In the carriage, Zhou Jiao drew the word "buy" on Zhang Guoqing's palm. Seeing his confused face, she winked at him and continued to draw: "cheap."
Zhang Guoqing rolled his eyes at her speechlessly but eventually nodded. In his heart, he was planning to buy mature cultivated ginseng; younger ones were no better than radish.
Zhou Jiao knew what he was thinking and said in a low voice: "No catalyst, no contamination, it's worth it."
Zhang Guoqing nodded.
Worried that his standards were too high, Zhou Jiao, still uneasy, took out a purchase list from her pocket and handed it to him, signaling him to take a look.
Zhang Guoqing glanced at her, took it, and saw it was densely packed with small writing: items like Heshma Oil, Hericium Mushroom, Schisandra, Rhodiola, and even deer tendons and deer penises...
