Zhulan gazed eagerly at her mother's movements, it was clearly something precious stored away. When the red cloth was taken out, Zhulan could not discern what it was, "Mother, what are you holding?"
Madame Sun carefully unfolded the red cloth, "This is a wild ginseng your father found while trapping pheasants in the mountains, one large and one small. The larger one was sold to benefit your elder brothers, while the smaller one, your father and I agreed, should be for you. It may not look thick or big, but it's twenty years old. In our area, which is not deep in the primeval forest, it's very rare to find such old wild ginseng. Take it back with you and nourish yourself well."
Zhulan's eyes teared up. The tonics she prepared contained ginseng roots, very small ones whose age was indeterminable, making a single dose quite expensive. This single root was at least worth twenty taels.
