Huber took the bamboo tube and drank a sip of spring water. Although it was not so cool, it was a great satisfaction to be able to drink a sip of water in this wild field on this hot summer afternoon.
Huber handed the remaining half tube of water to Hu Feng, but Hu Feng refused to take it, only saying that he was not thirsty.
Huber patted his head: "Look at my memory. You don't like sharing food with others. You should have been allowed to drink first."
Hu Feng didn't answer, got up and walked to the bamboo basket, took out two snowdrops from inside, took a dagger and started peeling.
"What's this again?" Huber couldn't help asking, feeling happy. This time he went into the mountain with Bai Zhi, and it seemed that he had gained a lot.
Hu Feng cut the yam after three attempts. The action was so fast that they didn't even see how he cut it. An orange yam in the meat powder peeled off successfully.
"Snow lotus." He spit out three words faintly, and handed them directly to Uncle Hub: "You eat first."
Naturally, Uncle Hub would not be polite to his son, and he took a bite of the yam fruit. It was juicy and sweet, crispy and refreshing. He didn't know how to describe this delicious, very special taste.
Before he swallowed his first mouthful of snowdrops, Hu Feng had already cut the second one and handed it to Zhao Lan, "You can eat it."
This is the first time Hu Feng talked to her. Last time, she almost fell off the hillside. Hu Feng passed by and saved her. At that time, she thanked her desperately. Hu Feng never said a word to her. He ate at his house last night. , He never spoke to her.
Zhao Lan was flattered and hurriedly reached out and took it.
She didn't rush to eat, but handed the snow lotus fruit to Bai Zhi: "Zhi'er, you eat first. You just ate a little snake tail. You must still be hungry."
Bai Zhi pushed her hand back: "Mother, don’t you tell me? When Hu Feng and I dig this, we ate abruptly. We are still full and don’t want to eat at all. Let’s talk about it. What's more, there is no need to give in."
Uncle Hub looked at Bai Zhi's soaring appearance, and couldn't help asking: "You said that you went up the mountain to gather herbs, but do you gather herbs?"
Bai Zhi got up and looked around and made sure that no one was eavesdropping on them. Then he whispered: "Uncle Huber, we dug up a hundred-year-old wild ginseng. We will sell it for the money. We will have half of the family members."
When Huber heard this, he almost dropped his chin. He thought he had a problem with his ears: "What are you talking about?"
Bai Zhi simply took out the mountain ginseng from the bottom of the basket, "That's it, Huber, how much do you think this mountain ginseng is worth?"
When Huber saw this wild ginseng, he was obviously very excited. He wanted to take a look at it, but he was afraid of breaking it, so he withdrew his hand and sighed: "Such a big wild ginseng is still a hundred years old, according to me. Look, it can sell at least one hundred taels of silver."
One hundred taels of silver
Zhao Lan's eyes were bright for several degrees, and even the voice of her words trembled: "How much? One, one hundred taels?"
Huber waved his hand: “I’m not sure, but I’ve heard people say that the rich people in the city are rare wild ginseng dug up from our mountains. An ordinary wild ginseng can sell for dozens of taels. For silver, not to mention such a big one hundred-year-old wild ginseng, I guess it would have to be sold for a hundred taels."
Bai Zhi had never been to the town before, and her knowledge was pitiful, so she couldn't find anything related to this convenience in her memory, and she had no music at all now.