The young couple from the farm fights back

After the uncle finished offering sacrifices to his ancestors in Shilitun, his son rushed back to the village to pick him up. Before leaving, he came to see Zhou Chunfeng and his wife. As an elder, he naturally urged the young couple to take good care of their family and look after their children so that they could live a peaceful life.

Jiang Li handed the Atractylodes lancea and an iron stick of Chinese yam that she had prepared in advance to her uncle. The old man had never seen such original herbs and didn't know how to eat them.

"Don't worry, uncle. Atractylodes lancea is available in pharmacies, but the one I gave you is wild Atractylodes lancea that I picked in the mountains. It has better medicinal properties. If you have trouble sleeping at night, soak a few slices and eat them every three to five days. It will be beneficial to your old body."

When the old man heard this, he became a little interested. As people get older, they always sleep more lightly.

Zhou Chunfeng also said, "Thank you for your help over the past few days. We can't give you a big thank you gift. This lunchbox is our way of showing our filial respect to you."

"Okay, okay, I'll take it, but what about this wooden root?"

"Uncle, have you ever heard of yam?" Jiang Li asked with a smile.

"That's it!" Everyone has heard of yam.

The daughter-in-law at home would occasionally go to the pharmacy to buy a few slices to make a nourishing soup for him. This stuff comes in cheap and expensive varieties, and the cheapest one or two dried slices are worth twenty cents.

Jiang Li nodded and said, "This is the Iron Stick Yam, the best variety of yam, very nutritious. However, I didn't have time to dry it, so it could easily be mistaken for a wooden root."

"Take it home, peel it and stew it in a tonic soup. It will also be good for your health."

The old man looked at the half-length wooden root in his hand in surprise: "Is it really yam? No need to dry it?"

"There's no need to dry the herbs for home consumption. Drying them only makes it easier for the herbal medicine shop to do business."

The old man was very pleased.

This is great. Although it doesn't look like a valuable gift, it is actually more valuable than anything else except for the thoughtfulness. It is exactly what he needs.

After a few more days, the time for laying the foundation was approaching.

That day, Jiang Li and Zhou Chunfeng took their children to the town's tile shop to order tiles for their new house. They also took the dozen or so yams to the town's medicine shop. The land deeds and land deeds needed to be signed by the village chief, and Zhou Chunfeng would go to the county government office later.

Shilitun was the closest village to the town, and it took half an hour to walk there, though the path was smooth and muddy. If you could get there early, there would be oxcarts running from the village behind to the town, and you could get a ride for a penny.

The young couple, each carrying the younger one on their backs, took turns holding the older one, and they hurried all the way until they finally reached the town before noon.

Because he was carrying a dozen or so yams in his hands, he first found the most famous Kanglintang Medical Clinic and Pharmacy in the town.

The shopkeeper's eyes almost popped out when he saw the yam Zhou Chunfeng brought in. In all his years of running the pharmacy, he had never seen such a well-preserved iron stick yam root.

Yams are very common in their area, but only those who know the trade can identify them. The iron stick yam, in particular, is famous for its slenderness. Many people cut off the intact yam while digging.

"This is Iron Stick Yam."

Jiang Li and Zhou Chunfeng smiled at each other and nodded, "Shopkeeper, you have a good eye. It's indeed the wild iron stick yam. My boss accidentally found a few of them while going up the mountain. We country folk can't afford such precious ingredients, so we thought of selling them to the herbal medicine shop for some money to buy some food back home."

Jiang Li naturally couldn't say that she was the one who picked the yams in the mountains. As a woman, she could be low-key in front of outsiders.

The shopkeeper's old eyes looked at the country couple in front of him. They were dressed simply and had patches all over their clothes. The woman was carrying a child who was more than half a year old on her back, and holding another child in each hand.

He could tell at a glance that the family was having a hard time, and couldn't help but smile: "Good, good, good, good, the items are excellent."

Zhou Chunfeng asked calmly, "I wonder if the shopkeeper could offer a price for these yams?"

When the shopkeeper heard the price, he immediately put away the smile on his face. Later he realized that he had not controlled his temper and cleared his throat seriously.

"Well, iron stick yam is indeed a top-notch tonic, but our shop only received a few dozen of the best yams yesterday, so—"

"Okay, since the shopkeeper's medicine is not in short supply here, let's go to another pharmacy." Zhou Chunfeng was very efficient. They were all old foxes in the business world and knew each other well.

The shopkeeper saw that he had not yet finished speaking when the other peasant picked up the good stuff and quickly raised his hand to stop him.

"Hey, hey, hey, don't worry, don't worry. Although our shop has received a lot of good yams, but considering that you sent iron stick yams, we can discuss it again."

Jiang Li watched quietly as Zhou Chunfeng and the old fox, the shopkeeper, fought each other.

"Look, two cents a pound is fine?"

"..."

Zhou Chunfeng mentioned the yam without saying anything, "It seems the shopkeeper is not sincere. Let's change shops for this deal."

"Okay." Jiang Li cooperated.

The shopkeeper was so depressed that his eyes widened. Who does business like this? He doesn't know how to raise the price or something. It's not right to leave when there is a disagreement.

"Oh, let's talk it over. Two cents a pound is a bit too little. How about this, five cents a pound?"

Seeing that Zhou Chunfeng still had no intention of giving up the yam, the shopkeeper immediately spread out his two palms and said, "Ten cents?"

Or not?

Why are the peasants so reluctant to lower the price now?

"Fifteen cents, no more."

Jiang Li was almost laughing out of anger, and gestured to Zhou Chunfeng, "Forget it, let's go."

"Oh, oh, oh, oh, no problem, no problem." The shopkeeper's face turned red with anxiety. "Thirty cents, that's it."

Jiang Li looked at the shopkeeper with amusement: "Shopkeeper, to be honest, my boss and I went straight to your Kanglin Hall when we arrived in town. We know that your shop is an honest business and would never cheat people like us who need medical treatment and life-saving treatment."

"Yes, yes, yes. Our Kanglintang has been passed down for five generations. It is a time-honored brand and we value medical ethics." The shopkeeper was a little flattered by the praise.

Zhou Chunfeng curled his lips and said, "One price, five hundred coins per catty. If you can accept it, boss, we'll stay."

The shopkeeper's neck stiffened and he choked.

What the hell is five hundred coins? Why don’t you just go and rob them?

Seeing his expression, Zhou Chunfeng continued, "Iron Stick Yams are not ordinary yams, so the price is naturally incomparable. If you don't want them, we'll sell them to someone else. It wouldn't be a big deal to embarrass you, shopkeeper."

"..."

My god, you, a peasant, have said all the good and bad things, what can I say!

"Well, four hundred wen, no matter how much more, our shop can't do business at a loss."

The shopkeeper wanted to struggle a little longer.

Zhou Chunfeng received Jiang Li's gaze and nodded: "Okay!"

Finally hearing the word "Success", the shopkeeper breathed a sigh of relief.

Iron stick yams are hard to find, and they're excellent for both tonic and medicinal purposes. Sliced and dried, they can fetch around a hundred coins per ounce. After all, those who can afford these fine yams are mostly the wealthy in the city.

Even though he didn't make much money on this deal, with this merchandise in his shop, he had no worries about finding connections. Just by spreading the word, he could outsell several other shops, so even if he made less, it didn't matter.

More than ten yams weighed exactly twenty pounds. Zhou Chunfeng was very generous and asked the shopkeeper to calculate the price based on the weight of twenty pounds, which was exactly eight taels of silver.

In fact, being able to sell it at this price was completely beyond Jiang Li's expectations.

It seems that the heroines in farming novels can really make a fortune by going up the mountain every day.