While the two were chatting, Wen Ziqiu took Ye Jintang to a medicinal shop.
"Brother Ziqiu, I haven't seen you for a long time. Where did you get rich recently?"
A cheerful male voice came from the room. Ye Jintang looked over and saw a slightly fat young man, holding a handful of unknown medicinal materials in his hand, and greeted him with a smile.
"Where else can I go to make a fortune? It's not just living on my little piece of land. Brother Yunqing heard that you recently bought a batch of medicinal materials and made a lot of money."
"What I'm doing is just earning a few taels of silver and barely making ends meet."
Shen Yunqing looked at Ye Jintang and asked with confusion, "Who is this?"
"I almost forgot to introduce you when I was interrupted. This is my cousin Ye Qinglin. I brought him here because I wanted to trouble you about something."
"There's no need to talk about whether it's troublesome or not between us brothers. It's too harsh. If you have anything to do, just say it. If I can help, I won't shirk it."
"I have a ginseng plant here and I asked Brother Yunqing to help me find out how much it is worth now."
Wen Ziqiu opened the wooden box and handed the ginseng to Shen Yunqing.
"Brother Ziqiu, you can do it. This ginseng is the Eight Classic Laoshan Ginseng. It will take at least six to seven hundred years. Just wait and I will ask my shopkeeper to come and take a look."
Shen Yunqing is still a bit younger, and he really can't be sure about ginseng of such an age.
Soon shopkeeper Song of the medicine shop was hurriedly called over by Shen Yunqing.
"Shopkeeper Song, please take a look at this old wild ginseng."
Shopkeeper Song only glanced at the reed head and his eyes widened in surprise. It had been a long time since he had seen an old wild ginseng that was more than 900 years old.
"This is the ninth-grade old mountain ginseng. We usually call it the thousand-year-old ginseng. This is a rare treasure. If someone's life is hanging by a thread, just such a whisker can hang his life."
Shopkeeper Song pointed to the thinnest ginseng root.
Ye Jintang on the side never expected that the nine-leaf ginseng in his space was actually 900 years old. This was really surprising.
"Shopkeeper Song, can you help me estimate the price?"
"The 300-year-old ginseng here costs about 50 taels of silver. The price of thousand-year-old ginseng is many times higher. A conservative estimate is 1,000 taels."
Wen Ziqiu nodded slightly, "This price is quite reasonable."
"If a large family urgently needs thousand-year-old ginseng, the price will increase even further."
"Mr. Wen, do you want to sell this ginseng plant you have? If you want to sell it, our pharmacy can accept it."
Naturally, Wen Ziqiu cannot make the decision.
"Qinglin, do you want to sell ginseng?"
"I wonder how many plants Mr. Shen can ask for?"
There are several boxes in Ye Jintang's space. According to the calculation of 1,000 taels of silver per plant, she can sell a few less plants first and go back to the capital to sell some of them.
She is very cautious in doing things. If she takes out too many thousand-year-old ginseng at one time, she is afraid that she will get into trouble.
"I wonder how much ginseng the young master has."
"23 plants."
Shopkeeper Song turned his head and glanced at Shen Yunqing, and when he saw him nodding, Shopkeeper Song agreed.
"There are too many people in Dongshi today. I will ask the boy next to me to bring the ginseng early tomorrow morning. Shopkeeper Song will just give you cash."
Shopkeeper Song naturally has no reason to refuse. This is a rare thousand-year-old ginseng. In the future, with these ginseng, their medicine shop can become famous in Xingnan.
The two sat in the medicine shop for a while again, and Ye Jintang asked shopkeeper Song what medicinal materials were most lacking at the moment.
"It's a pity that I'm going to the capital in a few days. I'm afraid I won't be able to cooperate with Shopkeeper Song anymore."
"Our Shen's Pharmacy also has a store in the capital. If you have medicinal materials for sale, you can go directly to Shen's Pharmacy. Shopkeeper Du there will definitely give you a good price."
Shen Yunqing said very neatly.
"Okay, let's work together again if we have the chance."
After coming out of the drug store, Ye Jintang thought Wen Ziqiu would ask her about the origin of ginseng, but he didn't ask anything and just asked her to treat her to some flower wine.
Only then did Ye Jintang realize what the so-called eating flower wine was all about.
"Cousin, you are not afraid that my grandfather will know that you have been having fun outside at a young age."
"There are many ways to eat flower wine. I will take you to see it today."
"Now?"
"Of course, when do you want to go?"
Wen Ziqiu's smile made Ye Jintang wonder if he was overthinking it. The flower wine in his mouth was different from the flower wine she thought about?
It was noon, and she didn't believe that she could be passionate about drinking at this hour.
Wen Ziqiu, who was familiar with the road, led Ye Jintang through the lively streets.
"Shuiqufang is ahead."
Ye Jintang followed Wen Ziqiu's gaze and saw a very lively street not far away.
There are many jugglers and singers on the street. There are even children holding a gong, walking a few steps, knocking it, and shouting, "Ruan Qianqian is singing "The Peacock Flies Southeast" at Wan'an Tower."
The child's voice was clear and loud, and Ye Jintang could hear it from a long distance away.
She was surprised in her heart. If Xingnan City was so prosperous, what would the capital be like?
"It's a coincidence that we are here. Not everyone has the opportunity to listen to Ruan Qianqian's songs. Come on, let's go and grab a seat. If we go late, we won't have a good seat."
As soon as I saw that Wen Ziqiu often came here to play, he was very familiar with Shuiqufang.
After a while, under his leadership, the group of them arrived at Wan'an Building.
Looking at the castle-like pavilions in front of him, Ye Jintang was once again impressed by the prosperity of Xingnan.
They just stood outside the door and could vaguely hear bursts of ancient music coming from Wan'an Building.
"This morning, I heard the magpie chirping in the yard. Now that I see Mr. Wen coming, I finally understand that the magpie told me that Mr. Wen is coming."
Wen Ziqiu stopped in front of Wan'an Building, and immediately a smiling clerk came forward.
"Ding Xiaozhu, you are becoming more and more glib. Please arrange a private room for me quickly. My cousin is treating you today. Bring me anything delicious to eat."
"Okay, if you can invite Mr. Wen to come to Wan'an Building to play, he must be a young man from a wealthy family. I will take good care of him."
Ding Xiaozhu walked in front and led the group into Wan'an Building.
After entering, Ye Jintang looked around with his eyes, much like Grandma Liu entering the Grand View Garden.
In her impression, people in ancient times lived very hard lives. Even rich families with money and leisure had relatively few places to play.
Now it seems that I have completely gone astray. People's lives are still very colorful.
As soon as you enter the Wan'an Building, you will see a huge stage, where a large-scale song and dance performance is currently being held.
A dozen shirtless young men performed a sword dance on the stage.
They tied colorful belts around their waists, and every time they waved their swords, the ribbons around their waists would fly around.
In Ye Jintang's eyes, it was really full of abdominal muscles, dazzling in front of his eyes.
Look around at the people drinking tea and watching singing and dancing. There are men, women, old and young, and there are also girls and ladies wearing veils.
In the private room on the second floor, the girls didn't even wear veils, and a few friends gathered together to talk and laugh, it was so cool.
