He started by killing his abusive father, and from then on, he embarked on the road to wealth.

Chapter 22 Selling Ginseng

After the mother and daughter got off the oxcart and paid the fare, Meng Fuqing waited until the oxcart was far away before asking, "Mother, is there anything you want to ask me?"

Shan Qiyu looked at her daughter and gently shook her head. "Qingqing, I can see that you're sensible. There's been a lot going on at home lately, but you've done a great job, you couldn't have done better. I just feel sorry for you..."

Meng Fuqing said helplessly, "Mother, after I injured my head, I realized that letting others bully me will not end well. Every time my father beat people, I wanted to fight him to the death, but I was afraid. I never thought he would die like this."

Now I want our family to live well, and I'll rely on ourselves. But please rest assured, I know what I'm doing.

Shan Qiyu nodded repeatedly, speechless for a moment.

Meng Fuqing stopped in her tracks: "Mother, let's split up. You go sell handkerchiefs, and I'll sell ginseng. We'll meet at the grain and oil shop after we've sold everything."

Shan Qiyu wasn't worried that Meng Fuqing would be fooled by the pharmacy. She simply gave him a few instructions and then headed to her usual handkerchief shop.

Meng Fuqing stretched his neck and, instead of rushing to sell ginseng, looked around the street.

Shili Town was a relatively bustling town, but it was still a bit deserted for Meng Fuqing, who was used to lively scenes before the apocalypse.

Using the original owner's memories, she slowly walked toward the pharmacy that the original owner frequented.

The pharmacy is called Sifang Xiaoguan, which doesn't sound like a typical pharmacy name, but business is pretty good.

The young apprentice at the door clearly recognized the original owner of this body. As soon as he saw her, he smiled and said, "Oh, it's been a long time. What good stuff have you brought this time?"

He then led the people into the museum.

Meng Fuqing knew his name was Tian Qi and said, "Some common herbs. Where is your shopkeeper?"

"A man who had suddenly fallen ill arrived a quarter of an hour ago, and the shopkeeper went to the backyard to help."

Seeing that the basket behind her wasn't full, Tian Qi assumed there wasn't anything good in it and didn't want to go to the backyard.

"Please sit down and wait. The manager will be here soon. I'll go to the front and get busy. Just let me know if you need anything."

As he spoke, he disappeared without a trace.

The pharmacy was bustling with activity, and there was nowhere for Meng Fuqing to sit. She wandered around in front of the rows of medicine cabinets as if nothing was wrong.

She would occasionally ask the young pharmacist working at the counter what medicine was sold and what price it was, which annoyed the pharmacist so much that he would roll his eyes at her.

As it stands, the fastest way to make money is to go up the mountain to collect rare medicinal herbs and sell them. There's only one small restaurant in Shili Town, so you can't compare prices from different vendors. You should find out the price of the herbs first, and then go to the county town to ask if you have the chance. That way you'll have a better idea of ​​what's going on.

At this moment, two servants dressed as servants walked in, one tall and one short. As soon as they came in, they asked the medicine boy for high-quality ginseng and deer antler.

The young apprentice clearly knew whose servants they were, and said with a fawning smile, "Gentlemen, we have deer antler in our pharmacy, but as for ginseng... a patient with a sudden illness just arrived, and the remaining ginseng was given to him. The new ginseng won't arrive for a few days, so perhaps you should wait..."

The two servants were clearly unhappy. The taller one slammed his hand on the counter, practically showing his nose in the air: "My master usually patronizes your business quite a bit, and now we have to wait for a ginseng? Do you even want to do business with us in the future?!"

Seeing that things were not going well, Tian Qi, who was greeting guests outside, quietly ran to the backyard to call for help.

Meng Fuqing watched the show from the sidelines, showing no intention of taking out his ginseng.

The young apprentice was clearly struggling to keep up and could only resort to stalling tactics. "Please wait a moment, gentlemen. My manager will be here shortly. Have some tea first..."

He made room for the two of them to sit down and served them tea.

Before long, the pharmacy owner, reeking of blood, arrived before the two.

The shopkeeper was a middle-aged man with a respectable face and a long beard. He asked the two servants, "I wonder if Master Lin is unwell? Why is he in such a hurry?"

Master Lin? That title sounds so familiar. Meng Fuqing was momentarily lost in thought.

Facing the shopkeeper, the two servants were not as arrogant as before, but they were not very respectful either. "My master wants to give this to the lord in the county town. He needs it urgently, is that not allowed?"

In reality, some of the family's precious medicinal herbs had been given to her family by the most favored concubine, the fifteenth concubine, a few days ago. The old master had gone too far with his play, which was why they were in such a hurry to use them.

The shopkeeper, unfazed by this, asked, "How many years of ginseng do you two require?"

"It will take at least twenty years."

The shopkeeper looked troubled. He had wanted to borrow some from home, but the vintage was not enough.

Meng Fuqing noticed his predicament and spoke up at the right moment: "Shopkeeper, why don't you take a look at my ginseng? I think it meets the requirements of the two brothers."

Everyone turned to look at her. When the shopkeeper saw Meng Fuqing, a relieved smile appeared on his face. "Oh, it's you! Did you find ginseng while gathering herbs?"

"Please take a look, shopkeeper."

Meng Fuqing carefully took the ginseng out of the basket. "This is also the first time I've picked ginseng. I was afraid that processing it myself would damage its medicinal properties, so I just dried it briefly."

The shopkeeper carefully wrapped the ginseng in a handkerchief, picked it up to examine it, and after a long while nodded and said, "It's a wild ginseng that's over thirty years old, and it was dug up intact."

He looked at the two servants, and seeing that they also showed satisfied expressions, he asked Meng Fuqing, "Do you want to sell it directly to Master Lin, or..."

The tall servant immediately said, "Don't worry, my master is always generous and won't let you suffer any losses."

Buying directly from the seller is naturally the best option, as they can also profit from it.

Meng Fuqing glanced at the two men. "Don't laugh at me, shopkeeper, but I've never sold such valuable medicinal herbs before. Shopkeeper, you have a good eye, and we have a deep friendship. I still want to sell them to the pharmacy. Besides, this ginseng needs to be processed by an experienced hand to preserve its medicinal properties. What do you think, shopkeeper?"

She remembered who Master Lin was.

Meng Shaoyuan wanted to sell the original owner to this wealthy man as a concubine. According to the servant, he had already married fifteen wives and was going to marry a sixteenth wife in a few days. Who was it?

She had a bad feeling.

The shopkeeper looked at Meng Fuqing in surprise. He had dealt with this girl before and knew that she was taciturn, but now she seemed to have changed.

He smiled and said, "If you sell it to me, I certainly won't let you suffer a loss."

The two servants grew impatient. "If you just sell it to us, you'll at least gain favor with the Lin family. Why are you being so stubborn?"

Meng Fuqing didn't want the Lin family's favor, knowing she would offend them sooner or later anyway, so she said directly, "In that case, would you two be willing to buy it for five hundred taels?"

The two servants simultaneously widened their eyes, "Are you robbing me?!"

“I know that Master Lin is wealthy, and I know that you are in a hurry to get it, so I am not worried that you can’t come up with five hundred taels.”

The tall servant then realized that the little girl in front of him was not as obedient as she appeared on the surface; she was clearly a black-hearted person, and she was unequivocally black-hearted and self-righteous about it.

If the master hadn't been in such a hurry, he would have preferred to make the trip to the county town.

"Hmph, I'll remember you." He stared intently at Meng Fuqing.