Zhao Si glared at Zhou Ming coldly.

"I said, you will die if you use this thing, do you still want to try because you think my Zhao someone's words are not credible?"

Zhou Ming glanced at Zhao Si: "I don't know if I will die or not, but I Zhou said that I am willing to buy this calcined grass at a price of 20 million, this is my Zhou's principle, honesty is the foundation!"

Sixteen or seventeen-year-old Zhou Ming took a bite of Zhou, and Zhao Si felt extremely harsh.

"Bastard, even if your dean comes, you have to give me three points of face, what kind of thing are you, how dare you sarcastically mock me like this?"

"I just believe in my own vision, when I saw this Tempered Grass, I knew that it was very suitable for me, and I was willing to spend money to buy this Tempered Herb was also promised before!"

Saying that, Zhou Ming looked at Yang Feng, but Yang Feng had a complicated expression.

Zhou Ming did say it, but unfortunately he didn't believe it, now that Zhao Si said that the tendon grass is not only ineffective, but it is more likely to kill people, I'm afraid no one will come to buy the tendon grass.

Even his Yang family probably didn't dare to use it.

It can be said that because of Zhao Si's two sentences, this tendon grass worth more than 100 million yuan has become poison, and the poison can still be used in medicine under certain circumstances, but this tendon grass is useless at all.

"Believe in your vision? What kind of vision can you have as a teenager? I, Zhao Si, have seen more treasures than you have ever heard of, and you actually talk to me about vision? Where did you get the courage?"

In an instant, Zhao Si shifted the topic to treasure appreciation.

This is the foundation of his profession, on which he has survived for decades, and there is no doubt about it.

Zhou Ming believed that this Tempered Muscle Grass could be worth 20 million, that is, a slap in the face, how could he agree.

Zhou Ming didn't look at Zhao Si either, just stared at Yang Feng.

"This is 20 million taels of golden tickets, and I still hope that the head of the Yang family can cut his love!"

"But ......" Yang Feng looked a little hesitant, if he sold it, would he harm Zhao Si?

"Presumptuous! How dare a mere Huangkou kid ignore me? If you don't make it clear today, don't blame me for bullying the small, even if I kill you, your dean won't say half a word!"

Looking at Yang Feng's hesitation and the aggressive Zhao Si, Zhou Ming sighed lightly: "Do you really want me to say?"

"If you have something to say, will I, Zhao Si, still bully you as a yellow-mouthed child!, I want to see if you can tell the reason!" Zhao Si stared at Zhou Ming deadly.

Seeing that Zhao Si had already stared at Zhou Ming, Song Yi was so frightened that her soul was lost, she never thought that Zhou Ming would dare to confront Zhao Si.

"Zhou Ming, don't be impulsive......"

Zhou Ming didn't look back, just shook his hand casually.

"Before you came, I knew there was something wrong with this Tempered Grass!" Zhou Ming said lightly, "You can also see this!"

"This is nature, the old man's decades of experience in appreciating treasures are put here, and a mere calcined grass is not in the eyes of the old man!"

"Hehe!" Zhou Ming chuckled, "Then I want to ask you, can you tell the age of this calcined grass?"

The actual situation is that it is impossible to expose, and it is impossible to say that this thing is actually fine, but because it is too precious, it looks a little different.

can only find other reasons to let Zhao Si retreat.

In other words, what Zhou Ming wanted was to let Zhao Si retreat, and also to maintain the fact that this herb could only be fed to pigs in addition to being sold to Zhou Ming at a low price.

"This ......" Zhao Si was stumped all of a sudden.

He had seen seven or eight Tempered Grasses, and the color of Tempered Herbs was getting darker and darker, but because of the problem of white spots, the color of this Tempered Grass in other locations was also different, and even the darkest position was not necessarily the color of the actual vintage.

Because it may have been diluted by white.

"What's the point of you asking such an unanswered question?" Zhao Si tilted his head, "The old man can only judge the age of this herb for more than five hundred years, but more can not be judged! But this kind of question has no meaning at all, the important thing about the medicinal effect of an herb is not a simple year, can a herb of one thousand and one hundred years and a herb of one thousand and ninety-nine years also be clearly distinguished!"

"Maybe it doesn't need to be so clear!" Zhou Ming continued, "Then it's limited to a hundred years, Master Zhao said that this herb is hundreds of years old, more than five hundred years, six hundred years, seven hundred years, eight hundred years, nine hundred years?"

In this way, the division is actually much lower, and it becomes a multiple-choice question with four options.

And Zhou Ming's subtext is that he recognizes what Zhao Si said for more than 500 years.

"This question shouldn't be difficult for Master Zhao, right?"

"Boy, how dare you tease me?"

"The kid doesn't dare, but I really want to ask Master Zhao how many years this herb is!"

"Hmph, old man doesn't know, I don't believe you kid can judge it!"

Zhou Ming said lightly: "I don't know the specific kid, I only know that the approximate year of this herb is around nine hundred and fifty years!"

Zhou Ming's words, everyone present looked at Zhou Ming in surprise.

Zhao Si couldn't even say the time limit of a hundred years, but Zhou Ming actually dared to say about nine hundred and fifty years?

"Nonsense, do you think that if you just say a random number, it will represent the actual answer?" Zhao Si hurriedly scolded.

"Of course this is not said casually!" Zhou Ming slowly began to count the golden tickets, and without looking at Zhao Si, he lowered his head and said, "If Master Zhao doesn't believe it, you can go and see the lines on the body of the calcined grass!"

"Lines? I have already seen them, and the lines can't tell the year at all, I have already counted them on several other strains of Tempered Grass!"

"It really can't be directly proven!" Zhou Ming continued, "But the lines of this plant are more than all the lines of the Tempered Grass you have ever seen, and the higher the vintage, the more the Textures!

"How many small thorns?" Zhao Si hurriedly ran over and began to count.

Zhou Ming ignored Zhao Si, who was still counting!

"The number of small thorns is twenty-seven, and the number of lines is thirty-five!"

"Multiply the two for an approximate age! The higher the vintage, the fewer and fewer thorns, and the more textures there are!"

As for why there are fewer and fewer small thorns, it is very simple, because the medicinal power is restrained.

"It's really about the same! Is this the way to judge the year?" Zhao Si muttered.

"If you don't believe it, you can find other tendon grass to try it! As long as you find a year with a more accurate calten tendon grass and calculate it, you can understand!" Zhou Ming said confidently.

He didn't know how many tens of thousands of herbs he had planted, but he couldn't be clearer about this matter.

"Okay, I'll go check it out, if you let the old man know that you are lying to me, I will make you regret it!"

With that, Zhao Si was about to leave.

"Master Zhao walk slowly, have you forgotten one thing?"