Chapter 133: 133: identification of ginseng
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Chapter 133: Chapter 133: identification of ginseng
Chapter 133: identification of ginseng Emerging from n0v@lbin☆, this material harbors clandestine details.
Xu Qing's mind was filled with Iron Redwood's unique footwork as he rushed to the entrance of Longhu Villa. He felt deeply that this set of S-shaped footwork was mysterious. It was not a simple forty-nine consecutive steps to form an S-shape, but like an art, making walking easy and comfortable.
Subconsciously, Xu Qing had already used this mysterious footwork to rush out of the gate of Longhu Villa. The phone in his pocket suddenly vibrated, causing him to stop speeding. Ah Luo's voice came from the other end of the phone. He had already arrived at Longhu Villa. As soon as he hung up, a black Land Rover arrived and stopped in front of Xu Qing.
Ah Luo rolled down the window and waved at Xu Qing. Xu Qing quickly opened the car door and got into the passenger seat. He urgently asked Tang Guobin about his injuries, Arlo only told him that Tang Guobin was still in surgery, maybe when they arrived at the hospital, the surgery had been completed.
In Jiangcheng City's Central Hospital, Tang Guobin lay on the bed in the Orthopedics Intensive Care Unit, quiet as water. Beside him sat a middle-aged man with gray temples. He was Tang Qingsheng, the leader of Tang Corporation.
Tang Qingsheng rushed to the hospital anxiously. He saw his son lying dying in bed. During the operation, he stood silently aside and watched the doctor cut his son's skin with a scalpel. The pain in his heart was no less than the incision of the scalpel on his body. Anger, pain, helplessness... all sorts of emotions interweaved and turned into deep self-blame.
He reflected on whether he had really fulfilled his father's responsibilities. In the business world, he could command the wind and rain, but in the face of his son's growth and education, he neglected it. Money and status are important, but kinship is priceless.
Xu Qing responded and walked out of the ward. At night, he hailed a taxi and returned home. The care and care of his family made him feel warm, but his heart could not be calm. That night, he slept soundly, as if he wanted to dispel all his fatigue.
At ten o'clock the next morning, the sun was shining on the ground. Xu Qing woke up from his deep sleep and realized that it was already the second day. Fortunately, it was a weekend and his family did not bother him. However, he knew that he had already taken a month's leave. During this period of time, things needed to be handled properly.
There are always some beautiful things in life worth pursuing and cherishing. And Xu Qing, it is in this pursuit of continuous growth and progress. Under the warm sunlight, Xu Qing slowly woke up. He stretched contentedly, feeling refreshed like never before. Ever since he took out the Prajna relic from the vase and absorbed all the golden gas on it, his mental state was like the rising sun, shining brightly.
After changing into white sportswear, he walked out easily with a black shopping bag in his hand. Inside was the mysterious ginseng he had obtained from the Poison Dragon. This ginseng had wrinkles on its skin. It looked ordinary, but he vaguely felt that it contained extraordinary value. Especially when his eyes fell on the box carved from the black and pure lacquer, he was even more convinced that this ginseng was not an ordinary one.
Xu Qing decided to find an expert to identify this ginseng, in case there was fraud. After all, Poison Dragon's reputation was well-known, so he had to be careful. In a busy area not far from Jiang City Central Hospital, he found an antique pharmacy-Ci En Tang.
As soon as he walked into Cien Hall, he was attracted by a faint fragrance of Chinese medicine. The medicine cabinets were neatly arranged, simple and elegant, as if they were telling the legend of medical science for thousands of years. Xu Qing walked to the counter and said to the skinny old man inside," Boss, can you help me identify the age of this herb?"
The thin old man held his presbyopic glasses and calmly raised his head. His eyes were full of wisdom. " You can appraise medicinal herbs, but there's a charge." Although his voice was hoarse, it was undeniable.
Xu Qing nodded and placed the ginseng and box on the counter. He secretly praised in his heart. This Mercy Hall was indeed a traditional Chinese medicine shop with a deep history. To be able to stick to its traditions in an era when Western medicine was popular, it must have its own unique way of survival. The skinny old man in front of him was obviously the soul of this pharmacy. His experience and wisdom were the treasures of Mercy Hall. Xu Qing responded with a warm smile and confidently asked,"How much does it cost to authenticate once?" The thin old man immediately became energetic when he heard this. He took two steps forward and replied in a professional tone: "The appraisal fee is fifty yuan a time." If it's not a precious medicinal herb, I suggest you don't appraise it."
Xu Qing generously took out a fifty-dollar bill and placed it on the counter, saying firmly: "No problem, pay first and then identify." After the appraisal, I still have to rush to send him off!" Seeing the bill, the thin old man's eyes flashed with a glimmer of light. He stretched out two thin fingers and pinched the bill on the counter. He said with satisfaction,"Okay, take it out!"
Xu Qing took out a black jade box from the plastic bag, placed it on the counter and opened it casually. In the box lay a small wild ginseng with sparse and long whiskers and a long and straight three-node reed head. He explained in detail: "The reed bowl of this ginseng is densely packed, at least hundreds of circles." Its five elements are clear, including skin, grain, reed, beard, and the six bodies, which refer to spirit, stupidity, aging, tenderness, horizontal, and smoothness."
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Chapter 133: Chapter 133: identification of ginseng
Chapter 133: identification of ginseng Emerging from n0v@lbin☆, this material harbors clandestine details.
Xu Qing's mind was filled with Iron Redwood's unique footwork as he rushed to the entrance of Longhu Villa. He felt deeply that this set of S-shaped footwork was mysterious. It was not a simple forty-nine consecutive steps to form an S-shape, but like an art, making walking easy and comfortable.
Subconsciously, Xu Qing had already used this mysterious footwork to rush out of the gate of Longhu Villa. The phone in his pocket suddenly vibrated, causing him to stop speeding. Ah Luo's voice came from the other end of the phone. He had already arrived at Longhu Villa. As soon as he hung up, a black Land Rover arrived and stopped in front of Xu Qing.
Ah Luo rolled down the window and waved at Xu Qing. Xu Qing quickly opened the car door and got into the passenger seat. He urgently asked Tang Guobin about his injuries, Arlo only told him that Tang Guobin was still in surgery, maybe when they arrived at the hospital, the surgery had been completed.
In Jiangcheng City's Central Hospital, Tang Guobin lay on the bed in the Orthopedics Intensive Care Unit, quiet as water. Beside him sat a middle-aged man with gray temples. He was Tang Qingsheng, the leader of Tang Corporation.
Tang Qingsheng rushed to the hospital anxiously. He saw his son lying dying in bed. During the operation, he stood silently aside and watched the doctor cut his son's skin with a scalpel. The pain in his heart was no less than the incision of the scalpel on his body. Anger, pain, helplessness... all sorts of emotions interweaved and turned into deep self-blame.
He reflected on whether he had really fulfilled his father's responsibilities. In the business world, he could command the wind and rain, but in the face of his son's growth and education, he neglected it. Money and status are important, but kinship is priceless.
Xu Qing responded and walked out of the ward. At night, he hailed a taxi and returned home. The care and care of his family made him feel warm, but his heart could not be calm. That night, he slept soundly, as if he wanted to dispel all his fatigue.
At ten o'clock the next morning, the sun was shining on the ground. Xu Qing woke up from his deep sleep and realized that it was already the second day. Fortunately, it was a weekend and his family did not bother him. However, he knew that he had already taken a month's leave. During this period of time, things needed to be handled properly.
There are always some beautiful things in life worth pursuing and cherishing. And Xu Qing, it is in this pursuit of continuous growth and progress. Under the warm sunlight, Xu Qing slowly woke up. He stretched contentedly, feeling refreshed like never before. Ever since he took out the Prajna relic from the vase and absorbed all the golden gas on it, his mental state was like the rising sun, shining brightly.
After changing into white sportswear, he walked out easily with a black shopping bag in his hand. Inside was the mysterious ginseng he had obtained from the Poison Dragon. This ginseng had wrinkles on its skin. It looked ordinary, but he vaguely felt that it contained extraordinary value. Especially when his eyes fell on the box carved from the black and pure lacquer, he was even more convinced that this ginseng was not an ordinary one.
Xu Qing decided to find an expert to identify this ginseng, in case there was fraud. After all, Poison Dragon's reputation was well-known, so he had to be careful. In a busy area not far from Jiang City Central Hospital, he found an antique pharmacy-Ci En Tang.
As soon as he walked into Cien Hall, he was attracted by a faint fragrance of Chinese medicine. The medicine cabinets were neatly arranged, simple and elegant, as if they were telling the legend of medical science for thousands of years. Xu Qing walked to the counter and said to the skinny old man inside," Boss, can you help me identify the age of this herb?"
The thin old man held his presbyopic glasses and calmly raised his head. His eyes were full of wisdom. " You can appraise medicinal herbs, but there's a charge." Although his voice was hoarse, it was undeniable.
Xu Qing nodded and placed the ginseng and box on the counter. He secretly praised in his heart. This Mercy Hall was indeed a traditional Chinese medicine shop with a deep history. To be able to stick to its traditions in an era when Western medicine was popular, it must have its own unique way of survival. The skinny old man in front of him was obviously the soul of this pharmacy. His experience and wisdom were the treasures of Mercy Hall. Xu Qing responded with a warm smile and confidently asked,"How much does it cost to authenticate once?" The thin old man immediately became energetic when he heard this. He took two steps forward and replied in a professional tone: "The appraisal fee is fifty yuan a time." If it's not a precious medicinal herb, I suggest you don't appraise it."
Xu Qing generously took out a fifty-dollar bill and placed it on the counter, saying firmly: "No problem, pay first and then identify." After the appraisal, I still have to rush to send him off!" Seeing the bill, the thin old man's eyes flashed with a glimmer of light. He stretched out two thin fingers and pinched the bill on the counter. He said with satisfaction,"Okay, take it out!"
Xu Qing took out a black jade box from the plastic bag, placed it on the counter and opened it casually. In the box lay a small wild ginseng with sparse and long whiskers and a long and straight three-node reed head. He explained in detail: "The reed bowl of this ginseng is densely packed, at least hundreds of circles." Its five elements are clear, including skin, grain, reed, beard, and the six bodies, which refer to spirit, stupidity, aging, tenderness, horizontal, and smoothness."
Chapter 133: Chapter 133: identification of ginseng Chapter 133: identification of ginseng Emerging from n0v@lbin, this material harbors clandestine details.Xu Qing's mind was filled with Iron Redwood's unique footwork as he rushed to the entrance of Longhu Villa. He felt deeply that this set of S-shaped footwork was mysterious. It was not a simple forty-nine consecutive steps to form an S-shape, but like an art, making walking easy and comfortable. Subconsciously, Xu Qing had already used this mysterious footwork to rush out of the gate of Longhu Villa. The phone in his pocket suddenly vibrated, causing him to stop speeding. Ah Luo's voice came from the other end of the phone. He had already arrived at Longhu Villa. As soon as he hung up, a black Land Rover arrived and stopped in front of Xu Qing. Ah Luo rolled down the window and waved at Xu Qing. Xu Qing quickly opened the car door and got into the passenger seat. He urgently asked Tang Guobin about his injuries, Arlo only told him that Tang Guobin was still in surgery, maybe when they arrived at the hospital, the surgery had been completed. In Jiangcheng City's Central Hospital, Tang Guobin lay on the bed in the Orthopedics Intensive Care Unit, quiet as water. Beside him sat a middle-aged man with gray temples. He was Tang Qingsheng, the leader of Tang Corporation. Tang Qingsheng rushed to the hospital anxiously. He saw his son lying dying in bed. During the operation, he stood silently aside and watched the doctor cut his son's skin with a scalpel. The pain in his heart was no less than the incision of the scalpel on his body. Anger, pain, helplessness... all sorts of emotions interweaved and turned into deep self-blame. He reflected on whether he had really fulfilled his father's responsibilities. In the business world, he could command the wind and rain, but in the face of his son's growth and education, he neglected it. Money and status are important, but kinship is priceless. Xu Qing responded and walked out of the ward. At night, he hailed a taxi and returned home. The care and care of his family made him feel warm, but his heart could not be calm. That night, he slept soundly, as if he wanted to dispel all his fatigue. At ten o'clock the next morning, the sun was shining on the ground. Xu Qing woke up from his deep sleep and realized that it was already the second day. Fortunately, it was a weekend and his family did not bother him. However, he knew that he had already taken a month's leave. During this period of time, things needed to be handled properly. There are always some beautiful things in life worth pursuing and cherishing. And Xu Qing, it is in this pursuit of continuous growth and progress. Under the warm sunlight, Xu Qing slowly woke up. He stretched contentedly, feeling refreshed like never before. Ever since he took out the Prajna relic from the vase and absorbed all the golden gas on it, his mental state was like the rising sun, shining brightly. After changing into white sportswear, he walked out easily with a black shopping bag in his hand. Inside was the mysterious ginseng he had obtained from the Poison Dragon. This ginseng had wrinkles on its skin. It looked ordinary, but he vaguely felt that it contained extraordinary value. Especially when his eyes fell on the box carved from the black and pure lacquer, he was even more convinced that this ginseng was not an ordinary one. Xu Qing decided to find an expert to identify this ginseng, in case there was fraud. After all, Poison Dragon's reputation was well-known, so he had to be careful. In a busy area not far from Jiang City Central Hospital, he found an antique pharmacy-Ci En Tang. As soon as he walked into Cien Hall, he was attracted by a faint fragrance of Chinese medicine. The medicine cabinets were neatly arranged, simple and elegant, as if they were telling the legend of medical science for thousands of years. Xu Qing walked to the counter and said to the skinny old man inside," Boss, can you help me identify the age of this herb?" The thin old man held his presbyopic glasses and calmly raised his head. His eyes were full of wisdom. " You can appraise medicinal herbs, but there's a charge." Although his voice was hoarse, it was undeniable. Xu Qing nodded and placed the ginseng and box on the counter. He secretly praised in his heart. This Mercy Hall was indeed a traditional Chinese medicine shop with a deep history. To be able to stick to its traditions in an era when Western medicine was popular, it must have its own unique way of survival. The skinny old man in front of him was obviously the soul of this pharmacy. His experience and wisdom were the treasures of Mercy Hall. Xu Qing responded with a warm smile and confidently asked,"How much does it cost to authenticate once?" The thin old man immediately became energetic when he heard this. He took two steps forward and replied in a professional tone: "The appraisal fee is fifty yuan a time." If it's not a precious medicinal herb, I suggest you don't appraise it." Xu Qing generously took out a fifty-dollar bill and placed it on the counter, saying firmly: "No problem, pay first and then identify." After the appraisal, I still have to rush to send him off!" Seeing the bill, the thin old man's eyes flashed with a glimmer of light. He stretched out two thin fingers and pinched the bill on the counter. He said with satisfaction,"Okay, take it out!" Xu Qing took out a black jade box from the plastic bag, placed it on the counter and opened it casually. In the box lay a small wild ginseng with sparse and long whiskers and a long and straight three-node reed head. He explained in detail: "The reed bowl of this ginseng is densely packed, at least hundreds of circles." Its five elements are clear, including skin, grain, reed, beard, and the six bodies, which refer to spirit, stupidity, aging, tenderness, horizontal, and smoothness."
