Five hundred years?

Feng Qing quietly took Fang Zheng's hand and leaned into his ear and asked, "Mr., can you tell whether this ginseng is real or fake?"

Fang Zheng stretched out his hand and hadn't touched the ginseng yet, but was stopped by the guy, "This is extremely precious and you can't touch it at will unless the customer intends to buy it."

Feng Qing understood this. The more precious the thing is, the more likely it is to break. If you accidentally break it, you will have to pay for it.

However, ginseng for the past five hundred years is definitely not cheap.

"Ginseng is real." Fang Zheng said indifferently.

"Of course it's true." The guy spoke for granted, then carefully closed the lid and said, "If you want to buy it, I'll go find the shopkeeper."

This ginseng was repeatedly told by the shopkeeper to be careful.

"Five hundred years is fake." Fang Zheng was shocked by the next sentence, and almost threw away the box in his hand, "At most, one hundred years."

He looked cold and said, "What do you know? If you can't afford it, leave quickly. This is not a place where you can just go wild."

"Two two hundred years of age are at most eighty years." Fang Zheng's eyes fell on the two boxes in the middle, and his voice was a little cold, "As for this hundred years-"

Fang Zheng sneered, "In fact, it will only last fifty years at most."

Every time Fang Zheng said something, the guy's face looked a little ugly.

Fang Zheng knew that these medicine shops would exaggerate, and some of them were fake and real. However, few people dared to do this kind of person who could not afford the ginseng for 500 years. After all, only those who could afford the ginseng for 500 years were the only ones who could afford the ginseng for 500 years.

The little shopkeeper dared not fool those noble people.

I'm afraid this ginseng is specifically to sell it to ordinary people like my wife who are not short of money and are eager to sell ginseng.

"If you talk nonsense, be careful I will report to the official!" The guy slapped the table in anger. Fortunately, it was still early at this time and there were no customers next to the pharmacy. Otherwise, if someone would listen, who would dare to come to their pharmacy to buy medicine?

"Why is it so noisy?" The guy's voice was too loud and attracted the shopkeeper of the medicine shop.

The shopkeeper glanced at the clerk with displeasure, then looked at Fang Zheng and Feng Qing, and his eyes paused on Fang Zheng, as if he was judging Fang Zheng's identity.

There are so many people coming and going in these pharmacies every day, so the shopkeeper naturally has the ability to look at people.

However, after looking at it for several times, he really couldn't see the depth of Fang Zheng.

A smile appeared on the shopkeeper's face, "Do you want to buy ginseng?"

The guy quickly told the shopkeeper Fang Zheng's words.

The shopkeeper's face changed a few times, but he did not deny it, but asked, "Who is the young master?"

Fang Zheng did not respond. He held Feng Qing and said, "Madam, let's go."

He did not think about promoting it. Although this pharmacy is fooling people at the price, the shopkeeper did not dare to sell fake ones. Not to mention Kyoto, there are many things everywhere in Daye.

"Please wait a moment, young master." The shopkeeper shouted from behind.

Fang Zheng kept walking, and Feng Qing followed Fang Zheng without saying a word.

The shopkeeper ran over quickly and handed the box in his hand with a pleasing smile on his face, "Although this ginseng has only been eighty years, it is of good quality. I hope the young master will not dislike it."

Feng Qing opened his eyes wide and couldn't believe it.

My husband didn't seem to say anything, why is this shopkeeper so flattering?

Pressing down the doubts in his heart, Feng Qing looked up and looked at Fang Zheng.

"So, thank you for the shopkeeper." Fang Zheng didn't refuse at all, so he simply took the box and pulled Feng Qing away.

After walking a long way, Feng Qing then pulled Fang Zheng and asked strangely: "Why did the shopkeeper give her to her husband's ginseng? Although this ginseng is less than a hundred years old, it is not bad. It can be sold for at least a hundred taels of silver, right?"

Fang Zheng chuckled, he pinched his wife's hand and said, "I'm probably afraid of taking revenge for my husband."

Feng Qing frowned, is this shopkeeper thinking too much?

"This is really strange to the shopkeeper of Kyoto."

Who said no?

Just thinking too much.

The shopkeeper who was being talked about breathed a sigh of relief at this moment.

"Shopkeeper, why do we still give them ginseng?" The guy was unwilling to accept that the ginseng was placed in the medicine shop, and even if it was sold for a hundred years, it would cost 200 taels of silver.

"What do you know?" The shopkeeper also felt distressed, but feeling distress is better than being uneasy. "I think that young man is not an ordinary person."

"Who can you be if you are not an ordinary person? It's just ordinary when they look at their clothes." The guy muttered, and there was a strong sour smell in his words.

Why can the shopkeeper give someone a ginseng at will? Usually he can't even eat a piece of it.

"Can ordinary people tell the year of ginseng at a glance?" The shopkeeper did not think about Fang Zheng as a doctor, mainly because Fang Zheng really doesn't look like a doctor.

In the shopkeeper's opinion, Fang Zhengding was a young master who had deliberately dressed up and sneaked out on the street. The reason why Fang Zheng could see the year of ginseng at a glance was because he saw too many of them.

Fang Zheng, who was added with a strong background, was leading Feng Qing on the street.

Feng Qing was all focused on ginseng. Since she was so white that she saved a lot of money, she said, "My husband, you can take this ginseng to the examination room. If you feel uncomfortable, just hold a little. This one is enough for you to spend nine days."

"My wife, no need." Fang Zheng was funny. During this period, my wife changed her way to make delicious food for him. "If you eat it again, you will have a nosebleed for your husband."

If the medicine wasn't toxic, the lady wanted him to prescribe some tonic for herself.

"Then I'll give my husband a little bit these days, but this ginseng must be brought with me, so I can't refute it." Feng Qing refused to let him go about Fang Zheng's body.

"Oh well."

Feng Qing was satisfied and relieved.

This time she went out not only to buy ginseng, but also wanted to go to shops selling snacks to see if there were any easy-to-storage pastries in these shops.

"Woman, go and see the embroidery thread?" Seeing Feng Qing keep looking around, Fang Zheng looked at an embroidery shop and asked.

Feng Qing shook her head, "Don't go."

Then she seemed to have discovered something and pulled Fang Zheng forward.

After getting closer, Fang Zheng saw clearly.

This is a stove-shaped thing, but it is much larger than the stove, at least half a person taller, and there is firewood inside. There is a person standing next to the stove, and the man kept pasting pieces of bread to the wall of the stove.

The dough is pulled into a long shape and is quickly roasted. Then it is taken out with tongs and placed aside for the customer to buy it.

As soon as you get closer, Feng Qing can still smell a scent.

"Is this cake not delicious if it is cold?" Feng Qing asked.

She has never seen this kind of cake before, but it must be delicious when it is roasted on the outside and tender on the inside.

The middle-aged man who was scone the cake laughed loudly and said, "Why do you have to wait until it's cold? This cake is the best while it's hot. The person you like can eat several pieces with pickles."

Feng Qing insisted on asking: "If you take the dry food on the way, is there any way to make the taste better?"

The middle-aged man knew it and smiled and said, "Although it is not as delicious as the freshly baked ones when it is cold, it is OK to soak it in water. If there is a fire, you can roast it again, and the taste is the same. There are many ways to eat this cake. It can be soaked in vegetable soup and steamed. The taste is different when it is hot."

"Then let's have a few pieces first." Feng Qing simply said.

Last time she was preparing for her husband's provincial examination, she thought that the food was messy, and she was also very lucky to have a good time for her husband to eat. This time she must have made her husband satisfied.

It wasn't enough just to hear that, she had to buy it back and try different ways to eat it herself.

Thinking of this, Feng Qing changed his words again, "It's better to pay twenty yuan."

After a meal with her husband and brother Qiangzi, there should be a lot left.

"Okay." The middle-aged man responded happily, "But the customer still has to wait. The cake was just delicious. I will roast it again for the customer, very quickly."

Feng Qing had just calculated the time and the baking was baked in less than ten minutes.

"My husband, let's wait." Feng Qing said to Fang Zheng quietly.

"good."

A stove of cakes was ready soon. The cake was not expensive, and two copper plates were sold together. Because Feng Qing bought more, only thirty-eight copper plates were collected by the twenty shopkeepers.

After getting the scone, Feng Qing couldn't wait to tear off a small piece and put it in Fang Zheng's mouth, asking, "My husband, how does it taste?"

"Not bad, I'll try it too." Fang Zheng swallowed it, and tore off a small piece and gave it to Feng Qing's mouth.

Feng Qing ate the cake.

The taste is really as speculated. It is crispy on the outside, with a unique aroma that is roasted, and it is crispy on the inside. If you taste it carefully, it is a bit sweet.

"If the customer likes it, you can sprinkle some sesame seeds on this cake, but I didn't bring it here today." There is nothing better than the smell of a customer eating his own food, so the middle-aged man said something more.

Feng Qing looked thoughtfully at the middle-aged man kneading the dough carefully, pulling it into long strips, and then baking it in the boiler.

"Uncle, do you think you can put some minced meat in this cake?" Feng Qing asked in surprise.

The uncle was stunned for a moment, obviously not expecting Feng Qing to ask this. He thought for a moment and shook his head, "I'm afraid it's difficult."

"Madam, this cake is so thin that it may not be able to hold the meat. Besides, the people who come to my place to eat the baking cake are all people who come from outside to the city. If they add minced meat, they will definitely increase their money, and those people are reluctant to eat it." The middle-aged man explained.

Moreover, if they eat meat, the people will definitely prefer to eat some visible pieces of meat, and they are afraid that they will not be willing to spend money on this meat.

Feng Qing was not interested in the uncle's business. She just thought that she could make some meat for her husband, which was easy to carry. Jelly meat alone would definitely not work. Jelly meat was dry and there were a lot of salt and other ingredients in it. It would be uncomfortable to eat too much, so it would be better to eat this kind of minced meat baking pancake.

"Uncle, why not do this. I will give you money to me. Uncle will try to make this meat minced meat for me. It may also be mixed in dough. As long as you pay attention to the heat, it should be done. Uncle, can you try it?"
To be continued...