In this era, walking a dog does not need to be leashed, and no one will say anything.

What's more, Wangcai is very obedient and basically follows him.

After walking around the pigeon market for a while, Zhou Jimin suddenly saw someone selling ginseng.

Wet ginseng, still with earth.

"How do you sell it?"

Seven taels are ginseng and eight taels are treasures, and they are talking about dry weight.

The other party is a person who wraps a scarf around his face, he can't tell his age, and his voice is a little hoarse, so he guesses he is a young and middle-aged person.

In the era of scarcity, ginseng could not be sold at a price.

The price of ordinary ginseng is 20 or 30 yuan per catty, and the price of ginseng that is 100 years old or more ranges from hundreds to hundreds of yuan.

Although ginseng is known as the king of herbs, it is also said to be a year.

The middle-aged man reported a number, 30 yuan.

Honestly, the price, expensive!

But for Zhou Jimin, it was not expensive, but he still bargained.

There is no ginseng in the capital area, and the ginseng in front of him should have been dug from the side of Changbai Mountain, but why did he still carry soil instead of dried goods, he didn't ask.

In an era when everything had to be produced and sold according to the plan, how ginseng came from cannot be asked in detail.

After some bargaining, seeing that he really couldn't cut it, Zhou Jimin had to take out two pieces of unity and a few 1 yuan bills.

Wrapped the good ginseng in newspaper, and Zhou Jimin put it directly in the satchel behind him.

In fact, he has been sent to the bottom space and found a remote corner to plant.

Miraculously, the ginseng had to enter the space, and it actually shook slightly.

It's just that the current environment doesn't allow it, otherwise, he will have to go in and check it out.

Just as he was about to leave, the man suddenly asked in a low voice: Do you want dried ginseng?

Of course, Zhou Jimin was interested.

When even followed each other out of the pigeon market.

Turning left and right in the city, Zhou Jimin's patience was almost exhausted, and he came to a compound in an alley.

There must have been a lot of people living nearby, but now it's dark, and everyone is sleeping soundly.

Pushing open the door, there was a smell of animal fish.

Zhou Jimin, who followed quietly, didn't say anything.

"I'm sorry, comrade, please sit down for a while, and bring the goods immediately."

Soon, the other party brought a bundle of ginseng from the inside.

This shocked Zhou Jimin a lot, so much?

Isn't ginseng weighed in how many taels?

Why did the weighing unit become a bundle?

If you take a closer look, it is indeed sun-dried ginseng, but most of it is four or five taels, which is barely a treasure.

He was a little disappointed, but still asked about the price.

The price is not cheap, after all, the other party is transported to the capital from Changbai Mountain, and it also needs to earn a little.

After some bargaining, Zhou Jimin accepted it.

Although I don't know what these four or five taels of ginseng can do, it seems that it is not impossible to cook soup and drink it.

It takes decades for ginseng to grow, and seven taels is basically more than 50 years.

After completing the transaction, the other party also asked Zhou Jimin if he wanted animal fur.

The fur of the animals was very well preserved, and his favorite was the snow-white fox skins and a tiger skin.

"Okay, I'll have all of them."

After selecting several tickets, Zhou Jimin gave the money to the other party and stayed for a while before turning around and leaving.

Back in the courtyard, the sky has turned up the white of the fish's belly.

Yan Bugui is pasting a couplet on the door of his house, because today is New Year's Day.

To be honest, although the third master is an out-and-out old pick, this word really has nothing to say, it's really beautiful.

As soon as the three masters who finished pasting the couplet turned around, they saw Zhou Jimin and Wangcai behind him, and their faces turned white with fright.

"Jimin, is this your dog?"

"That's right, three masters, your words are really good."

As soon as he heard this, the three masters immediately grinned, feeling that business was coming, and they were about to be modest for a few words, and then asked Zhou Jimin to buy two couplets.

Who knew that before he could speak, Zhou Jimin turned his head and went home.

He was suddenly anxious, and was about to step forward to grab the fat sheep and slaughter it a few times, but he didn't expect Wangcai to suddenly turn around and grin at him.

Ga!

The third master was suddenly frightened, and hurriedly took a few steps back, not daring to make any more moths.

What couplets to post on New Year's Day?

Zhou Jimin didn't think about this, he prepared food and red envelopes for the four little ones, which is much more than a couplet.

The four little ones got up very early today, because today is a good day to go out and play, so they got up early.

So, when Zhou Jimin came back, he happened to see them brushing their teeth side by side at the door of the house.

"Cauldron, gogogo!"

The little goldfish who shouted foam in his mouth, spoke leaky, pointed at Wangcai with great excitement and excitement, and his big eyes were shining.

There are dogs in the North Sea, and their names are Wangcai, so the big pot stews Wangcai?

Wangcai paused, and took a step back with some fear.

Because it was trained by Zhou Jimin, he knew that this was the little master.

Looking at the little goldfish, Zhou Jimin also noticed that Wangcaiju retreated, and couldn't help but look weird.

"Oh, this is the big dog you talk about every day, it's called Wangcai, you brush your teeth and wash up and play with it."

As soon as these words came out, the little goldfish cheered again, but Wangcai was extremely resentful, feeling that the dog was going to suffer.

Zhou Shuqing and the others also approached curiously to take a closer look.

Although Wangcai was big and looked mighty, the four little ones were also a little scared, but out of trust in their eldest brother and Wangcai's anthropomorphic dog face, they were not so afraid.

The neighbors looked at this scene and sighed: braised or hot pot?

Children such as slugs, Wang Yaya, Xiaodang and Yan Jiedi watched from afar with fear and curiosity.

Meng Zitong ran behind the little goldfish and chatted with the latter in surprise, startled, and quite interesting to watch.

Jia Zhang couldn't get used to this scene and couldn't help but scold.

Her son Jia Dongxu also said a few sour words, and the stick terrier looked at it resentfully, but he didn't take any action.

After being cleaned up by Zhou Jimin a few times, the stick terrier is much more honest.

You can't be the neighbors of the Huohuo Courtyard, you can only Huohuo outside the people.

Xu Damao is not married, nor has he yet raised a hen, and there is nothing in other homes that can be harmed by stick terriers, so recently, the courtyard has been a lot calmer.

As for Jia Zhang's family, after experiencing a free package to eat and stay, he has grown a lot.

Every time I hid at home and cursed, I didn't dare to run in front of Zhou Jimin and speak loudly.

It's just that seeing Zhou Jimin come back with Wangcai today, Jia Zhang's hatred and jealousy can no longer be suppressed.

The laughter of the little goldfish and Meng Zitong came from his ears, but Jia Zhang felt particularly harsh.

"My good grandson, don't worry, grandma will avenge you, and we will eat meat every day in the future."

The stick terrier glanced at his grandmother, did not speak, and looked at the Zhou family, and swallowed his saliva unconsciously.

At the door of Zhou's house, it didn't take long for the little goldfish to become familiar with Wangcai.

"Stop playing, go wash your hands and eat, Tongtong will also go wash your hands and eat together."

Meng Zitong shook her head and whispered that she had eaten it herself, who knew that her stomach was rumbling uncontrollably, which immediately made her blush.

The little goldfish hurriedly turned around and took her little hand and washed her hands together.

Shaking his head and smiling, Zhou Jimin did not continue to talk more.

Sitting at the dining table, Meng Zitong swallowed his saliva unconsciously, Brother Zhou's family is so good, three meals a day, and there is meat at once.

In her house, there are only two meals a day, except for the dinner that invited Zhou Jimin's family before, she has never eaten meat again.