Lady Shen Li saw her and waved, then showed the ginseng she had just arranged to Zhang Yamei.
Zheng Yamei took the box, glanced at it, and almost exclaimed in surprise, fortunately knowing there were people outside.
"Mom, these are ginseng roots, somewhat aged ginseng roots." Since her daughter went to the Northeast, she had only seen two or three small ginseng roots.
They were indeed small ginseng roots, probably only two to three years old, and couldn't compare to the ones received today.
"Yes, Jian She and I were saying…" The old lady repeated what she had just said to Zhang Yamei.
Zhang Yamei nodded incessantly, "Yes, yes." With this item, her own parents and sister could make use of it if something came up.
"Also, there might be a bit too much meat, right?"
"There are a lot of mushrooms."
"And there are pine nuts and such."
"Plus peanut kernels, corn kernels."
