pretty face suddenly turned red, her heartbeat sped up inexplicably, and she hesitated, "I... I was just asking."
"Really?" Hong Yu frowned.
"Of course it is."
Xiao Ling'er was afraid that Hong Yu would keep asking, so she quickly changed the subject, pointed at a red BMW in front of her, and said, "Brother Xiaoyu, wait here, I'll drive over."
Sitting in Xiao Linger's BMW, Hong Yu arrived at Xiao's house twenty minutes later.
The Xiao family is indeed a wealthy family. They actually have an independent villa with a yard in the center of the county.
The yard is not small either, with rockeries, flower beds, and a pavilion.
It looks very much like the mansion of a large family in ancient times.
"Grandpa, do you see who I brought here?"
Mr. Xiao was pruning the leaves of the flowers and plants by the flower bed when he suddenly heard his granddaughter Xiao Ling'er's voice coming from the door. He looked back and saw Hong Yu getting out of the car.
"Haha, it's Xiaoyu here."
Mr. Xiao laughed happily and loved Hong Yu as his savior.
Previously, in order to express his gratitude, he specifically asked his granddaughter to transfer 500,000 yuan in medical fees to Hong Yu.
Unexpectedly, Hong Yu actually confiscated it, which made his impression of Hong Yu even better.
Young people do good deeds without expecting anything in return. This spirit is really rare in today's society.
"Mr. Xiao, I escorted sister Ling'er home. She's home safely now. I think it's time for me to leave."
Hong Yu said.
He had always been thinking about the spiritual heart tree in Wang Shiyu's house, and wanted to go there and have a look.
The Spiritual Heart Tree bears fruit every three months.
If he could get his hands on this tree, it would be very beneficial to his future practice. He might be able to become a foundation-building monk this year.
Hearing that Hong Yu was about to leave, Xiao Ling'er immediately became unhappy and said, "Brother Xiaoyu, you're already here, why do you have to sit down and have a cup of tea before leaving?"
Mr. Xiao echoed: "Ling'er is right, Xiaoyu, come in and drink two cups of tea, and we will have a chat."
Helpless, Hong Yu had no choice but to agree.
Enter the villa hall.
Hong Yu was invited to sit on the sofa.
Xiao Linger placed the box containing century-old wild ginseng on the coffee table, then made the tea herself and poured him a cup of hot tea.
Mr. Xiao joked: "Xiaoyu, you still have more face. As a grandfather, I can't even drink the tea brewed by Ling'er myself."
Hong Yu: "..."
Xiao Ling'er's pretty face turned red, and she said with embarrassment and annoyance: "Grandpa, what are you talking about? Didn't I pour it for you too?"
"Besides, brother Xiaoyu is your savior, and that is the savior of our Xiao family. Of course I have to make tea for my savior."
Mr. Xiao laughed and said, "Okay, Grandpa is wrong. If I don't say anything anymore, I'll make this girl like you anxious."
Xiao Linger stuck out her tongue at Mr. Xiao and glanced at Hong Yu.
I was relieved when I found that Hong Yu's expression was normal, but he was also slightly disappointed.
"By the way, Xiaoyu, what did you mean when you said in the yard just now that you were escorting Ling'er home?"
Mr. Xiao thought of something, frowned and asked, "Did Ling'er encounter any danger?"
Before Hong Yu could ask the question, Xiao Ling'er had already explained it:
"Grandpa, Mr. Song is critically ill. His grandson Song Xuan is an old classmate of mine. He asked me to buy century-old wild ginseng in our Jiangling County to replenish the old man's health."
"Unexpectedly, Brother Xiaoyu had a century-old wild ginseng for sale in the medicinal materials market, and it was more than two hundred years old. So, I helped Song Xuan buy it from Brother Xiaoyu."
"In order to help brother Xiaoyu earn more, I asked Song Xuan to pay 12 million. Anyway, the Song family is not short of money, hehe."
Hong Yu just picked up the tea cup and took a sip. When he heard the next sentence, he almost spit out the tea.
Why is this girl suspected of cheating an old classmate?
He suddenly felt that the twelve million in his hand seemed to be stolen.
"It would be unsafe for me to take such a valuable thing back alone, so I asked Brother Xiaoyu to escort me back."
After Xiao Linger explained, he opened the box on the coffee table.
"Grandpa, look, how is brother Xiaoyu's wild ginseng?"
Mr. Xiao grew up in Jiangling, a county of medicinal materials, and he naturally has some knowledge about various precious medicinal materials.
He could tell at a glance that the wild ginseng in the box was at least two hundred years old, or even more than two hundred and fifty years old, because it had twenty-six spiral patterns.
Wild ginseng will grow a spiral pattern every ten years.
"Xiaoyu, I didn't expect that you could get wild ginseng that is more than two hundred years old. This is a rare occurrence in Jiangling County in ten years."
Mr. Xiao said: "If you ask me, 12 million will be sold for less."
Hong Yu: "..."
This rich man talks differently. Twelve million is still too little?
"Ah?" Xiao Ling'er was dumbfounded and said, "Grandpa, so what do you mean, I asked Brother Xiaoyu for money?"
Mr. Xiao nodded: "Indeed."
Xiao Ling'er couldn't help but blame herself. She looked at Hong Yu and said, "Brother Xiaoyu, I'm sorry. If I had known better, I should have asked for more."
Hong Yu said quickly: "Sister Ling'er, please don't say that. If it weren't for you, I would have sold this hundred-year-old wild ginseng to Boss Xu for seven million."
Mr. Xiao smiled and said: "Ling'er, you don't need to blame yourself. I said I sold less, and that's conditional.
"Although these hundred-year-old wild ginseng is scarce and valuable, under normal circumstances, it does not reach the price of tens of millions."
"It will only be worth the price if someone needs it."
"Mr. Song is the richest man in Jiangzhou City, with tens of billions of assets. He is seriously ill and urgently needs this century-old wild ginseng to survive. We only sold him 12 million, which is naturally too little."
"If it were sold to someone else, it might not be worth the price."
Hong Yu nodded in agreement.
Xiao Ling'er also breathed a sigh of relief. It seemed that he was not selling less.
"Master, Miss, someone came to the gate of the courtyard asking to see you. He said he was Song Xuan, the son of the Song family."
At this time, Ah Fu, the Xiao family's butler, suddenly walked in and reported.