Manbao could only sympathetically look at Fifth Brother and then pat her bottom as she stood up and said, "Fifth Brother, you should get ready to go out and sell ginger."
Zhou Wulang stood up, "Manbao, Dad and Mom both said they're going to plant less ginger next year. Because of the ginger grown at your small farm, our family's ginger didn't all sell last year. As a result, this year the people in the village have also started selling ginger outside. If we hadn't found a merchant in Lin County to take our stock, our ginger would be even harder to sell."
Manbao, unconcerned, said, "Isn't there old ginger? Dig it up, let it dry in the shade, turn it into dried ginger, and sell it to the pharmacy. It's also very valuable. If fresh ginger doesn't sell, just keep it for another year."
Now that she was learning medical techniques, she knew that dried ginger had many uses and was very valuable. She confidently reassured Zhou Wulang, "Just keep planting, it will definitely sell."
