I was a little confused by them. Even if Brother Zhengchuan pressed me, I wanted to say something.

However, the old man seemed not to give me a chance. At this moment, he asked Xiao Wang and Xiao Li to go to the tea for the master as if nothing had happened.

As for the master, he seemed to have not noticed anything, and he was still chatting and laughing with the little old man, and the topic was the incense, saying it was the best ambergris.

This makes me feel uncomfortable.

But to be honest, this incense smells so good, but at this time the little old man never looked at me again.

While talking, Xiao Li and Xiao Wang had already brought two cups of tea, so naturally they were not as good as me and my senior brother.

But I don’t care about drinking any tea. But the guy from the master sipped it again, and then began to exclaim without any trace: “Yes, the best Ming Dynasty tea, the fragrance brings a sense of distant mountains and fog and rain.”

I couldn't help but tilt my head and thought for a moment. Can I drink tea and drink it to create an artistic conception? What is the artistic conception of such a delicious Coke? It was too luxurious after going up the mountain, so I have drank it a few times.

As a result, Brother Zhengchuan made his head straight without any trace.

After these two people pretended to be polite, they finally got to the point. It was the little old man who spoke. He held the teacup and pretended to be casually said: "I have said before that in three years, Master Yun must have accumulated a lot of things in his hands, which is really worth looking forward to. Every month after entering the market, the shop will come to participate in a group, which is also a very strong business relationship with Master Yun. So the little old man dared to ask, is there some unusual things in the medicinal materials that Master Yun brought this time?"

After hearing this, I finally understood why there is no item sold in the shops here? It turned out to be a place to collect things.

It’s the same as the scrap purchase station that left the factory and mine when I was a child? My mother always sells scrap.

Of course, I can't say that what we get on the mountain is waste, but I have limited knowledge and can only think of this.

It turns out that the master is here to sell things, but I just don’t understand why he and Brother Zhengchuan are both acting like accustomed?

Of course, the master would not know what I was thinking. Faced with the problem of the little old man, the master calmly put down the teacup in his hand and said calmly: "I have been responsible for coming to this market for the past few years. I believe that Mr. Yang also knows my personality and will not say that there is anything unusual, but the growth year of medicinal materials can still be guaranteed. Just this sentence, as for ordinary or unusual, Mr. Yang was assigned to do business here, who doesn't know about his pair of sharp eyes? It's better to inspect the goods and give the price by yourself according to the rules. Haha."

"Hahaha, Master Yun is really joking. As long as it grows naturally, there is nothing that is not precious! Besides, there are still things of vintage? Artificial arts naturally also cultivate some things, but compared to herbs that grow naturally, it lacks the spiritual energy and is useless! It is not that I can really make any medicine if I imitate any environment. Since Master Yun said this, the old man is not polite. Which pack of this?" Mr. Yang could see joy from the corners of his eyebrows and eyes. After getting my master's approval, he said a few words of humility and began to look at the herbs.

I was just very surprised. There were only three people in our master. The master seemed to say that our master was very big. He was still here to run the market or something? As for? If he didn't run, was it because he was running with me and Brother Zhengchuan?

In addition, I never think that the herbs I pick in my spare time are valuable things? Is this Mr. Yang so excited?

He wanted to give me a bottle of Coke, so I went to get a big handful of them. The place where my master and senior brother took me to, aren’t these herbs?

But I am not stupid enough to say these words. Doesn’t this affect my master’s business? Just like my mother takes me to sell a scrap, she will also remind me not to talk too much, and buy this and that after selling the scrap.

At this time, Old Yang had already opened the big bag containing herbs.

These herbs have long been dried by the master and senior brother on weekdays and have been prepared in different categories with the mushrooms on the mountain.

Old Yang opened the small bags in the big luggage bag one by one with surprise and expectation. Every time he opened it, he would look carefully, smell it, and even taste it, and then he praised it endlessly.

He even wanted those mountain mushrooms. He said: "This kind of wild mushroom is not easy to deal with now. It is something that rich people pay attention to, just for a wild one. The price is not bad."

The master did not comment, but just savored the tea and let him check it one by one.

In the end, Old Yang was already smiling. I was tired of standing and wanted to roll my eyes at this happy little old man.

As for it? Come on and finish it quickly.

It took about an hour to do this before Old Yang almost finished checking the things in his pocket. During this period, he changed his cup of tea.

He sat and savored the tea and smelled the fragrance, without any impatience. He just made me suffer and was exhausted a long time ago. It was not physically tired, but mentally tired! I am a person who can't stay idle.

But Old Yang had no intention of ending at all. Instead, he took out the last two wooden boxes from the big bag and his expression became solemn.

The wooden box is very beautiful, but I know that it was made by Brother Zhengchuan himself when he was free. He had a pair of skilled hands. The wooden box was carved and carved by him, which made it very interesting. It was many times better than Master's learning of Lei Feng, which was crookedly embroidered on his schoolbag.

I suspect that Brother Masahiro has used the skills he learned to draw the formation.

But after all, isn’t it just a wooden box? Is this old man so excited?

But Old Yang did not open the wooden box. Instead, he held one of the wooden boxes with his hands tremblingly, and looked up and said to his master: "Master Yun, our business has been around for so many years. Now, I have seen the wooden box again! This means that there are really something unusual."

"Hehe, it's easy to say, it's easy to say." The master put down the teacup, his tone and eyes were normal.

But Old Yang opened the box excitedly. During this process, he couldn't control his hands because of excitement and almost couldn't open the box. Xiao Wang and Xiao Li wanted to help, but he refused.

I let out a long sigh of secretly, and I was so impatient. Fortunately, although the process was a little "funny", the box was finally opened by him.

The box was covered with yellow silk cloth, which was just like the truth, but there was an ugly piece of things inside that occupied the entire space.

It was twisted like some dried taro! It was covered with scars, like small discs, and dense circles. It was very large and the boxes were filled with small boxes.

Master just put this in the box?

I was helpless. Can this business still be worth a good price? What is this? Anyway, I am very familiar with it, it is just Polygonatum!

There is no fruit to eat in the mountains. Master often cooks a piece of Polygonatum for me to eat. It tastes delicious, but I will get tired of it if I eat too much! I don’t care about anything, but Master actually sells it for money.

Of course, the Polygonatum in the box is cooked Polygonatum. I usually eat it as a fruit and it is fresh.

Master is very particular about how to make Polygonatum. The so-called cooked Polygonatum is only done by steaming and drying it. None of the processes are meticulous!

As a result, the Polygonatum has shrunk a lot, otherwise the fresh ones cannot be contained in this box.

"However, such a big person is rare! Even if it's worth a lot of money, fortunately, the master didn't say he would cook it for me." I secretly commented in my heart.

But Old Yang seemed to be crazy, his eyes were red, and he carefully held the pungent spirit in his arms, touched and touched it repeatedly, smelled it again and again, and I felt like I could lick it for a few more times.

Then, he was muttering a word and watching Polygonatum, as if counting something, I was so impatient.

However, the master slowly sucked the tea in the cup, and his eyes didn't even look over there. He thought he had gone to experience the artistic conception of the distant mountains, rain and fog.

After a while, the whole cabin echoed the excitement of Old Man Yang's crazy. He looked at his master in disbelief and received: "I haven't calculated this Polygonatum, but I can't escape in three hundred years. Master Yunyun, is this really a betrayal?"

"Why do you have to work hard to get down the mountain if you don't sell it?" the master asked him back.

"Polygonatum is the most important thing to replenish the essence. The wild years are all very good things. It's over three hundred years old." Old man Yang was excited, as if he was calculating wildly, and he was also muttering: "Our herbal family has always tried every means to preserve the inheritance for many years, and never stopped it! But the Polygonatum in the treasure of the Zhen clan is less than 500 years old. Today, it's hahaha, this is really, really!"

I was very surprised. It turns out that this Polygonatum is really valuable?
Chapter completed!