"Dad, I told you this stuff wasn't wild ginseng, but you insisted on digging it up and bringing it to the market to sell... Look, no one wants it, right? All that time and effort for nothing!"
As the morning market was coming to an almost end and people began to disperse, the son in the father-son duo picked up the few remaining plant-like-but-not-ginseng specimens from their stall and murmured his complaint to his father beside him.
His father chuckled naively, scratched his head, and said, "I've been digging up wild ginseng in the mountains for decades. This is the first time I've come across something like this. I thought it might be some kind of rare treasure, so I dug it up hoping to get a good price for it and take your mom to the big city to find a specialist for her illness... "
As his father mentioned his mother, who was sick, the son felt a pang in his heart, his eyes reddened, and he sighed, "Let's not talk about that, Dad. Let's go home."
