Gu Chen took the ginseng to the Spiritual Spring and gave it a simple wash before tucking it into the pocket of his jacket.
Then he turned his attention back to the goji berries on the ground.
As before, he used a shovel to load all the goji berries into nylon bags.
The truck had just returned, so he would load it up shortly and take it straight to Old Zhao.
With this in mind, he felt some hesitation.
After all, delivering them would involve weighing and inspecting the goods, indeed a time-consuming task.
Right now, the child was at Aunt Zhang's house next door, his wife was still in the hospital, he had to cook for his wife and also had to drive back and forth.
He really didn't have the leisure to watch them weigh the berries bag by bag.
Thinking this, his gaze fell on the hoe that had been bought specifically for the Spirit Field last time.
His eyebrows twitched as if he had an idea.
