"This is eight hundred thousand!" What no one expected was that Wu Fengqing actually took out eight stacks of bright red bills from his bag right there and placed them on the table.
"Is this … really the money our family made from selling ginseng?" At this moment, Zhang Shan felt an unreal sensation. He had been farming for decades and had never encountered such a situation.
In the past, the income from a year's harvest wasn't even ten thousand yuan, but now, there was eight hundred thousand right in front of him.
"Uncle Zhang Shan, this is the money from selling your family's ginseng. You should take it!" Li Xiaobao grinned at Zhang Shan and pushed the eight hundred thousand towards him.
Everyone watched Li Xiaobao's move, their hearts quivering. Eight hundred thousand had come into their hands just like that? Seeing the bright red bills in front of Zhang Shan, everyone decided they must plant ginseng in the future.
