Chapter 50 My family’s parameters are unclear
Half an hour later, when everyone in the ancestral hall was waiting impatiently, Lin Sanqi finally arrived.
And not only Lin Sanqi, but also Lin Bingqiao also came. The brother and sister carefully walked into the ancestral hall holding a large pile of wooden boxes.
Lin Musen felt happy when he saw his son and daughter coming:
"Qizai, you are here."
Lin Sanqi carefully placed several boxes on the table, then wiped her sweat and said:
"Grandpas and dads, I picked out some wild ginseng at home. This one is 20 years old, this one is 30 years old, this one is 40 years old, and there are 50 years, 60 years, 70 years, and so on. All from the 1980s.
Oh, by the way, the wild ginseng in my little sister's arms is the most precious. According to expert determination, it is over 150 years old. ”
After saying that, Lin Sanqi raised her eyebrows at her father.
There was a tacit understanding between father and son. Lin Musen thought that his son must have urgently transferred a batch of ginseng from 1959 to serve as a front man, so he pretended to complain:
"Oh, you kid, I just want you to bring a wild ginseng. Why do you bring so many? I'll make you tired."
Lin Sanqi also pretended to smile honestly:
"It's all my fault that I didn't hear clearly. I thought Uncle Wu and the guests from Xiangjiang wanted to see wild ginseng from different years, so I took it upon myself to bring a few more ginseng."
Lin Musen waved his hand:
"Okay, just bring it and forget it. You and A-Bing can go out first. The adults are here and nothing will happen without you kids."
"Okay, Grandpa, Fifth Uncle, Wu Sheng, Dadou, let's go out first!"
Lin Bingqiao was stunned when she walked out of the ancestral hall. Although she was only a high school girl, how could a child from a family of traditional Chinese medicine not understand the preciousness of wild ginseng?
"Brother, am I dreaming? When did we have so many ginseng hidden in our house? How much can we sell it for?"
Lin Sanqi shrugged, "How do I know? Is it normal for my dad to open a traditional Chinese medicine clinic with ginseng?"
"But my dad is so rich, why is our family still so poor? Everyone else has an iPhone, but I only have a phone watch."
Seeing the aggrieved little sister, Lin Sanqi felt uncomfortable.
If it weren't for the purpose of monitoring Lin Bingqiao's route to and from school every day, the Lin family might not even buy a phone watch. While other girls were showing off which brand of phone they had and what model their iPad was, Lin Bingqiao had nothing.
The little girl is sensible and will never clamor for this or that.
But it was precisely because of this sensibility that Lin Sanqi felt even more uncomfortable. When I went to college to watch movies with my girlfriend, go out to restaurants, or open a hotel, which one didn't require money?
But the Lin family only has so much money. If there are more brothers, there will naturally be less sisters.
Lin Sanqi touched her sister’s head:
"Isn't it easy to get a mobile phone? I have made the decision. I will accompany you to the mall in the evening and I will give you the latest iPhone15!"
In the ancestral hall, Uncle Lin, Lin Heming, and Master Wu were all shocked by the Versailles of the Lin family and his son.
Can you just take out a bunch of wild ginseng, ranging from 20 years old to 150 years old? What kind of family is this? Is this going to heaven?
Lin Heming's family has hundreds of millions of assets, but he still pursues hard to buy a century-old ginseng, but in this Shilou Village, Lin Musen is selling it like a carrot?
This simply subverts people's three views.
Also shocked was Uncle Lin.
As the clan leader and village chief, Uncle Lin knew the economic conditions of Lin Musen's family. He couldn't understand how this nephew's family became prosperous overnight.
Could it be that Lin Musen had been pretending to be poor before? Pretend to be a pig and eat the tiger?
I can't figure it out and I don't want to think about it anymore. Shilou Village's village-level assets are tens of billions. As the chairman of Shilou Property, Grandpa Lin will naturally not covet a few ginseng roots of his clan nephew.
He was here today to be a witness and support the Lin family. "Asen, open all the ginseng boxes and let Master Wu from Xiangjiang identify them."
"Okay grandpa!"
Lin Musen opened the boxes one by one, revealing a branch of wild ginseng inside, which instantly blinded the eyes of people in Xiangjiang.
Master Wu ignored etiquette and pounced on him, then carefully assessed:
“This, this pair of 20-year-old wild ginseng.”
“This 30-year-old is also right.”
……
"Wow, this 50-year-old wild ginseng is better than the treasure in our store, it's amazing."
Master Wu picked up 48 grams of 150-year-old wild ginseng and looked up and down with a magnifying glass...
Half an hour later, Master Wu straightened up, cupped his fists towards Lin Musen, and said sincerely:
"Lin Sheng, Mr. Wu is not good at medicine. These ginsengs of yours are absolutely true and are of the highest quality. Please forgive my ignorance. I have only seen this century-old super-grade ginseng once. I am inexperienced and almost unjustly accused. ”
You show a hundred years of life at once, and the appearance is so good that the other party doesn't dare to appraise it.
But if you sort it by year and take out the ginseng one by one, you can clearly see the growth process of the ginseng.
It's like you haven't seen the other person for 50 years, and you may not recognize them at once.
But if the other person takes out photos of himself from the age of 10 to 50, and watches the other person grow up slowly, and his appearance and temperament change little by little, you can be sure who the other person is.
The key is that there are not many people who can take out so many authentic special-grade wild ginseng in one go. To be honest, there are not many people in the entire Huadu and the entire Xiangjiang.
If Master Wu still questions Lin Musen's strength at this time, then there is really a problem with both his medical skills and his ethics.
The most Versailles person at this time is Lin Musen. He was holding his breath before, but now he is relieved and his face looks better:
"Mr. Wu is a famous Chinese herbalist in Xiangjiang. We are half of the same profession. As the saying goes, we don't know each other until we fight, haha."
The same thing that turned sunny was Lin Heming, who quickly came out to smooth things over:
"Okay, okay, our Lin family is full of talents. Asen is really doing his own thing and making a name for himself. Master Wu, what do you think of 150-year-old ginseng..."
Lin Musen didn’t want to sell 150 servings of ginseng. This wild ginseng was very precious in 1959, let alone now? It will be difficult to want it again in the future.
"Uncle Wu, this 150-year-old has been reserved..."
Lin Heming felt pity after hearing this, so he had to look at another 115 vintage:
"Then this one..."
Master Wu said truthfully:
"Last year, there was a 30-gram century-old wild ginseng in Xiangjiang, which was auctioned for more than 3 million yuan. Although Lin Sheng's wild ginseng is 3 grams less, it is in better condition. If it goes up for auction, it should be more than 3 million yuan."
Speaking of money, the atmosphere was a little weird.
It is human nature for sellers to want to sell at a high price and to buy at a lower price.
Business is a process of bargaining and compromise.
At the critical moment, it was Uncle Lin who gave the final word:
"As for my family, Asen is at a disadvantage. Referring to last year's auction price, it was 3 million!"
(End of chapter)