Armed with a machete and a gun, armed with a system, they fled the famine.

I spent 500 yuan on tools and another 500 yuan on a storage cabinet.

The screen currently shows a balance of four thousand yuan.

Zhao Yan stroked her chin, her eyes lowered as she pondered something.

You can eat whatever you want from the shelves, but you have to pay for everything else.

This shows that her system is not a free-for-all; if she wants other things, she has to pay the corresponding price.

Moreover, the system is the system, and reality is reality; their currencies are completely different.

In real life, she needs to find ways to earn money to buy things.

That damn cheat code.

Fortunately, she already had a century-old wild ginseng.

Now, she desperately wants to sell it to get money.

The thought crossed her mind, and she picked up the machete, turned around, and walked back.

Finding the machete cumbersome, Zhao Yan had a sudden thought, and the machete vanished from her hand in an instant.

Eh?

Not bad.

Having a portable space is so great!

She just puts things anywhere in the space, which saves her a lot of trouble.

After descending the mountain, Zhao Yan didn't look back. She strode forward with her two straight and slender legs, heading straight for Baima Town based on her memory.

Chenjiagou is located at the foot of Yulin Mountain. It takes half an hour to walk from Baima Town and about an hour to reach the county seat.

Although the pharmacies in the county town might offer a higher price, Zhao Yan was eager to sell the wild ginseng and chose Baima Town, which was closer, without hesitation.

Baima Town is not a large place, but it is still surrounded by a city wall more than three meters high on all four sides.

However, the city wall was built a long time ago, and some parts are mottled and pitted, so it doesn't look as grand.

Zhao Yan entered through the east gate, her bright, sparkling eyes gleaming with iridescent light as she looked around the street with great interest.

If I remember correctly, the original owner rarely traveled far from home because of his mental disability.

This is her second time visiting White Horse Town on behalf of the original owner.

Before me was a main street running east to west, about ten meters wide. On both sides of the road were various foot shops, restaurants, eateries, teahouses, and even food stalls.

Lamb stew with bread, lamb offal soup, wonton noodles with thin wrappers and generous fillings...

Zhao Yan slowly walked past the stall, the aroma making her mouth water.

You wouldn't guess that Baima Town, despite its small size, has a full range of service industries.

This lively scene is just as vibrant as anything seen in modern times.

However, perhaps due to the severe drought, there were not many customers at the stalls.

Every time a pedestrian passed by a stall, the neighboring stall owners would shout loudly to attract customers, and some would even try to reach out to solicit business.

Zhao Yan stopped a passing porter, asked for directions to the town's only pharmacy, thanked him, and then headed towards the town's only pharmacy.

"Miao'an Hall?"

Zhao Yan looked up at the plaque above her head, a hint of puzzlement flashing in her eyes.

This name... sounds more like a nunnery.

As soon as she entered the shop, a middle-aged man with a square face walked towards her.

"Sir, are you here for a doctor's visit or to pick up medicine? If you're only picking up medicine, please line up on the right. If you're here for a doctor's visit, please line up on the left."

No wonder he addressed Zhao Yan as "Mr."

Before leaving home in the morning, Zhao Yan made a point of tying her hair up and then rummaged through her worn-out bundle to find the old clothes her cheap husband used to wear.

Although the clothes were men's style, Zhao Yan, who is 1.7 meters tall, managed to fill them out.

However, she was slender, and at first glance, she had the appearance of a gentle and refined young master.

Zhao Yan coughed lightly and lowered her voice, saying, "I have something good in my possession. I wonder if your shop would buy it?"

After saying that, she gave the man a meaningful look.

The man looked her up and down, then gestured for her to walk into the back of the pharmacy.

"This way, sir."

"Please wait a moment, sir, I will go and invite the elder."

The man led Zhao Yan to the tea room inside, gave her some instructions, bowed, and left.

After Zhao Yan and the others left, she slowly exhaled a breath of stale air.

call--

She was genuinely afraid of being rejected.

It should be noted that Baima Town is located east of Chenjiagou, while Yong'an County is located west of Chenjiagou.

The geographical locations of the two places and Chenjiagou form a triangle.

If Miao'an Hall doesn't accept medicinal herbs, she'll have to take them to Yong'an County to sell them.

This back and forth will take her a lot of effort.

Just as she was feeling relieved, the man returned.

An elderly man with gray hair followed behind.

"Elder, this is the gentleman."

"Well, you go down."

The old man, referred to as the elder, nodded slightly to the man and stepped into the tea room.

"Yes, Elder."

The man bowed slightly to the old man, stepped aside and left, considerately closing the door to the tea room.

Yuan Yutang stroked his white beard and sat down opposite Zhao Yan.

His bright eyes swept over her briefly, and he asked with a smile, "Little girl, you said you have something good in your hands? What is it? Let me see?"

Hearing him call her "girl," Zhao Yan's heart skipped a beat.

He recognized her as a woman at first glance; this old man is no ordinary person.

She smiled and turned to rummage through the basket on her back.

It looked like she was rummaging through a basket, but in reality, she was taking out a century-old wild ginseng from her spatial storage with both hands.

"Please look, sir, this is the good stuff I was talking about."

On the square table was a wild ginseng that Zhao Yan had carefully wrapped in turf.

She raised her hand and gently parted the turf on top.

Yuan Yutang's eyes flashed with a sharp light as he looked at the wild ginseng that was exposed inside.

"Ginseng? You picked it?"

Zhao Yan nodded demurely.

"Yes, sir, what price do you think it's worth?"

The saying goes, "A year's ginseng is worth one tael of silver," so her century-old wild ginseng must be worth at least one hundred taels.

Yuan Yutang composed himself, moved closer, and looked at it carefully with his eyes lowered.

A moment later, he straightened up and his right hand unconsciously stroked his gray beard again.

"Excellent, excellent. This ginseng is of superior quality, and I estimate it to be around a hundred years old."

As he spoke, his shrewd yet kind eyes looked at Zhao Yan.

"Little girl, you are really lucky. I was just worried about where to find this century-old ginseng, and you delivered it just in time."

"Alright, I won't haggle with you. I'll give you one hundred and fifty taels for this century-old ginseng. Little girl, what do you think?"

One hundred and fifty taels?

It was worth far more than she had estimated.

Zhao Yan nodded without hesitation.

"Alright, let's do as the old man says."

Yuan Yutang called over the man guarding the door and told him to carefully put away the ginseng. He also ordered the man to give Zhao Yan some silver.

Zhao Yan asked him to exchange the ten taels of silver for some loose silver and copper coins, and then put the remaining one hundred and forty taels of silver into his pocket, which was actually stored directly in his spatial storage.

"Sir, you are busy, I will take my leave."

Yuan Yutang hurriedly called out to stop the woman who was about to turn and leave.

"Little girl, wait a moment."

Zhao Yan suddenly stopped and turned to look at her.

"Sir, you..."

No way, no way.

Will this old man regret spending the money and want to back out?

Yuan Yutang looked at her with kind eyes and whispered, "Little girl, you must hide that money well."