Chen Mu has been very leisurely these two days, and has been leading Xiao Wu around the distribution market of Cistanche in Chengkou County.
Look east and west, find a place to eat and drink when you are hungry or thirsty, and continue wandering around when you are full.
After wandering around the market, he found that there were not many people today. Chen Mu quickly turned into a stall selling fresh and dried cistanche, found a seat next to the boss and sat down, and asked, "Mr. Ba, how is business today?"
The owner of this shop is called Bayan Nimufu, a native of Aqishan.
According to him, he used to be a herdsman, but seven or eight years ago, due to the serious deterioration of the environment, the grazing area near his home was turned into a wasteland, so he had to sell all the cattle and sheep at once. Then he ran to Chengkou and started a small business.
Chen Mu wandered around the market these days, chatting with people in the market everywhere, and Bayanimufu was the one he could talk to the most, so he always came here to sit and inquire about the distribution market. Case.
"Why are you here again? You are so free!"
Bayanimov sat on a chair, drinking hot milk tea.
There was also a small briquette stove beside him. On the stove was a tattered-looking teapot. The spout was constantly emitting hot steam, and the tea fragrance inside floated out with the heat, which was particularly strong.
Chen Mu took out a cigarette from his pocket, and offered to pass it to the old herdsman. The old herdsman was not polite, took one and moved towards the small briquette stove, lit it, then sat back and began to swallow comfortably. Clouds and fog.
Chen Mu doesn't smoke, and waved to Xiao Wu: "Have a cup of milk tea, sweet and not salty."
Xiao Wu walked over to the teapot unceremoniously, picked up the tea bowl and poured a bowl of tea, then picked up a few pieces of milky milk cubes from the side plate and threw them into the tea bowl, stirred it with a wooden spoon for a while, put some sugar, a bowl of hot sweet milk tea came out.
Chen Mu is good at this.
He took the tea and took a sip.
Although the milk tea still has a bit of fishy smell, it is really comfortable to drink, and the whole chest and abdomen are warm, as if I planted a little sun for myself.
Chen Mu was drinking tea, and glanced at Xiao Wu, who had also made a bowl by himself, and said with a little disgust, "I really don't understand what's so good about making salty milk tea, it's really disgusting to think about it."
The milk tea here in Bayanimov is a bit special. The tea is green brick tea, boiled with water, and then add milk cubes by yourself. You can adjust the sweet and salty ones yourself.
People of all ethnic groups in Mongolia have special tastes and like sweet and salty milk tea, so salt is added to milk tea.
Chen Mu is really not used to this kind of drink, he is an out-and-out sweet party, seeing the salty party swaying in front of his eyes, from time to time, he would have evil thoughts in his heart to slaughter them to death.
What he couldn't get used to the most was Xiao Wu, the traitor.
This guy is obviously from Xijing, and has nothing to do with the Mongolian people, but he just likes to drink salty food.
Seeing him drinking salty milk tea while showing a contented look, Chen Mu couldn't help but want to scold him.
"I used to be a soldier in Bagachal. It was very cold there, and the wind was blowing outside the post. Every time I finished patrolling, I hoped to drink a cup of hot milk tea. After drinking it, my whole body would warm up... Our squad leader is Mr. Meng, he likes to put salt in milk tea the most. It can replenish his strength. At that time, he really thought it was the best thing in the world... "
While drinking milk tea, Xiao Wu turned on the chatterbox mode again.
Drinking this bowl of milk tea, he can talk from milk tea to patrol, from patrol to training, and from training to the history of his unit. It really means that if he is left alone, he can continue to join the army and talk about being discharged.
Chen Mu ignored this guy, and turned to look at the old herdsman: "Old man, how is the business today? Looking at you like this, I'm afraid that today's business will not go well."
The old herdsman is in the business of individual customers, at most he does a little wholesale. Anyway, he can't make a lot of money to support such a small stall by himself, but his usual income is enough to live on.
Today, there were not many people in the market, and it was the first time that Chen Mu saw such a deserted situation through observation these days, so he couldn't help asking the old herdsman: "Now is the peak season for your sales, and the business is like this. Isn't it normal?"
The old herdsman was not worried at all, and sat motionless on the chair: "This year's harvest is not good, and people outside will not come after hearing about it. This is normal."
After a slight pause, he glanced at Chen Mu: "You come here every day, and you have been watching for so many days, why don't you pick some from me and buy them back as gifts?"
Chen Mu shook his head resolutely: "I don't want it. My family has grown more than a thousand acres of cistanche. The quality of the plant is much better than yours. Do I still need to buy it from you?"
"Just blow it!"
The old herdsman pouted with disbelief.
I just think that this Xia Clan junior is good at everything, but it's not good to like bragging.
When they first came here a few days ago, the two chatted. He also said that he was the boss of a forestry company. The old herdsman didn't believe it at all.
Just looking at his hands and skin, he doesn't look like someone who does farm work, or the boss of a forestry company... Hey, it's more like a stupid son who doesn't know which boss came here to dawdle.
The old herdsman couldn't help but cast a glance at Xiaowu, who looked like a bodyguard, probably sent by the boss to protect his son.
Of course, apart from this little shortcoming of bragging, Bayanimov still likes this kid quite a lot.
When things come up, you can also chat happily, not to mention other things, it's quite comfortable to get along like this, the old herdsman doesn't mind making such a child.
Chen Mu didn't know that his body, which had been optimized by vitality, had already become the reason for the old herdsmen not to believe him. He smiled and joked: "Old man, it's better if it's like this. In the future, my family will collect Cistanche I will share a part of it for you to sell, so that you don’t have to look for herdsmen everywhere to collect Cistanche, and you can earn money easily, okay?”
"Yes, yes, of course."
The old herdsman nodded sharply, and then asked Chen Mu, "Where is your car, let's go."
"Go? Where are you going?"
"Go to your house and have a look at the thousand acres of cistanche in your house. I'm looking forward to your future harvest to make money."
"You don't want your stall anymore?"
Chen Mu didn't mind that the old herdsman didn't believe him, so he smiled and said, "Let's talk about it in autumn. Now all the cistanche grown in our family has been sold, so there is no other way."
The old herdsman gave him a look of contempt, and then asked jokingly: "I see you walked here today, why is such a freshman boss not driving a car?"
Chen Mu shook his head: "Children from decent families generally don't drive recklessly."
The old herdsman couldn't understand what he was saying, and didn't want to make fun of him, so he took out a thick long strip of Cistanche from under the table, and said to Chen Mu: "This is the best product on my stall, you buy it to honor your family. My elders, I must like it, um, considering the friendship with you these few days, I will give you a little bit, how about it?"
Chen Mu took the cistanche, looked at it, and nodded: "It's not bad."
"Not bad right!"
The old herdsman pointed to the cistanche on the table: "These are all currency, and the quality is average. The one I gave was a long strip. When I got it back, I bought it separately. It's about ten kilograms, and I'll buy it for a thousand." If you take back two, you take one thousand and three."
In the past, Chen Mu didn't know much about Cistanche, so he didn't know how Cistanche was traded. At most, he only knew how much Cistanche sold by the catty.
But since he met Liu Dahai and came to Chengkou County this time, he finally had a relatively intuitive and comprehensive understanding of this industry.
Generally, in the market, Cistanche with short fleshy stems is the most. This is called currency, and it is Cistanche sold by the catty.
In addition to the currency, there are long strips of Cistanche after preservation, which are called long strips, and are sold individually at another price.
Finally, there is a kind of Cistanche that has been growing for many years, which is very strong and long. It must be fixed with wooden boards to prevent it from breaking in the middle. This is the best Cistanche, and it is very expensive.
Normally, when merchants go to herdsmen to collect Cistanche, they always collect Cistanche after drying.
But because sometimes in order to save time, businessmen are willing to confiscate the ones that have been dried.
The difference in price per catty between dried Cistanche and undried is five to six times. After all, dried Cistanche will shrink and it will take more time to dry, so the difference is not too far.
The quality of the cistanche taken out by the old herdsman is really good, and it is totally worth the thousand and three thousand dollars. However, many of the goods that Chen Mu and the others shipped from X City this year are of the same quality as this long strip. He didn't need it at all, so he returned the long stick to the old herdsman, and said with a smile: "Old man, I really have a lot at home, so you should keep this treasure for yourself."
"Well, you can blow it however you like, if this strip is sold in two days, don't regret it."
The old herdsman carefully put the strip away, and stopped trying to persuade the boy.
The two chatted for a while, and suddenly a person came to the old herdsman's stall and said to Chen Mu: "Mr. Chen, hello, I'm Zhang Yun. Well, I'm a bit presumptuous here today, I'm sorry. But I have something to think about." Let's talk to you, are you free now?"
Chen Mu was taken aback for a moment, he didn't expect someone to find him here.
He took a look at Zhang Yun. He didn't feel like a bad guy. After thinking for a while, he said, "Then let's go to the teahouse in front of the gate of the market to talk, okay?"
"Can"
Zhang Yun nodded in agreement, and quickly made another call: "Old Wang, go to the teahouse at the entrance of the market, Mr. Chen and I will go there now."
Chen Mu stood up, put down the tea bowl, and said to the old herdsman, "Baby, I have something to do today, so let's go first, thank you for the milk tea."
"Oh, good, let's go!"
The old herdsman was still a little confused, because this sudden person claimed to call Chen Mu "Mr. Chen", which made him extremely puzzled: Is this kid really the boss of a forestry company