Gong Jingzhang looked at the ages of these two herbs seriously. The more he looked at them, the more surprised he became. He looked at Xu Qing in disbelief. Who could casually pick herbs on the mountain that were more than a hundred years old? Her luck was really enviable!
"Are you sure you want to sell this five-hundred-year-old ginseng?" Gong Jingzhang was a little uncertain. Ginseng was a life-saving thing, not to mention that it was five-hundred-year-old ginseng!
"Yes." Xu Qing knew what Gong Jingzhang was thinking, but she needed money. However, there was still more in the mountains, so her heart ached less.
After Gong Jingzhang received confirmation, he didn't refuse. "A five-hundred-year-old ginseng is very rare. Now that one has appeared, it's something that the major families will fight for. I won't lie to you. After deducting your father's medical fees, I'll give you another two hundred thousand."
