Jiang Mianmian was also somewhat excited, knowing that in modern society, even money can't always buy wild Hundred-Year Ginseng.
"Dad, this Hundred-Year Ginseng is a rare treasure, why don't we first ask Brother Yu if he needs it? Grandpa Yu is getting old, and the house should always have ginseng for the elderly, after all, why let outsiders benefit?" Jiang Mianmian suggested.
"Right, Mianmian is correct, there are many wealthy people in the Capital City, and surely many who know their stuff," Jiang Changhai nodded in agreement.
"Okay, then I'll call Brother Yu tomorrow and ask."
"Daughter, there's no time like the present, let's call Yu Cheng now. If he doesn't want it, I can ask the traditional medicine shop tomorrow. We don't know how to preserve this ginseng; it might lose its value if we keep it for too long," Jiang Changhai said somewhat urgently.
