Reborn at 60: I Helped My Sister Get Rich Starting from Hunting

They were quite lucky on their journey, encountering only overcast skies, without any wind, rain, or heavy snow blocking the roads.

It was really tiring to walk like this. Even a strong young man like Gao Wu was exhausted.

Before they set off, they obtained a very simple hand-drawn map from Zhao Minde, which allowed them to roughly follow the directions to find the road to the county town.

I asked several people along the way.

Trekking through mountains and rivers, the rugged and bumpy terrain is a great test of physical strength and willpower.

But no matter when, whether he was pulling a cart or not, Zhang Yang was always the one walking at the front.

It seemed that as long as the Gao brothers saw his back, they found the motivation to move forward, gritted their teeth, and persevered through one stage after another.

At the foot of a mountain, they asked an old man carrying a load on a shoulder pole for directions.

"Judging from your accents, you're not from Zhenhai City. Are you heading into the city?"

Zhang Yang briefly recounted their experience.

The old man clicked his tongue repeatedly and gave them general directions.

"After crossing this mountain, and walking a few kilometers further, you will see the road leading to Zhenhai City."

"You're doing this to save people, do you have enough money on you? Why don't you sell the medicinal herbs I dug up, or talk to the doctors at the city hospital and see if you can exchange them?"

Zhang Yang, of course, refused to accept it.

"Old man! We've only just met, and it's already kind of you to give us directions. How could we possibly accept your things?"

The old man smiled and said, "I won't give it away for nothing! You'll be coming back anyway, won't you?"

"This old man of mine, with nothing better to do than live alone in these mountains, passing the time by digging for things! It's rare to even see a passerby, so I exchange these local products for some food or something..."

"I see you have some alcohol on you... If you have any left, could you give it to me?"

"Take these clods of dirt and sell them! If you actually make some money, bring me some food later! I'd be incredibly grateful! Otherwise, these things will just rot in my hands anyway."

The old man was very generous; as he spoke, he stuffed his entire basket of things into Zhang Yang's hands.

Gao Wu was worried that Zhang Yang wouldn't have the strength to carry it, so he offered to help carry it.

Zhang Yang did not refuse. After handing the rice wine to the old man and thanking him repeatedly, he pulled the cart and continued on his way.

Finally, around 8 p.m., we arrived at the county hospital.

The Gao brothers, Wen and Wu, were exhausted and fell asleep on a hospital bench, snoring loudly.

Zhang Yang followed the doctor around busily.

The test results came back quickly.

"There is a blood clot in his brain, and he also has a mild concussion."

"Let's have her hospitalized for observation tonight."

"Go pay the fee first."

Zhang Yang, holding the doctor's prescription, ran up and down the hospital.

After finally getting everything sorted out, he took the pile of loose change Zhang Haiquan had given him, went to the hospital cafeteria to say some nice things, bought steamed buns and pickled vegetables, and then woke up the Gao Wen and Gao Wu brothers to eat something hot together.

"It's alright as long as it's nothing serious... but staying in the hospital for one night must cost a lot of money, right?"

Gao Wu looked up at the bright and clean corridor and felt that he had never been to such a nice place in his life.

It's so cold outside, but it's clean and warm inside.

It's practically a place where immortals live!

Zhang Yang saw through Gao Wu's thoughts and gave him a light punch.

"Those thoughts in your head, just keep them to yourself, don't say them out loud!"

"This is a hospital, and countless people pass away here every day..."

You think it's good, but others don't!

"Some things you say will get you beaten up!"

Gao Wu, who was munching on a steamed bun, quickly shrank back and became obedient.

After they finished eating, the three of them sat by Zhang Simao's bedside and began to count the things the old man had given them.

As he continued pointing, Gao Wen's eyes widened more and more.

"Yangzi, that old man gave us all really good stuff!"

Gao Wen sorted and categorized the clods of earth of different shapes, dividing them into several piles.

He pointed to a small pile and said, "This is top-quality Panax notoginseng! It disperses blood stasis, stops bleeding, reduces swelling and relieves pain. It's perfect for Zhang Simao this time!"

"These things don't usually grow in our area, I never expected to dig up so many!"

"Look at this! This is aconite! It's poisonous when used directly, but if you take it to a professional doctor to process and refine it, it can become a good medicinal material."

"This is the most valuable one, it's top-grade old ginseng! Although it doesn't have many rootlets, which affects its appearance, its efficacy is undeniable! It calms the nerves, improves intelligence, and greatly replenishes vital energy. It's a treasure that you can't ask for!"

Zhang Yang's heartstrings were also twitched.

He also knew the ingredients that Gao Wen had mentioned earlier.

I just don't know the prices from that year.

He's familiar with this last item, the old wild ginseng!

That's absolutely a treasure among treasures!

In a past life, some people offered seven figures at auctions for a single, pristine, and unpolluted old ginseng root!

These rare and precious items have always been priceless and unavailable for purchase!

Zhang Yang had heard that Jiazigou didn't produce these things, so he hadn't considered it.

But as the old saying goes, one region's water and soil nurture its people. This ginseng is a unique product of their area. If he doesn't dig it up, someone else will.

Here it is, delivered right to my doorstep!

It was truly an unexpected delight.

With this old ginseng root, Zhang Simao's medical expenses will definitely be covered this time.

But this is not the result of their own labor.

According to the agreement with the old man, we still have to return a portion to him.

How can we maximize our profits?

Zhang Yang immediately thought of the black market in Maoli Town on the outskirts of Zhenhai City.

Anyway, he took Peng Laosi's black stone with him when he went out, intending to try his luck in the black market again.

Now that there are old wild ginseng, the reason to go is even stronger.

"I'll set off early tomorrow morning to ask around and see what price this old ginseng can fetch. You two stay at the hospital and keep an eye on Zhang Simao."

The Gao brothers, Gao Wen and Gao Wu, would definitely follow his arrangements. After the three of them finished discussing, they quickly went to sleep.

There weren't enough beds in the ward, so the three of them slept on the floor.

When the nurses who came to make their rounds that evening saw this scene, they couldn't bear it and gave each of them a hot water bottle.

The next morning, before dawn, Zhang Yang woke up.

He was still a little dazed when he touched the hot water bottle in his hand.

"Who told you to sleep on the floor?"

A young nurse who looked to be in her mid-twenties said angrily.

Zhang Yang quickly apologized, "We can't afford to stay in the guesthouses outside, so we'll have to squeeze into this ward for the night. We're sorry to trouble you!"

He spoke slowly and in a gentle, refined tone, not at all like a typical countryman.

The young nurse stared at him, her eyes full of confusion.

Zhang Yang thought the young nurse was still concerned about hospital discipline and hygiene, and that he should say something to her, so he quickly prepared to say something nice.

He looked down at the nurse's collar and saw three words embroidered on it: Huang Wan'er.