Upon hearing someone claim to have a fifty-year-old wild ginseng, Chen Erniu's eyes lit up with interest irresistibly.
In those days, wild ginseng was anything but common, and it was even on the verge of extinction.
And for that person to have found a fifty-year-old wild ginseng was truly no easy feat.
Carrying his curiosity, Chen Erniu edged closer.
He saw a dark-skinned, trim man with no beard, dressed in a floral shirt and jeans, standing arrogantly in front of the pharmacy's counter.
On the counter lay a sizeable ginseng root, attracting the staff to gather round and admire it.
Behind the counter, an elder with a white beard, dressed in traditional Chinese attire, was studying the ginseng root closely with a magnifying glass.
Seeing that the elder spent quite a while without coming to any conclusion, the lean man spoke with a swagger,
