Scientific cultivation of immortals, hard work to become rich

Chapter 13 It's All Routines, I Understand

The moment the newspaper was uncovered, Ye Zhen saw that the pharmacy owner shrank his eyes and stared at the ginseng with an undisguised greed.

At the same time, the leading middle-aged man yelled loudly: "Is this a big stick? Does it look like a carrot to me?" As he spoke, he reached out to grab the ginseng in Ye Zhen's hand.

Ye Zhen dodged sideways, holding him vigilantly.

The middle-aged man suddenly became unhappy: "Little girl, what are you hiding? So many people are watching, are you afraid that I will steal yours? I just want to take a closer look... You don't want me to see it, you must be guilty of guilt right?"

The men who came in with him immediately echoed, "That's right, if it's true, what are you afraid of?"

"This little girl has a guilty conscience and won't let her see. Could it be that she is really using a carrot as a stick to deceive people?"

"I think it's probably a carrot, otherwise why don't you let me see it?"

Those with good intentions gathered to watch, chattering.

Ye Zhen looked at the middle-aged man angrily, pursed her lips and said nothing.

She said happily in her heart, it's all a routine, she understands.

I don't know her routine, do they understand?

So, everyone soon saw that the youngest, naive and ignorant little fat man pulled off the corner of Ye Zhen's clothes, and said angrily: "Elder sister, just look at it, anyway, what we have in our hands is the real thing. Let's see what they have to say!"

"This..." Ye Zhen was obviously shaken: "Then, that's fine."

The pharmacy owner and the big man in the head looked at each other, with greed in their eyes:

After all, he is still young, isn't this a fall into their aggressive method?As long as you get the ginseng, if something goes wrong when you return it, it's none of their business...

"Little girl, don't be nervous, I'm just looking." The middle-aged man stretched out his hand again, and Ye Zhen hesitantly handed it over.

Just when the ginseng wrapped in newspaper was about to fall into the opponent's hands, Ye Zhen quickly retracted her hand.

She looked at the middle-aged man who was about to change his face, and said suspiciously: "Uncle, you... can you really recognize the difference between a stick and a carrot? Otherwise, don't read it."

"I can't recognize it?" The middle-aged man suddenly became unhappy, patted his chest and said triumphantly: "My old Zhang has helped Professor Chu of the Metaphysics Academy to collect the sticks for decades, and I still can't recognize the sticks. With carrots?"

"What a joke."

The people around him also echoed: "Yes, Brother Zhang is a person who runs errands for Xuanyuan Academy. We neighbors all know..."

Ye Zhen's face changed slightly when she heard the words Xuanyuan Academy, and said solemnly, "Are you really from Xuanyuan Academy?" That's really great!

"Can I still lie to you, a little girl?" The middle-aged man laughed, but his eyes couldn't hide his greed: "How about it, little girl, can you show me what you have now?"

He reaches out again.

Full of confidence, he didn't even bother to hide it.

No idea, but Ye Zhen said: "Since you are Professor Chu of the Xuan Academy, and you have handled so many sticks, you should know the effect of sticks, right?"

The middle-aged man nodded reservedly, with a flash of pride in his eyes: "That's natural. Little girl, you..."

Ye Hao said crisply: "Although ginseng is a great tonic, but not everyone can afford it. For example, uncle...you are full of vigor and energy at first glance, dragon spirit and tiger fierceness..."

The middle-aged man said humbly: "Where is it, but my body is indeed okay..."

But Ye Zhen changed the subject and said, "Uncle, with your physical condition, if you rashly take this old mallet, the nosebleeds will probably be minor..."

The middle-aged man frowned: "You want me to test the medicine?"

Ye Zhen tore off a section of the root from the mallet, and said angrily: "You only need to look at it, but it's easy to get in the eyes after all, and you can't convince the crowd. If you, uncle, tried the efficacy of the medicine yourself in front of everyone."

"When the time comes, won't it be clear at a glance whether I am a carrot or a mallet?" She looked at the crowd and said.

Everyone nodded and echoed, "That's the truth."

The middle-aged man and the pharmacy owner looked at each other, with undisguised joy flashing in their eyes.

The middle-aged man shouted even louder: "Then if I eat the roots of your thing, will I not have a nosebleed?"

"Then I'll..." I took my big stick and headed back home.

Before Ye Zhen could say anything, she was interrupted loudly by the middle-aged man:

"If there is nothing wrong with me, it means that this thing of yours is fake, it is a carrot, and you are a bunch of little liars. You little liars will go around deceiving people with a carrot pretending to be a mallet, this thing..."

He pointed to the ginseng in Ye Zhen's hand, and the greed in his eyes was undisguised: "We must stay here today."

Although ginseng is good, it is not a panacea. How can it be effective when you drink it?
When the time comes, won't this centuries-old club be his?

"Yes." Ye Zhen said seriously: "Uncle, since you are from the Xuan Academy, I naturally believe in your character."

Then he said to the crowd watching: "All the uncles, aunts, grandparents, brothers and sisters who are present will also help our brothers and sisters to be witnesses..."

As he spoke, he handed the half of the root to the middle-aged man.

The middle-aged man didn't talk too much, he picked it up and threw it into his mouth, chewed it a few times before swallowing it, and he didn't forget to mutter loudly to everyone: "It smells like carrots, so let me say that yours is fake... "

However, the traditional Chinese medicine store, which was originally quite lively, was eerily quiet for a second.

Obviously something happened that he didn't know about.

But soon, the big man noticed something was wrong: His nose seemed to be itchy?
He subconsciously reached out and wiped it.

In the end... I actually touched blood on my hand!

This, what's going on?

The middle-aged man subconsciously looked up at the pharmacy owner.

The boss was also confused: Did the effect of this medicine come too fast?
Ye Zhen pointed at the face of the middle-aged man, and said to the surrounding people: "Everyone has seen it, we are not liars, this is really a big stick that our brothers and sisters dug into the mountains with great difficulty..."

The efficacy of this medicine is so good that anyone with a discerning eye can see that this is not only a great mallet, but also a top-grade mallet with excellent medicinal effects.

Immediately, the tone changed, and they all marveled at the efficacy of this mallet:

"It's only one hair, so it's made up like this... It's rare to see such a good medicinal effect these days..."

"It's the mallet, that's right!"

"I haven't seen such a good-looking mallet for many years, but it's a pity... this beard is cheap..."

Someone else looked at the pharmacy owner and congratulated him: "Boss Liu, you are lucky to receive such a good mallet!"

But Boss Liu's complexion was not good.

Over the years, he has cooperated with Zhang Huzi and other gangsters in the name of Xuanyuan Academy. Although he has done a lot of bullying and buying and selling, but now it is a society ruled by law, and it is in public...

Now that things have become like this, he doesn't dare to do too much.

At this moment, those who have good things to do don't think it's a big deal, they squeezed forward and asked Ye Zhen: "Little girl, do you still sell this mallet? I will offer you [-]."

After finishing speaking, he gave Boss Liu a meaningful look and raised his eyebrows.

Ye Zhen knew that the person she was waiting for had finally appeared...

(End of this chapter)