A doctor who travels through two eras

Chapter 44 Dragon Boat Race Relationship Face

"It seems that our family is really going to get rich. Although these two ginsengs are not enough to buy a house by the Pearl River, they are enough to ease the family's financial situation and also make my Lingnan Lin's Chinese Medicine Clinic famous, hahahaha~~~"

Lin Musen became very happy, and then he remembered something:
"By the way, how much do these two ginsengs weigh? How much did you spend in total? Did you get the money from selling the tea leaves?"

Lin Sanqi also took a ginseng and sniffed it a few times, as if it could prolong his life:

"This ginseng is 28 grams, and this one is 47 grams. I used tea leaves to establish a good relationship with the director of the 59 Chinese Medicine Hospital and the director of the pharmacy. Then one was the special one, and the other was the first-class one. In the end, they sold it to me at the price of the third-class one. The total cost was about 1800 yuan."

"1800 yuan? If you calculate it based on a monthly salary of 3 or 40 yuan, it was a sky-high price in 59. A treasure is a treasure. No matter what era it is, ordinary people can't afford it."

"What treasure? I sold 20 kilograms of jasmine tea and 10 kilograms of Longjing tea and got 2300 yuan. Look, I still have more than 500 yuan left after buying the ginseng. For us, these two hundred-year-old ginsengs are just like picking them up for free."

Hehehe~~~ The father and son were laughing happily.

"By the way, Dad, how are you going to sell this ginseng?"

"A dragon boat race is going to be held tomorrow. Our Shilou Lin family will also have a dragon boat team going out. When the race comes, Mr. Lin Heming, our relative from Xiangjiang, will come back to worship the ancestors and watch the dragon boat race. He is the one who purchased the century-old ginseng this time."

In Dongguan Province, almost every village has relatives living overseas or in Hong Kong and Macao.

Especially Xiangjiang, because it is closest to Huadu, there has been a lot of population movement between the two places over the past hundred years. Many Lin clansmen from Shilou Village also settled in Xiangjiang.

Lin Heming is a small capitalist in Hong Kong. His family is estimated to have assets worth hundreds of millions, but any more is gone.

If you are a big capitalist, you only need to open your mouth and there will be plenty of people who will deliver century-old ginseng to your door. This is the foundation of a wealthy family.

A hundred-year-old wild ginseng is already a very rare thing. In addition, Lin Heming is not a wealthy family, so he can only purchase a hundred-year-old ginseng through public acquisition.

Lin Sanqi asked curiously, "Dad, how much is this uncle from Xiangjiang willing to offer?"

Lin Musen took out his phone, clicked on the "Lin Clan Group" on WeChat, pointed to a message inside and said:
"Look, the other party's offer is between 200 million and 300 million, which is only a medium price, so we can just take out this 27-gram wild ginseng. As for this 48-gram wild ginseng, how can a mere 300 million be enough?"

"Okay, I'll listen to Dad."

Lin Musen was delighted to see the good thing and wanted to keep this 48-gram special century-old wild ginseng as a family heirloom.

In case he gets old and is about to die and can't hold on any longer, I can get some ginseng beard and boil it into soup. Maybe he can come back from the gates of hell and live a few more years.

At night, Lin Sanqi did not travel back to the year 59. After all, one day here was only one hour there.

The next morning, Lin Sanqi was awakened by the sound of gongs and drums in the village.

At the entrance of the Lin Family Ancestral Hall, 40 young and middle-aged Lin family members were already dressed in uniform and ready to go. Although each of them was tanned, their expressions were determined.

The clan leader and village chief, Uncle Lin Peidong, smiled until his eyes were slits, and patted the dragon boat team members on the shoulders to encourage them: "Look at Pingzi's momentum, he is worthy of being a cadre. Our Shilou Village will win this year!" (Lin Yangping, Deputy Director of the Personnel Bureau of Tianhe District)
"Wow, Liangzi, how did you grow such muscles? The harder the better, the better, just to kill those idiots in Pingle Village!" (Lin Yaliang, security captain of Shilou Property Company, retired special forces soldier)

"Hangzi, I heard that you were an hour late for training yesterday. If you lose today, I will skin you alive!" (Lin Hang, CEO of Feihang Real Estate Company)
"Xuzi, do you have the confidence to defeat Pingle Village today? Yes, good, you are such a good boy." (Lin Jixu, Director of Tianhe Experimental Middle School)

"Chenzi, keep up the good work. You won first place in the dragon boat race today. Let Afang give birth to a big fat son tomorrow." (Lin Chen is the cousin who sells tea to Lin Sanqi)
Uncle Lin walked around all the dragon boat team members and encouraged them personally.

In the eyes of the old patriarch, these Lin family members are not divided into high and low status. No matter whether you are an official, a boss, or selling pork in the village market, you are all Lin family members.

Once you get on the dragon boat, you represent the Shilou Lin family.

"You are all good, obedient and handsome boys of the Lin family. You are not like those bone-melting dragons in Pingle Village, who are all ugly and look like they eat shit. So today, we must defeat Pingle Village and show the prestige of Shilou Village. Grandpa, please come to the main gate of the ancestral hall and have a dragon boat dinner!"

"it is good!!!"

The 40 young and middle-aged men of the Lin family roared in unison, drawing praises from the villagers of Shilou Village.

Uncle Lin waved his hand and said, "Let's go!"

For a moment, the village was filled with the sound of firecrackers, colorful flags waving, and gongs and drums beating. The villagers standing on the roadside kept shouting to their children and nephews to cheer on.

The same scene occurred in "Pingle Village" next to Shilou Village.

At the entrance of the Yin Clan Ancestral Hall in Pingle Village, Yin Jishui, the head of the Yin Clan and the head of Pingle Village, was also encouraging the young men in the village:
"Remember this, you must fight to the death today, even if you die of exhaustion, you must crush those losers in Shilou Village. You can lose to any team, but you cannot lose to Shilou Village, otherwise I will punish you according to my family rules!!!"

The 40 dragon boatmen from Pingle Village also shouted, "Defeat Shilou Village!"

Yin Jishui personally took the gongs and drums and beat them all the way, escorting the young and strong people in the village to the competition venue.

If you use a drone to take photos from the altitude, outsiders will not be able to tell the difference between Shilou Village and Pingle Village.
Because the two villages are closely connected, with houses connected to each other, it is impossible to tell where the village boundary is.

Only locals know that Shilou Village and Pingle Village are two distinct villages. The two villages are separated by the Shahe River in the center of the village, with Shilou Village on the north side and Pingle Village on the south side.

Although the two villages have been neighbors for generations, they have never gotten along with each other. It is estimated that their ancestors once had fierce conflicts over water and land, so the two villagers are like enemies who are extremely jealous of each other when they meet.

Shahe River is very narrow, with the narrowest width of the river being no more than 5 meters and the widest being no more than 20 meters. As the boundary river between two villages, there are only two ancient bridges for traffic.

Since ancient times, when villagers from two villages quarreled, they would often curse at each other across the river, you curse me and I curse you, and then they would look for help from each other, and both sides would curse at each other, just like the folk songs of Guangxi.

Of course, fighting no longer exists. Decades ago, there were fights, and it was common for people to get blood on their scalps. Now in this civilized society, gentlemen use their mouths rather than their fists.

The only opportunity to fight is the annual Dragon Boat Race during the Dragon Boat Festival.

(End of this chapter)