This author has traveled through time and space in a book!

After taking the money back to the room, Zhou Ran locked the door and entered the space. Was he afraid of losing the money? No space is safe!

Only when she saw the big money did she remember that when she was worried about money a while ago, she seemed to have pulled out a bunch of ginseng and hung it in the corner of the space. Was it dry?

It's done!

The carrots have been dried to the size of thumbs!

She had to sell it, otherwise she wouldn't give up. She happened to have some money in her pocket, so she planned to go to the provincial capital, which was about a two-hour drive away. The last bus was at eight o'clock in the evening, so she would still make it!

Zhou Ran was the first family that Teacher Qiu visited. He arrived at eight o'clock in the morning and chatted for half an hour. It was not even nine o'clock yet!

"Dad, I want to go out and play!" While Old Zhou was still confused, Zhou Ran quickly ran out of the room.

"Okay, go ahead! Be careful, and come back for dinner tonight?" Old Zhou didn't refuse. His daughter did homework at home every day during the winter vacation, so it was normal for her to go out and play for a day.

Otherwise he was worried that his daughter would become stupid.

"You won't be back for dinner either. I'll be home before 10 o'clock! Bye!" Zhou Ran had already put on his shoes while speaking.

There is a bus at nine o'clock, and she wants to catch that one!

"This kid...he's so quick to act!" Old Zhou shook his head. He still had to go to work! Adults don't have winter and summer vacations!

Zhou Ran hurried as fast as she could and finally arrived at the station and managed to catch the 9:05 bus. She still had five minutes left after buying the ticket!

On a weekday morning, although the students were on winter vacation, not many of them went to the provincial capital. As for college students, they usually returned home from the provincial capital, so there were not many people on the bus.

Zhou Ran slept with his eyes closed all the way, but in fact his consciousness entered the space and was studying!

The words "Tsinghua and Peking University seedlings" don't just appeal to Old Zhou, Zhou Ran also wants to get a chance!

For English, I memorized the dictionary; for Chinese, I memorized ancient poems and essays; for chemistry, I memorized the periodic table of elements; for history, I memorized the past five thousand years... We arrived at the provincial capital.

Are biology and geography so unimportant?

Oh! No! There’s not enough time. I’ll recite it next time. Next time!

Is there any herbal medicine store in the provincial capital that would buy her ginseng?

Zhou Ran actually didn’t know for sure, but it was probably in a pharmacy near the Provincial Hospital of Traditional Chinese Medicine!

Give it a try. She can afford the cost of trial and error.

It took more than twenty minutes to take a taxi from the station to the Chinese Medicine Hospital. When I looked at the time, it was already noon.

Winter diseases are treated in summer, but what about summer diseases? Paste prescriptions?

Zhou Ran walked unsteadily along the sidewalk. There were indeed quite a few pharmacies. The largest ones seemed to be Tong Ren Tang and Hu Qing Yu Tang. Which one should he choose?

Just ask both!

Thinking of this, Zhou Ran turned and walked into Hu Qing Yu Tang, looked around, and walked towards the counter of ginseng and antler tonics.

The counter displays some red ginseng, American ginseng and the like, while the wild ginseng is placed in a display cabinet, sewn into the velvet bit by bit with silk thread. As for the quality... Zhou Ran would not judge. Anyway, the most expensive one in the display cabinet is priced at 28 and it says "8-year-old wild ginseng".

"Hello, what would you like to see?" The salesperson here was very nice and did not ignore Zhou Ran just because she was young.

"Let me take a look at the ginseng... Can you help me identify it?" This word suddenly flashed through Zhou Ran's mind and he said it out loud.

Yes, door-to-door sales are so abrupt, but identification is not a big problem.

"Appraisal? Sure!" The salesperson was slightly stunned, but still smiled.

"Then please help me check the quality of this ginseng." Zhou Ran opened his schoolbag and took out a wooden box.

This is a packaging box she opened at home. It was a thank-you gift from Liu Qian. It originally contained ginseng. He said it was mountain-moving ginseng, so it was very convenient to open it.

"Okay...eh?" The salesperson took out a pair of white gloves and put them on very professionally, but when she looked carefully at the appearance of Zhou Ran's ginseng, she felt something was wrong.

Judging from the size, it looks like a garden ginseng. Garden ginseng is at most six or eight years old, but the one in front of me is obviously not. The flavor alone is exceptionally rich.

"Classmate, can I cut some whiskers to taste?" Hu Wenjia is not a salesperson, but a student at the University of Traditional Chinese Medicine and the ninth-generation direct descendant of Hu Qingyu Tang.

It's a coincidence that I came to the store for an internship during the winter vacation.

"Sure." Zhou Ran nodded casually. She didn't know how to identify it.

"Hmm..." Hu Wenjia tasted it again and again. This little bit of whiskers was even more mellow than her old lady's ginseng soup. A century-old ginseng?

This……

"I'm sorry, my ability is limited and I can't identify it. Let's ask the master craftsman in our store to come and take a look." With that, Hu Wenjia turned and left.

She had to leave. She was about to bleed from her nose because she was so greedy. The medicinal power of this ginseng was too strong and she couldn't handle it.

"Master Ding, please go to the front and take a look. A customer brought a wild ginseng for identification. It looks like a century-old wild ginseng." Hu Wenjia plugged his nose with a tissue and hurried to call for help.

Master Ding is a descendant of intangible cultural heritage, a master of pharmaceutical making, and also considered the "treasure of Hu Qing Yu Tang".

He was about to go out for dinner at this moment, but when Hu Wenjia called him, he followed her to the ginseng and antler area in the front store.

"A hundred-year-old ginseng... its medicinal effect is comparable to that of a two-hundred-year-old one." Master Ding said jokingly, looking at the bright red on Hu Wenjia's nose.

"Oh! Grandpa Ding, please come and identify it!" Hu Wenjia was a little annoyed, but she also knew that Master Ding was warning her not to taste the medicine casually.

She is not Shennong, so why should she try to taste hundreds of herbs like others?

"The five shapes of ginseng include the head, body, skin, whiskers and lines... The stem is long and bowl-shaped with dense stems like a date kernel, and the skin is tight with fine lines and pearl-shaped whiskers..." Master Ding intended to teach Hu Wenjia, so he explained it in detail.

Zhou Ran was confused. What was he saying? What was he talking about?

"I'm sorry, my friend, this wild ginseng of yours is a rare treasure among rare treasures, and it is over 150 years old." Tsk tsk, usually this kind of wild ginseng is sold at auctions, but he didn't expect to come across it when he was only here to inspect the store for one day.

"150-year-old wild ginseng? Oh, I see, thank you... Uh, how much does the appraisal fee cost?" Zhou Ran was planning to pack up and leave, but suddenly remembered that the appraisal was not free.

"Identification doesn't cost money. It's my fate to encounter such a good quality ginseng... I just wonder if you plan to keep this ginseng for yourself? Or sell it?" Master Ding is smarter than Hu Wenjiayao. Which kid would bring wild ginseng from home for identification?

How could she not know the value of such good quality ginseng?

Only people like Hu Wenjia, who haven't even stepped out of the ivory tower, would believe that.

"Well... I do plan to sell it, if the price is right." Zhou Ran added, meaning that she would not sell it if the price was not right.

"This must be appropriate. Jiajia, call your second uncle and ask him to come over immediately." Master Ding instructed, then turned to Zhou Ran and said, "My friend, you haven't eaten yet, right? Come, we'll invite you inside."

Hu Wenjia's second uncle is in charge of purchasing. Although Master Ding can give a quote, it is still Uncle Hu who has to pay in the end.