My best friend is living a famine-stricken life; you're going crazy, I'm farming.

The one in Yang Fenglan's hand was obviously more valuable. She was terrified when she opened it, afraid of damaging the roots.

Fortunately, they were intact—they were afraid of being sold in bulk at a lower price, so they hid the two good ones after entering the city.

The shopkeeper examined it for a long time and confirmed that the ginseng in the back was fifty years old, and he was immediately delighted.

"Stop talking, sell both of them together, I'll give you this price."

He held out a hand.

"Sell!" Yang Fenglan and Xu Yingying said in unison.

Fifty taels of silver was beyond their expectations.

Whether you sell it cheaply or expensively, as long as it meets your expectations, it's a worthwhile deal.

During years of famine, clinics didn't have much business, and since there was no county silver, the manager gave out silver notes.

A fifty-tael silver note, plus two strings of cash.

Yang Fenglan and Xu Yingying took the silver notes to the money exchange and exchanged them for cash, paying some handling fees.

Back home, as usual, she divided the silver into three parts. However, Yang Fenglan didn't want to have too much stock in the shop, so she didn't divide the money equally among the three parts.

The two men each received twenty taels of silver, and the rest was used entirely for the operation of the shop.

Besides stockpiling goods, we also need to buy pens, ink, ledgers, and so on.

Yang Fenglan would take care of these things, but Xu Yingying didn't ask any questions; she trusted her best friend.

"Let's not go tomorrow, shall we?" Xu Yingying said after receiving the money.

With such a large sum of money, if they were careful with their spending, it would be enough to feed their family for two years.

"not going."

"Okay, I'm exhausted these days. It's not easy to make money by collecting mountain produce." Xu Yingying rubbed her sore shoulders.

Upon seeing this, Zhou Jingwei hurriedly came over to massage her shoulders and back, saying, "Hehe, you've earned so much money in just half a month, Sister Yingying, this money is so easy to make."

"I've lost weight from exhaustion."

"You'd look even better if you were thinner," Zhou Jingwei said with a grin. "Sister Yingying, will you take me with you to collect mountain produce sometime?"

These days, her mother brings home money every day, which Zhou Jingwei envies.

My brother asked our mother how she knew those medicinal herbs.

Mother said she didn't recognize them; it was all taught by Sister Yingying.

Zhou Jingwei envied Xu Yingying.

What Xu Yingying told Xu Dazhu and his wife was all learned from books.

No one doubts that she grew up in a wealthy family.

"Haha, we'll talk about it when you're a little older," Xu Yingying replied.

"Great!" Zhou Jingwei beamed with joy, dreaming that when he grew up a little older, he could earn more than fifty taels of silver every half month, just like his mother and Sister Yingying.

"You little rascal, how many times have I told you to call me Auntie?"

"My older brother said you're a crazy girl, so he can't call you 'Auntie'."

Zhou Jingyi was cooking in the kitchen when he heard Zhou Jingwei's words and covered his face in shame and indignation.

This silly girl, why did she just blurt it out?

Sure enough, the crazy girl immediately set her sights on him.

"Zhou Jingyi, how can a grown man like you be talking about a little girl behind her back?" Xu Yingying shouted.

Zhou Jingyi: ...

You're a crazy girl by nature, why are you afraid of what people say?

But she dared not say it aloud, for the crazy girl would beat him.

“Hehe, Jingwei, you’re talking nonsense. You’re so young, and my mother is so old. Wouldn’t it be unfair to put you on equal footing with her?” Zhou Jingyi retorted.

These words sounded very agreeable to Xu Yingying.

To Yang Fenglan, this was utterly rebellious.

She was a beautiful young woman who had just turned thirty. In one fell swoop, she was five years older and had two children. Who could she complain to?

"Am I that old?" Yang Fenglan's sinister voice sent a chill down Zhou Jingyi's spine.

He dashed out of the kitchen and slipped away.

"Mother, I'm going to chop wood. Don't wait for me for dinner."

Xu Yingying looked blankly at him. "It's almost dark before you go to chop firewood?"