I Have a Date with a Thousand-year-old Female Corpse
Chapter 270 Participation Radish_1

Chapter 270: Chapter 270 Participation Radish_1

"But even if we know, what can we do? We can’t possibly go rescue the Ten-thousand-year-old Ginseng King, can we? Hmm, actually, that sounds like a good idea, Brother, Xiaoyang, let’s go rescue the Ten-thousand-year-old Ginseng King right away!" Nong Xuele said naively.

"That’s impossible," Jin Qi, who was always laconic, spoke up at that moment.

Nong Xuele immediately became unhappy and glared at Jin Qi, "Why not?"

"Let’s not even mention that we don’t know where they’ve imprisoned the Ten-thousand-year-old Ginseng King. Even if we did, just the few of us going there would be akin to seeking death. After all, the Qian Family has been operating for decades, and the Ten-thousand-year-old Ginseng King is the foundation of their existence. They are definitely heavily guarded; there is no way they would allow outsiders to break in."

With Jin Qi’s words, the rest of you nodded in agreement. Nong Fanfei turned to Nong Xuele and said, "You little girl, stop causing trouble. We are discussing serious matters here."

"Hmph, you always look down on me," Nong Xuele pouted, a look of displeasure on her face.

Ding Xiaoyang reached out to pat Nong Xuele’s head and naturally showed an indulgent smile, "Alright, alright, don’t be angry. What your brother is saying is the truth. If the Qian Family were so easy to deal with, our Nong Family wouldn’t have struggled with them for so many years."

Seeing you with an air of composure and confidence, Nong Fanfei immediately asked, "Mu Yun, it seems you already have a plan?"

You smiled and said, "Wait."

"Wait?" Nong Fanfei was taken aback.

"Wait for what?" Ding Xiaoyang immediately asked.

"For a person."

"Who?"

"The person who went out to buy groceries."

"Ah?"

Your words made both Nong Fanfei and Ding Xiaoyang think they had misheard you, and just when they thought you were joking and were about to inquire further, the sound of the Open Gate came from the entrance, followed by Zong Wangyue’s voice, "I’m back!"

Zong Wangyue came to your side, placed the plastic bag he was carrying on the coffee table in front of you, and said with a smile, "As I was walking, I kept thinking about the purpose of you asking me to buy radishes, Boss, but no matter how much I thought about it, I couldn’t figure it out. Boss, can you tell me now?"

You smiled and said, "The civilization of China has inherited over nine thousand and six hundred years, forming a very comprehensive unique system. It is the only civilization on Earth that can distinguish and integrate food and medicinal herbs."

Knowing your personality well, Xiao Feng immediately slapped his thigh and said, "I’m saying, Little Yunyun, can you stop beating around the bush? Once you start talking about these things, you never stop. Can’t you be more straightforward?"

"There’s an old saying that goes, ’Eat radishes in winter, ginseng in summer.’"

As you spoke, you took a radish that was thicker than an arm out of the plastic bag on the coffee table.

Laughter in your voice, you asked Nong Xuele, "Little snow sister, what is this?"

"Are you teasing me?"

Seeing you waving a radish in front of her, Nong Xuele looked at you with disdain.

After a loud laugh, you continued to address the crowd, "Well, everyone knows this is a white radish, also known as turnip, the most common thing on the land of Huaxia, and in the market, it should be a little over one yuan per jin (catty). Zongzi, how much did you spend for these four radishes?"

"Six yuan and fifty cents, I think." Zong Wangyue shrugged, "This was the first time my eldest daughter went into the vegetable market to buy something in her bridal sedan."

"That is to say, this radish is about a jin (catty), and the price well, is around one yuan and sixty cents." Then, you looked up and asked Nong Fanfei, who was in front of you, "How about the price of ginseng?"

Nong Fanfei was startled, as he really didn’t know this. As a Young Master, he had never paid attention to these details, but Ding Xiaoyang beside him took over the conversation: "There are several types of ginseng on the market now, and what’s generally sold is cultivated ginseng. Fresh ginseng, the kind that isn’t dried and still has moisture, costs about forty yuan for one piece, weighing around fifteen grams; the effect of this kind of fresh ginseng is actually similar to that of radishes, it’s just that it has a bit of a ginseng taste, and many ginseng farmers eat it like radishes."

You smiled and shook your head, saying, "I’m not talking about those two or three-year-old radish ginsengs, but the so-called nourishing delicacies from the Qian Family, the mountain ginsengs that are more than twenty years old."

Ding Xiaoyang thought for a moment and said, "As far as I know, those ginsengs are priceless."

"Priceless?" Hearing this, you couldn’t help but be slightly taken aback and immediately asked, "Why are they priceless? Could it be that they have never been sold?"

Ding Xiaoyang nodded: "Indeed, those mountain ginsengs cultivated by the Ten-thousand-year-old Ginseng King have never been openly priced; instead, they are directly offered to the Cen Family, and the Cen Family uses them to pave connections."

"So, the production of that ginseng is not high, is it?"

"Indeed, good ginseng simply cannot be mass-produced. We once sowed over thirty million ginseng seedlings in a mountain forest, but fewer than five thousand matured." Ding Xiaoyang continued, "Moreover, I had someone bring me a piece of the Qian Family’s ginseng from the hands of a VIP, and I found that their ginseng was somewhat different."

"How so?"

From Ding Xiaoyang’s words, you seemed to catch a hint.

"I can’t quite put my finger on it, but as everyone knows, consuming ginseng can cause overheating and cannot be taken for long periods, but the Qian Family’s ginseng is neutral and mild, suitable for long-term consumption and it has the effect of prolonging life."

"I understand now, so that’s how it is. The Qian Family’s actions are indeed no different from cutting off their descendants!" You gave a cold laugh, then added, "It seems that there really is no need for the Qian Family to exist anymore!"

As you spoke, a faint aura suddenly burst forth from your body, which quickly turned into gusts of breeze circulating in the room. Everyone inside involuntarily took a deep breath, and their faces naturally revealed expressions of delight and relief.

At this moment, everyone noticed the white radish in your right hand slowly began to float above the palm of your hand.

Under the astonished gazes of the crowd, the outer skin of the white radish gradually changed color, first from white to beige, and then from beige to yellowish-beige.

Meanwhile, as the outer skin of the white radish began to change color, the flowers on the windowsill bloomed simultaneously, each one lush and dripping with vibrancy, and the branches and leaves even more lush and dense.

Everyone in the room was astounded by this strange spectacle, and Nong Fanfei and Ding Xiaoyang exchanged several meaningful glances, with longing and earnestness in their eyes.

After about fifteen minutes or so, the white radish in your hand had drastically changed in appearance, but from the outside, no one could recognize it as a radish; its appearance looked like a sweet potato, and also resembled ginseng, and if one had to give it a precise definition, it looked like an enlarged codonopsis root!

"This... what is this..."

By then, Nong Fanfei was so amazed that he couldn’t close his mouth; he swore that in all his twenty-four years of life, he had never seen such a magical scene.

You didn’t speak, but instead picked up a small knife from the tea table, cut three slices from the radish, and handed them to Nong Fanfei, Ding Xiaoyang, and Nong Xuele.