After the meal, Ding Changhai took out a piece of wild roe deer meat about three kilograms from his bag, put it on the side of his nose and smelled it.

"This is wild roe deer meat, marinated and dried, it's not bad yet, auntie, you can try it."

"What roe deer meat?" Wang Sumei hadn't heard of it at all, and looked at the lump of red meat that was a little dry in surprise.

Jiang Xinyu has never eaten roe deer meat, this thing is a national protected animal, but I heard that the meat tastes very good.

If she lived, she would definitely not be able to take this mouthful, it was all broken down into pieces of meat, and she had to taste what it was like to take two bites. I heard that roe deer is stupid, and it is not illegal to eat it in this era.

It may be that there are too many people who hunt it, and the number will be greatly reduced, and it will become a national protected animal in the future.

Song Yahui is now a dishwasher at home, and Wang Sumei asked him to boil a big pot of hot water for Ding Changhai to wash for a while.

In addition to roe deer meat, there is also a jar of wine soaked with ginseng whiskers.

"You take it all home, it's not cheap." Wang Sumei refused to accept it.

Ding Changhai said: "I brought home something, these are gifts for you, this wine is brewed by my uncle's family, no money, occasionally drink a small half cup of ginseng wine, it is good for the body." My uncle's house still uses snakes to make wine, and I don't even dare to drink a sip when I look at it..."

Wang Sumei: "I'm a good girl..."

Brewing wine with snakes, she got goosebumps just by listening to it.

After talking for a while, Jiang Xinyu got to the point and talked to him about the raisin problem in Xinjiang Province.

"Brother Changhai is righteous, he is willing to give me half of the goods that he has worked so hard to collect, and the last batch of raisins in Xinjiang Province this year is only three tons and one quantity, and I will also give you half of it."

Ding Changhai hesitated, "Isn't there enough in your shop to sell?"

People do things sincerely, Jiang Xinyu also wants to be sincere, cooperation is on both sides, and one party is not happy to take advantage of the other.

"It's enough to sell, and now there are still people delivering goods to our shop, and there are many kinds in the shop, not bad one."

Ding Changhai thought about it and said: "Don't give me half of it, my money has been invested in it, after the harvest this autumn, I have harvested a lot of crops that can extract oil, and I bought a machine from the oil factory in the city to extract oil. Come to the Northeast, the money in hand is almost spent. Give me a ton of raisins, if the dried fruits from other Xinjiang provinces in your shop come in again, a total of 2,000 yuan of goods will be bought for me a year ago, and the freight will be deducted this time, and I will mail you the money in the rest of January, and our county is not as good as the capital, and the goods for 2,000 yuan should be able to sell for more than half a year..."

To put it bluntly, the exchange between the two is to share the source of goods, Ding Changhai showed Jiang Xinyu all the lists recorded in this receipt, proving that he didn't earn a penny from her, and he gave her whatever price he collected.

Jiang Xinyu also had bills here, and Ding Changhai was silent when he saw the freight in Xinjiang Province.

It's really expensive, and the freight is higher than the price of the goods themselves.

"Brother Changhai, your store can be opened in the city, there are more people with purchasing power in the city, and business is better."

Ding Changhai naturally knows this truth, but it is not easy to open a shop in the county, he still rents a house on the street, which has been transformed into a shop, and as for the city, it is in vain to find a suitable place.

Selling grain and dried fruits is still secondary, and he feels that oil extraction is more promising, after all, every household needs oil for stir-frying and cooking.

"Brother Changhai, what is the price of those three ginseng plants? Is there so much ginseng over there?"

Wang Sumei was also very curious.

She hadn't seen ginseng, but she had heard of it, and knew that it could prolong life and was very valuable.

"Can ginseng bring the dead back to life? Can it give people life?"

If Chen Jinhua eats ginseng, will his body be fine?

Wang Sumei immediately thought of Chen Jinhua, who had incurable cancer.

Jiang Xinyu almost sprayed the water she had just drunk in.

"Mom, if ginseng can come back to life, there must be no old monster in the world who will never die, and it is impossible to say whether it will continue to live."

Wang Sumei was disappointed: "That's it

Why is it so expensive?"

Ding Changhai said: "This kind of naturally long and rare thing will definitely not be cheap. There are people who specialize in collecting ginseng there, and now the market price is 30 to 51 catties, but picking ginseng is not an easy task, and it is normal to get nothing for a few months. Now there are already people secretly planting over there, and when it floods, it is estimated that it will not be worth much."

Scarce is expensive, not to mention the difference between the medicinal value of wild and artificially cultivated ones, this amount has gone up, and he feels that the price must fall.

"The three plants add up to eighty yuan, the fifty-year-old one is more expensive, and the size is also big, no matter what people sell, brother and sister, I didn't cheat you."

This price is quite expensive, but Jiang Xinyu can accept it.

"What is this saying, we must believe you, you must be tired all the way, wash and scrub and rest quickly."

When the child woke up, he cried, and Jiang Xinyu went to the house to see that he was really wetting the bed.

She was really convinced, pinching his nose, "I'm almost a year and a half old, and I still wet the bed when I sleep."

Who told her how old a child must be without wetting the bed?

After cleaning up, Wang Sumei entered the house to see what the ginseng looked like.

Jiang Xinyu said, "Mom, you can send this big one to Chen Yi's father another day."

After a pause, she said, "Take two of them, and let's keep a small one for ourselves."

Wang Sumei's eyes lit up, "Can this thing give people life?" Is Chen Yi's father good after eating? Even if it's not perfect, how many more years can you live?"

This can make Jiang Xinyu ask stuck, she said after a while

"I don't know if it's useful, but it should be beneficial."

She gave ginseng to Chen Jinhua, even if it was to return the favor.

After thinking about it, she added, "You can also take Yan Yan over to accompany him, he must be in a good mood."

Wang Sumei said with low interest: "You can go with the child next week, otherwise Feng Man will be unhappy to see me."

It's better to have one less thing or one less thing.

Ding Changhai lived at home for two days, and went to the market with Song Yahui every day, saying that he had no money, and bought a bunch of gadgets to take home.

As soon as December begins, the first snow falls in the capital.

It was cold, Professor Yu was sick, and their classes were replaced by other teachers.

Jiang Xinyu boiled red dates and pear soup at home, put it in a deep pole and carried it to his dormitory at school.

She thought that Song Minghan was not lightly injured by Chen Jinhua last time, and he should not have recovered yet, and Professor Yu must have no one to take care of him.

The temperature in the dormitory was a little higher than outside, and the fire in the stove was half dead.

Professor Yu just got up from the bed when he saw it.

Jiang Xinyu poured him the soup, beckoned him to drink it while it was hot, and added coal to the stove.

"If your face is so red, you must have a fever, is there any medicine? I'll go to the infirmary and get a hygienist to come and show you."

Already short and thin, this disease, the sides of the cheeks look like no flesh