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

"I heard that thing came from Hanshan Temple in Lingchuan City. Hanshan Temple is very efficacious!"

"I wonder what the Peng family's background is? They're so rich. The things obtained from Hanshan Temple aren't cheap!"

As the traffickers talked, they set their sights on Zhang Yang.

"You didn't actually find that thing, did you? Hearing what we're saying, are you not planning to return it?"

"However, amulets are bound to their owners! They only work when the owner has them; they're useless to others! They might even have harmful effects. If you keep them, they might be detrimental to you. You'd better give them to the Peng family as soon as possible."

Zhang Yang continued to feign ignorance, "I came here today specifically to sell local produce. I don't know where I put that thing. I'll look for it in my pocket again after I sell everything."

He looked around but didn't see anyone dressed similarly to Peng Laosi, so he said, "I haven't seen any of my family members looking for it either. I'll compare it with theirs when they come to see if it's what they're looking for."

Upon hearing this, the vendors nearby split into two groups.

A group of people were curious about what kind of mountain products he had brought.

Another group of people, bored out of their minds, wandered around with their sleeves up, hoping to bump into the Peng family.

It wasn't because they meant well.

It's just too cold outside, so there's no point in just squatting and lounging in one place!

Let's see if there's any follow-up to this.

If I could help them by acting as a go-between, I might even get a reward from the Peng family. That would be better than going out for nothing and getting nothing in return!

The once quiet black market became slightly more lively because of the movement of these few people.

One of the vendors seemed to notice that Zhang Yang was pushing a bicycle and teased, "Last time I saw you go into the cellar, I thought you'd been squeezed dry by those guys. I didn't expect you'd still have money left to buy a bicycle."

The people around them held a different opinion.

"This bicycle is obviously not his; it's the kind of bike girls like! Tell me, you've only been to town twice, and you've already won over some girl?"

"This young man has a bright future."

The way everyone looked at Zhang Yang was as if he were a complete gigolo.

Zhang Yang didn't mind. "Everyone has different luck. Some people have good fortune in wealth and windfall gains, while I might have better luck in love."

"Hahaha!"

The group of people who were joking around laughed heartily, and their impression of Zhang Yang improved even more as they talked.

They led Zhang Yang to a vendor.

"This is Brother Huai. He's been buying medicinal herbs on the black market for years. Take out your stuff and let Brother Huai take a look."

"Alright." Zhang Yang quickly unloaded the bamboo basket from his back.

Before leaving the hospital, he had divided the medicinal herbs into layers, with the old ginseng at the bottom and his woolen scarf on top.

The other medicinal herbs were all neatly stacked, and even though they had been bumped along the way and mixed up a little, they didn't need to be redistributed.

In no time, he emptied the contents of the basket and laid them out on the ground.

The vendor, known as Brother Huai, immediately squatted down to inspect the goods.

He picked out two or three clods of dirt, held them in his hand, weighed them, rubbed them, smelled them, and even put a few in his mouth and bit them.

The inspection process was completed quickly.

"Your medicinal herbs are all in good condition, give them to me together. I already said I'd give you thirty yuan in total."

Zhang Yang genuinely didn't know the market price of these medicinal herbs, but this time he wasn't so quick to agree.

After hearing Brother Huai quote the price, he quietly asked the kind person who had brought him there.

Are there any other herbal medicine dealers on this black market? I'd like to ask about their prices.

"Because I didn't come alone this time. I ran into... my brother, whom you met last time. He got into a fight and injured his head. He's lying in the county hospital right now."

"The medical and hospital fees haven't been settled yet, and I only have this little bit of mountain produce on hand, so of course I want to sell it for a good price."

We're all in business, so we know the importance of comparing prices from different vendors.

Someone whispered to him from behind, "Brother Huai's prices are fair. You can ask around at a few other places and the prices will be about the same. He'll buy them all for you, which will save you trouble and you won't have to sell them individually."

Zhang Yang looked worried and seemed to be hesitant to make up his mind.

Just then, a loud bark came from not far away.

Zhang Yang felt a surge of excitement instantly!

Is that scarred guy from last time here too?!

He looked around, trying to find a familiar figure, but just then, Brother Huai spoke up.

"You know, you didn't just dig up these few clods of dirt, there are other treasures in your basket, right?"

The question caught him off guard, and Zhang Yang's eyes instantly betrayed him.

"You, how did you know?"

He hugged his bamboo basket tightly, feeling a chill down his back.

Brother Huai grinned, "Take out the treasure at the very bottom of your head. I'll see if that thing is valuable. Your brother's medical expenses should be covered here."

Zhang Yang refused, stubbornly insisting on comparing prices from different vendors.

Brother Huai just said it straight:

"How about this? If you don't trust me, I'll go and call over a few of my brothers who buy medicine. You can have them give you a price quote one by one, and then you can decide which one to sell to. Is that okay?"

"The medicinal herbs you've brought out aren't anything rare to me. They're good quality, but if you're not willing to sell them to me, there's nothing I can do."

"What I'm more curious about is what's at the very bottom of your basket."

From these words, you can tell that Brother Huai is a straightforward person.

After he finished speaking, he went to call people over.

Seeing this, Zhang Yang's mind softened, and he called out to Brother Huai.

“You’re the expert, I’m a novice. I just got lucky this time and managed to collect these clods of earth, which is why I wanted to ask more questions and hear about the price. I’m just afraid of being ripped off…”

The older vendors around him laughed.

"This kid has a knack for business."

"We are fortunate to have such a big son. He can hunt and dig for medicinal herbs. In those years when others couldn't even afford to eat, he was still thinking about how to earn more money."

Amidst everyone's joking praise, Brother Huai couldn't help but think highly of Zhang Yang.

"With so many people here witnessing this, no one will steal your treasure. Take that thing out and let me appraise it for you. If you think it's worth it, sell it to me. If not, you can go ask around again."

Zhang Yang was now completely at ease, nodded happily, and agreed, "Alright! Then I'll ask you to appraise the treasure!"

Under the expectant gaze of everyone, Zhang Yang took out an old ginseng root from the bottom of his basket. The root was not intact, but it was very old.

As soon as the item was pulled out, everyone stared at it and immediately gasped in surprise.

"It really is a treasure; no wonder it's been hidden away like this."

"There's only one of these in the entire Maoli Town! Even in the entire Zhenhai City, it would be an extremely rare find!"