The cuckoo asked curiously: "I can't imagine that your old mallet also has a horse that misses its front hooves and looks away!"

The old mallet blushed, pointed to a brocade box on the table, and said, "Little girl, you can see for yourself what is going on!"

Du Juan and Ling Zikai glanced at each other and walked to the table.

The lid of the brocade box was open, and a white ginseng was placed on the vermilion silk cloth inside.

The ginseng reed is very short, only five centimeters long, but the two branches are very long, more than twenty centimeters long.

The roots are numerous, densely packed, like a white beard.

Is this ginseng?

Ling Zikai looked at the cuckoo suspiciously.

The cuckoo also frowned, looked at the old mallet, and asked hesitantly, "Isn't this just a gourd ginseng?"

The so-called cucurbit ginseng is just a plant that looks very similar to ginseng. Although it is also a medicinal material, its value is very different from that of ginseng.

The old mallet said, "Do you think this is gourd ginseng too?"

The cuckoo asked puzzledly, "Isn't it?"

The old mallet smiled bitterly: "If it's a gourd ginseng, will people still come to smash the signboard?"

"You say this is an old ginseng?"

The old mallet shook his head and said, "Have you ever heard of the associated ginseng?"

Hearing this, the cuckoo suddenly realized and said, "You mean to say that the top half of this thing is ginseng, and the bottom half is gourd ginseng?"

The old mallet sighed: "It's all because I'm too self-righteous, and I didn't look closely at the lower part of the gourd whiskers at a glance, and I made an arbitrary decision."

I've been dealing with mallets for a lifetime, and when I'm old, I've planted a big fight. ”

Ling Zikai asked, "Do you have any rivalry on this ginseng street?"

The old mallet understood what Ling Zikai meant, and said: "You said that the old man did this business, what he did was to offend people, and it was normal to form a bond with someone." Alas, forget it, don't talk about that, I don't plan to stay here anymore anyway!"

Ling Zikai glanced at the associated ginseng in the brocade box, and after secretly releasing the ancestral god consciousness, he found that a faint white light lit up in the brocade box, which was obviously emitted by the authentic ginseng in the upper part.

According to past experience, judging from the size of the white light, this associated ginseng is also more than 70 years old.

Ling Zikai pretended to be a little skeptical and said, "Why do I think this is a gourd ginseng! Could this appraisal certificate be fake? Why don't we take this thing to the ginseng laboratory for re-appraisal?"

"I've already seen the certificate, it's true!"

The old mallet shook his head.

Ling Zikai glanced at the donor standing at the door of the store, and saw that he looked fearless, knowing that since people dared to show the certificate in a grand manner, it should not be a forgery.

Even with a certificate here, I'll turn your stuff into a fake!

Ling Zikai's mind flickered, and he used his consciousness to wrap the white light, and then swallowed all the energy in it.

The whole process will naturally not be noticed by others, but the energy contained in the accompanying ginseng is too weak, and it does not cause any changes in the energy of the ancestral god after entering his body.

"I dare to conclude that even if there is a certificate, this associated ginseng is fake. If you don't believe me, come over and take a closer look!"

Seeing that Ling Zikai's tone was very affirmative, Du Juan looked at him with some puzzlement.

saw that Ling Zikai was making a hint at himself with his eyes that was not easy to be noticed.

The cuckoo's heart moved, and he walked to the brocade box again, took a closer look at the associated ginseng, and vaguely felt that the upper part of the ginseng was a little different from when he looked at it before.

"Old mallet, come and take a look, I also think this ginseng is fake!"

The cuckoo said to the old mallet.

The old mallet, who was already disheartened, said: "You don't have to bother anymore, I have seen this thing more than a dozen times." Although he was gone before, he didn't get to the point of getting dizzy with old eyes. The upper part is indeed an old mountain ginseng, and the age is about seventy years, so you can't be wrong!"

The middle-aged man who had been talking to the old mallet walked up, and after taking a look, he let out a cry of surprise and said, "I also feel that something is wrong with this ginseng!"

Seeing that the three of them were suspicious, the old stick mallet walked over suspiciously.

At a glance, the old mallet's gaze suddenly flashed a bright light, and he said with some excitement: "That's right, this companion ginseng is fake!"

As soon as these words came out, even the woman who was meticulously repairing her nails stopped and looked at the four people gathered around the brocade box.

The donor was stunned for a moment when he heard this, and then sneered: "Old mallet, stop acting! Do you still doubt that the appraisal of the laboratory will not succeed?"

Hope rose in the old mallet's heart, looked at the donor, snorted coldly, and said: "Now I really doubt that there is a problem with the origin of your certificate! Let's go to the laboratory now, and let them re-appraise it!"

The old mallet said that he stepped forward to put away the brocade box.

"Wait!"

The donor hurriedly stepped forward and snatched the brocade box into his hand.

"Why, you don't dare to go?

"Joke, what is Lao Tzu's weak heart, even if it is to ask the laboratory to do ten appraisals, I am not afraid. I'm afraid that something will happen to you when this thing gets into your hands! Besides, I don't care about the appraisal fee. ”

The middle-aged man said, "I'll pay the appraisal fee!"

Everyone walked out of the store and headed for the ginseng laboratory.

The onlookers saw that the things that had already settled had changed again, and they became even more curious, and they all followed to the laboratory to see the excitement.

Thirty or forty people formed a huge procession on the street, and people continued to join the procession.

When I arrived in front of the ginseng laboratory, there were more than 100 people gathered.

The security guard at the laboratory thought something was wrong and quickly closed the door.

The old mallet stepped forward and explained his intentions.

When the security guard learned what had happened, he breathed a sigh of relief, opened the small door of the guard's room, and after letting the old mallet and a few parties entered, he closed the door again and stopped the onlookers outside.

The laboratory is not large, only a five-story house.

In the office hall on the ground floor, the staff saw that they had taken the ginseng that had been certified, and asked for a second appraisal, and they were a little unhappy, saying that since you don't believe in our appraisal results, what are you doing here?

After a lot of talking, the staff waited for them to pay the appraisal fee, and then took the brocade box in the hands of the donor and took it to the laboratory for testing.

The crowd waited in the hall.

The appraisal time was not long, and after half an hour, the staff member came out, his face was a little ugly, threw the brocade box into the donor's arms, and said, "Where did you get the fake appraisal certificate before?"

"Fake certificate!" cried the donor. "That's what you gave me the last time I came to appraise it!"

"Impossible!"

The staff stiffened their faces and said, "Can't our laboratory even distinguish between ginseng and gourd ginseng! Will we give your gourd ginseng an appraisal certificate? What a joke!"

"You said my box contains gourd ginseng? No, it's impossible, are you mistaken!"

The donor shouted loudly.

"If you don't believe it, you can take it to another laboratory to identify it! That thing doesn't have any ginseng ingredients in it, it's not what gourd ginseng is!"

The donor was dumbfounded when he heard this, and kept saying, "This is impossible, it is indeed a companion ginseng, how can it become a gourd ginseng! No, I'm asking for an appraisal!"

After knowing the appraisal results, the old mallet released a red light on his face, glanced at the donor who was entangled with the staff, and said to Ling Zikai and the others: "Let's go, go to the drunken immortal building, my old mallet is happy today, please rub it!"

As he spoke, he straightened his waist and walked out of the laboratory first.