Actually, Chief Zhou understood that the Xu family couldn't go ginseng harvesting anymore; he was just airing his grievances. "Ahem, let's talk about these matters when spring comes. Anyway, with this heavy snow, there's not much else to do. Come on, let's drink, no more talking about these things today."
Everyone drank the wine in their cups and then switched to other topics.
At the table on the ground, last year several households sold their ginseng to Zhiming, and they got a much better price than from others. Afterward, the whole village found out and this year they all wanted to sell to Zhiming as well. "Brother Zhiming, are you still buying ginseng this autumn? Don't forget about my family when the time comes; I'll save it all for you."
Zhiming laughed, "Of course I'll buy, but we'll talk about it later. We don't have much capital and the market isn't stable yet, so we can't buy too much. Brothers, don't worry—if we do buy, we'll surely let everyone know."
