A lucky cat fell from the sky.

Chapter 76 Thousand-Year-Old Ginseng

When Guo Sidi said this, everyone else chose to shut up, except for Lu Shao and Hao Shao, who had a deep grudge against Wu Cheng and therefore did not want to let Wu Cheng go.

"No, I won't let him get away like this," said Young Master Lu.

"That's right, he should be severely punished," Hao Shao said.

While the two of them were still arguing, Guo Sidi glanced at them and said coldly, "Since that's the case, you two can stay here. The rest of you come with me into the medicine market."

"Why?" Young Master Lu shouted, "It was Wu Cheng who made the mistake; he collapsed the bridge..."

Guo Si looked at him like he was an idiot: "Because he is my disciple, and I am the one in charge here. If you keep nagging, not only will you not be allowed in, but your entire Lu family will not be allowed in either."

He then looked at Hao Xiajian: "Your Hao family is the same."

Neither Hao nor Lu dared to speak; they had no right to speak here.

Everyone followed Guo Sidi forward, passing through a vast expanse of white fog, and finally arrived at the medicine market.

This medicine market is a flat area in the mountains, and the flat area is quite wide, with all kinds of stalls set up on it.

These people setting up stalls, I don't know where they came from. In addition, there are some people who have already started browsing the medicine market, and I don't know where these people came from either.

Wu Cheng asked Guo Sidi, "Master, does this mean that there's more than one entrance to this medicine market in our Sixia Village?"

"Of course, there are eight entrances to the medicine market, and our Sixia Village is just one of them."

"There are eight entrances around this mountain, so wouldn't each entrance be very close to the other?"

“You’re wrong about that. I only know that the entrance to our Sixia Village is in the mountains. Nobody knows whether the other seven entrances are in the mountains or in Longqiu.”

"Why don't you ask someone?" the second brother said from the side.

"You can't ask about other people's backgrounds here, otherwise you'll be considered as inquiring about the secrets of the medicine collection and will be teleported out directly."

There are such amazing places?

It seems this medicine collection was not set up by an ordinary person.

After the villagers from Sixia Village came in, they also found a place to set up stalls. They brought some medicine with them, and by setting up stalls here, they could earn some money to make a living. Of course, more importantly, they could exchange it for some medicinal herbs that they needed.

Guo Sidi saw that they had all set up stalls, and inspected each stall one by one. After finding no problems, he led Wu Cheng and Lao Er to tour the medicine market.

As they strolled through the stalls, Wu Cheng noticed that the number of people entering through the eight entrances varied, with some having more and others fewer. The entrance to Sixia Village had relatively few people, while the other entrances likely had several times or even dozens of times more people.

In this flat area between the mountains, there were probably tens of thousands of people gathered at this time. A small portion of them were setting up stalls, while there were six or seven thousand people browsing the stalls. Everyone was walking past the stalls one by one in their own predetermined order, not wanting to miss any of them.

Jerry, the medicine-hunting rat perched on Guo Sidi's shoulder, kept sniffing, trying to catch the aroma of medicine coming from various stalls.

Its mission is heavy, and it is being given high hopes this time. If it comes here and doesn't find many precious medicines, Guo Si's face will probably not look good.

However, this place is different from the natural environment; the human scent is too strong, and its sense of smell is constantly being disturbed by the human scent, so it is getting a little anxious.

Just then, the sound of someone haggling with a stall owner caught the attention of the medicine-hunting rat. It sniffed the air and squeaked twice in the direction of the loud bargaining.

Guo Sidi was also delighted and hurriedly led Wu Cheng and Lao Er toward the stall.

Upon arriving at the stall, they saw Lu Dongyang and Lu Dongxuan haggling with the stall owner.

Lu Dongyang's voice was a bit loud. He had been holding back his anger all the way, and this bargaining was a way for him to vent it.

They wanted to buy a ginseng root that was estimated to be as thick as a baby's arm.

If such a thick ginseng is real, it would be priceless.

But this is a medicine market, and the medicines sold here are just like those on an antique street—some are genuine, some are fake. Many people can use ordinary ginseng and, through special processes, piece it together to create something that looks no different from a thousand-year-old wild ginseng.

Most people can't tell the difference.

Lu Dongyang, being an ignorant and incompetent person, naturally judged things by their appearance. Therefore, he immediately set his sights on this ginseng that was estimated to be a thousand years old and started bargaining with the stall owner.

The stall owner was an old woman whose exact age was hard to discern. She wore a headscarf and her clothes were completely different from those of the people of Linzhou, suggesting she might be from another ethnic group in Jiuyuan Kingdom.

There's always been a rule in street vending: only those who complain about the goods are the buyers.

In other words, if you really want to buy something, you'll keep finding fault with it and keep trying to lower the price.

And that's exactly what Lu Dongyang is doing now; he plans to drive the price of this ginseng down to the lowest possible level.

The old lady was very patient; although she would occasionally lower the price a little, she always kept it at a certain level.

The two sides were deadlocked. Lu Dongyang felt that the price was about right and was about to make a deal when Wu Cheng and his group arrived.

Worried that Wu Cheng would try to take the ginseng from him, he hurriedly paid twenty small yellow croakers to snatch it.

As soon as Wu Cheng and the others arrived, they immediately noticed the thick ginseng in Lu Dongyang's hand.

The second brother, a straightforward mountain dweller, exclaimed in amazement upon seeing the ginseng: "This ginseng is so thick, it's almost as big as a carrot! Is this for real?"

Guo Sidi smiled faintly: "The ginseng is real, but it's not a whole plant. The craftsmanship of splicing ginseng should be the best in the Rong family of Youzhou. Such skills can only fool laymen who don't know what they're talking about."

Upon hearing Guo Sidi's words, Lu Dongyang's face immediately fell: "What did you say? This is fake?"

"You can take it seriously. Anyway, rhubarb is useless for saving lives, and ginseng is harmless for killing people. Believe that it is a thousand-year-old wild ginseng, and it may really have the effect of a thousand-year-old wild ginseng."

Lu Dongyang was furious. He turned to the old woman and demanded, "You actually sold me fake ginseng?"

The old woman also sneered: "Fake? Who said this is fake?"

"Then dare you say this is a real thousand-year-old ginseng?" Lu Dongyang was furious after being deceived.

“I didn’t say it was a real thousand-year-old ginseng. Did I say that? I didn’t. You picked this ginseng as soon as you came in and started haggling with me. I never said it was a thousand-year-old ginseng from beginning to end.”

Lu Dongyang thought back and realized it was true. He had been naively thinking it was a thousand-year-old ginseng, and he had been mistaken. It was no wonder he had been wrong.