From the common herbs to those fifty and hundred-year-old Polygonum multiflorum and ginseng, Huang Yaoshi's face went from red to pale as he examined them.
"These ginseng, where did they come from?" Huang Yaoshi's old eyes had seen all sorts of ginseng and he could easily distinguish the differences between the artificially cultivated garden ginseng and wild ginseng, judging by their heads, skin, whiskers, and patterns.
The ginseng sent by Xiao Xian didn't seem to be wild nor cultivated from the garden. For a moment, even Huang Yaoshi couldn't figure it out.
"Stop trying to guess. I grew these myself. I can't guarantee they are better than wild ginseng, but they definitely won't be inferior. Otherwise, Master Huang, your hair and beard might fall off just like Uncle Mao's," Xiao Xian joked while fondling Huang Yaoshi's beard, "If you're not sure, why not try it first? If the effect is good, then sell it."
