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This price is really not low. It is said that there is no business and no adultery. It is not that Boss Zhao is really sincere, but that he has a clear heart. So many Dendrobium flowers are placed here, which shows that Song Fengchen must have a large field of wild Dendrobium officinale in his hands.
Dendrobium candidum is not cheap either. Boss Zhao remembers that last year's market price, the price of fresh Dendrobium officinale stems was only 1 star anise lower than Gastrodia elata, and this was still a situation where there was no market for the price.
In Boss Zhao's view, if he and Song Fengchen can make a long-term business deal, then a little profit is nothing.
How could Song Fengchen know the real price of these things? He just stared at Boss Zhao's face twice to make sure that the other party was not fooling him, and then nodded readily: "Okay, just follow the price that Boss Zhao said."
The smile in Boss Zhao's eyes became even wider, and even the pallor on his face went down a lot. As soon as he beckoned, the clerk ran into the room swiftly, and when he came out again, he was holding a steelyard in his hand.
Wait until Gastrodia elata and Dendrobium flowers have weighed one after another, Boss Zhao quickly calculates in his mind.
"Five catties of gastrodia elata, ninety-one catties, four hundred and fifty yuan. Dendrobium costs eight taels, one hundred yuan one tael, eight hundred and twenty yuan. The total is 1,270 yuan."
"That's right." Song Fengchen curled the corners of his lips in a happy mood, and his hard work in the past two months was not in vain.
However, the wild Gastrodia elata he dug from the mountains was more than that, but after finding the large piece of Dendrobium candidum, he felt that since he had a new source of income, he should not be too short of money for the time being. So he withheld two and a half catties of gastrodia elata, intending to give half of it to a few patients in the cowshed to replenish their bodies.
Song Fengchen thought, with this thousand, two hundred and seventy yuan, plus the three hundred that Zhou Haochang gave just now, and the fifty that was given by Li Xiao, the second son of the Li family, he had more than one thousand and six hundred yuan in his hand.
You must know that in Yuexi Village, the villagers worked hard for a year from dawn to dusk, and the average income per capita was only about fifteen or sixteen yuan.
For Song Fengchen at this stage, getting rich is probably like this.
However, the reality does not allow Song Fengchen to be too optimistic. After all, living well and living well are two completely different concepts.
The boss of the Chen family also saved more than 200 yuan for his medicine. Needless to say, he must pay it back. The cowshed is too dilapidated, and the rainy season is coming soon, so major repairs are necessary.
In the past, Song Fengchen had no money, so he didn't dare to think about these things. Now that he has more money, these things naturally have to be put on the agenda.
In addition to the eating and drinking of No. ¡õ¡õ people, Song Fengchen himself is a good enjoyment. He is not very used to eating buckwheat cakes. The expensive rice and white noodles are daily consumables, which is a relatively large expense.
Calculated in this way, this amount of money is really not very affordable.
Fortunately, Dendrobium can bloom until the end of June.
Song Fengchen felt comforted.
After finishing the calculation, Boss Zhao called the clerk to find a big wooden box, staring at him carefully put away Gastrodia elata and Dendrobium, then turned to Song Fengchen and said, "Come on, Brother Song, come in, I'll get you the money."
In just a short while, Comrade Song became Song's younger brother.
Song Fengchen smiled and followed.
Taking advantage of the time when Boss Zhao was taking the money, Song Fengchen instructed the staff: "Please help me prepare one hundred catties of polished rice and one hundred catties of white flour, and we will settle the bill together later."
After finishing speaking, he looked left and right, and said after a while: "I still need three quilts, with pillows."
After a while, he said again: "I need six sets of toiletries."
In the end, I couldn't finish it: "Two cans of nutritional milk powder and two canned fruits."
¡ª¡ªThis is something that he covets once every time he comes here.
When Boss Zhao came out with an iron box in his arms, the money that fell into Song Fengchen's pocket was reduced by a small two hundred.
Boss Zhao should be the happiest about Song Fengchen's extravagance. He turned around and took a pack of cigarettes from the container and handed it to Song Fengchen. He wanted to say something polite, but suddenly there was a grunt in his stomach. The bloody face instantly turned pale.
Boss Zhao curled up and grinned, "Oh, my belly."
"What's wrong?" Seeing Boss Zhao's pain, Song Fengchen subconsciously reached out to help him.
Boss Zhao quickly grabbed Song Fengchen's hand, and barely knelt down directly. His bent legs were trembling, and he said out of breath: "Tummy, stomach is starting to make noise again."
Song Fengchen: "Do you need me to take you to the hospital?"
Boss Zhao was weak: "No, no, help me out first.p; "Her obsession" Song Fengchen subconsciously looked at Boss Zhao.
Meng Duanyou replied coldly: "Kill all those who made her fall into such a miserable state."
If he hadn't offended and been hunted down by his enemies back then, his wife and daughter would not have been forced to flee to their natal family for refuge, let alone a tragedy.
Meng Duanyou felt extremely guilty, and he didn't want to let his daughter's hands be stained with blood, which would only add to the bad karma. Twelve years of running around, he is for today: "Zhao Chugong is the last one."
Song Fengchen felt dizzy for a while, this is a sinful debt.
Boss Zhao is innocent. Some of the gold bracelets his parents bought and the money from selling his daughter must have been used on him. What's more, his parents kept the girl as a child bride for him.
It can be said that he is not innocent, how old was he then? At the age of seven or eight, that is, he has just entered elementary school.
After thinking about it, Song Fengchen simply gave up thinking about it. He only confirmed one point: "From your standpoint, you want to kill Boss Zhao. I can understand your feelings as a father, so I have nothing to say. But From my standpoint, I can only say sorry, Boss Zhao¡ª¡ªI'm sure!"
Meng Duanyou frowned, and his eyes were bright: "You really want to fight against me? Although you are a good person, do you think I really can't do anything to you?"
Meng Duanyou didn't feel guilty at all when he said this, anyway, he had already put it all together, although he didn't dare to kill virtuous people in order to avoid implicating his daughter, but it didn't mean he couldn't deal with Zhao Chugong.
"But you obviously forgot one thing," Song Fengchen confronted, flipped his right hand, and the mahogany sword beside Meng Duanyou flew into his hand, "In addition to being a good person, I am also a magician."
Ordinary ghosts may be afraid of these magical artifacts, but virtuous people are not afraid.
Meng Duanyou's face was completely pulled down.
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