The Prodigal Son's Happy Life - Chapter 234

[Chapter 234 Sweet Potato]

Thinking of this, Qiao Le became more determined in his thoughts. He took out a small box from among the many rare treasures and held it in his hand.

He held the small box made of golden nanmu in both hands, walked slowly to Fang Xiu, and said respectfully: “Master, I bought this from a Westerner when I was in Nanyang. The thousand-year-old ginseng cost ten thousand taels of silver.

I kept it in this golden nanmu box for so many years. I originally wanted to wait until my father’s old age to nourish his body.

But since he returned to the capital, my father’s health has deteriorated day by day. Good day, now it seems that there is no need for these great supplements to nourish the body, so I thought about dedicating this thousand-year ginseng to the young master. “

Thousand-year ginseng?”

When Fang Xiu heard this, he was slightly startled, and then a little surprised.

He actually has no idea about ginseng.

In my previous life, I had heard that some ginseng of good quality and age was sold for sky-high prices, but I never expected that it would be so valuable in this era.

Just such a ginseng plant was sold for an exaggerated 10,000 taels of silver, and it was from a Westerner.

He seemed to remember that Westerners didn’t do much research on things like ginseng.

But when he saw Qiao Le being so respectful and wanting to use the wooden box containing ginseng as a memorial arch, he began to have some doubts in his heart.

No matter what, I spent ten thousand taels of silver to buy it. Even if it doesn’t work, or I don’t like it, it’s always better to sell it to others and exchange it for silver.

Thinking of this, Fang Xiu showed an expression of interest on his face. He raised his eyes, glanced at Qiao Le, and said with a smile: “I have never seen Thousand-Year Ginseng before. Open it and let me take a look and see what it is.” “It can be sold for ten thousand taels of silver.”

“Yes, Master.”

When Qiao Le heard this, he smiled flatteringly and slowly opened the box made of golden nanmu.

I saw a dark red plant rhizome placed on the silk woven with gold and silk. It was really like a ginseng, with various roots intertwined in layers.

Apart from the color, there is not much difference from ginseng.

On the side, Wang Baole couldn’t help but be surprised when he saw the appearance of this ginseng.

He has never seen ginseng in so many years, but this is the first time he has seen ginseng with such appearance.

Ginseng is actually a symbol of the rarity of things. The dark red ginseng can be said to have reached a certain level. It is said that it can be sold for ten thousand taels of silver. It is not an exaggeration.

Even he, who had no special research on ginseng, couldn’t help but be shocked when he saw this ginseng. It was worth ten thousand taels of silver!

Compared to the shock of others, Qiao Le’s expression was much calmer.

In fact, while holding the thousand-year-old ginseng in his hands, he had been carefully observing Fang Xiu’s expression.

In fact, this was not the so-called Millennium Ginseng, nor was it sold to him by a Westerner, nor did it cost ten thousand taels of silver.

It was just once when I was doing business with Westerners that I accidentally discovered such a plant.

After he picked it up, he found that it was very similar to the ginseng from Chu State, so he kept it.

This time, when I returned to the capital, it just came in handy.

Jewelry is certainly precious, but a large part of Chu State also produces pearls, so it is not particularly unusual.

Coral, although more precious and rare than jewelry, had been presented to the emperor of Chu by vassal states in the past.

Only this ‘Millennium Ginseng’ has never been seen by anyone before.

I thought I would have the opportunity to present it to the Emperor of Chu, but after listening to Wang Baole’s description of Fang Xiu, I also heard a lot about what Fang Xiu had done in the capital. .

He suddenly realized that even Emperor Chu might not be as helpful to him as Fang Xiu.

Therefore, he put the ‘Millennium Ginseng’ that was originally intended to be presented to the Emperor of Chu in a box and prepared to give it to Fang Xiu.

“This is”

Fang Xiu looked at the ‘Millennium Ginseng’ in the golden nanmu, with a look of surprise on his face. He raised his eyes and looked at Qiao Le with a very strange expression, and subconsciously asked: “Millennium Ginseng?”

Qiao Le Hearing this, a look of hesitation appeared on his face, but it disappeared in just a moment.

He looked at Fang Xiu with a firm look on his face and said firmly: “Yes, this is the thousand-year-old ginseng that I got from the Westerners.”

Fang

Xiu looked at the sweet potatoes in the golden nanmu box. The expression on his face was very strange.

A sweet potato can be packed in a box made of golden nanmu, and can be openly regarded as a thousand-year-old ginseng. It can even be sold in the capital for a high price of ten thousand taels of silver.

For a moment, Fang Xiu was a little confused and didn’t know what to say.

But just a few seconds later, he seemed to have thought of something, and his face showed a look of surprise. His eyes were fixed on the sweet potato in the golden nanmu, and he couldn’t wait to grab it.

When Qiao Le saw Fang Xiu reaching out to grab the thousand-year-old ginseng in his hand, he subconsciously wanted to escape.

But then I thought about it, this thing was originally dedicated to him, there was nothing to hide.

Moreover, whether Mr. Fang Xiu Fang was facing the sparkling gems on the box or seeing the jewelry and diamonds in the box, his expression did not change much, as if what he gave was just some small gifts. Just a toy.

Only when facing this thousand-year-old ginseng, he reached out to snatch it out of control. What does this mean?

It means that I brought the thousand-year-old ginseng with me today, and I did it right!

Fang Xiu didn’t know what Qiao Le was thinking, and he didn’t bother to find out.

Because, at this moment, he only had one thing on his mind, which was planting sweet potatoes in Chu State.

Although he was born into a noble family when he came to this world, he had delicacies from the sea and mountains every day, and he was surrounded by maids and servants. He never felt cold or hungry for a moment.

But he knew that the entire Chu country was not what he saw.

Not to mention the far southwest and the disaster-stricken Central Plains, even in the capital of Chu State, there were countless people who were hungry and beggars every day.

Now that it’s summer, things are a little better.

In winter, the scene inside the ruined temple in the suburbs is terrible.

Fang Xiu clearly realized this when he was serving porridge to the people who had fled the disaster in the Central Plains and came to the capital in front of his disciples.

He has always wanted to do something for these people.

However, he knew that even if all his money was exchanged for food, it would not be of much use.

Therefore, I just spent a small amount of money to give porridge to these beggars in the south of the city at a fixed time every week.

But now, with this sweet potato, everything will become different!

(End of chapter)