Datang broom star

"what!"

Jia Pingan found that most of them were a little thin.

"Why is this? Did you suffer there?"

Should not be!

There is nothing else in the old forest, and there are countless things to eat.

That is……

Eat too much ginseng.

Think about it, these people know that ginseng is precious, but when they arrive at the old forest, they find that ginseng looks like cabbage, so what's the deal?So I ate desperately...it was luck not to be burned to death.

Everyone clasped their hands, "I'll wait for the assignment."

"Thanks for your hard work."

Jia Pingan knew that these people wanted to go home to see their relatives wholeheartedly, even if it was delicacies from mountains and seas, they couldn't taste it.

As for the reward, Jia Ping'an's attack at this time was just a slap in the face.

Xia Wu was severely whipped, and then rewarded heavily.

"Tell me."

Xia Wu choked, knowing that he had made a mistake.

"From now on, we'll wander around in the woods. After we find ginseng, we'll pick it at intervals as Mr. Lang said... There are a lot of beasts in the woods, and those stupid ones will be knocked out with a stick, but they're a bit fishy..."

"Lang Jun, why are you picking ginseng at intervals?"

Xia Wu felt that Mr. Lang was a bit too wasteful, "The ground is full of ginseng, and once you enter some places, a leaf..."

Ginseng in this era is probably equivalent to a radish?

Jia Ping regretted it.

"How about getting some more?"

Then there is the inspection.

Back at this time, the drying of ginseng is no problem.

In the ginseng wine workshop, the steward watched boxes of dried ginseng being sent into the warehouse, feeling a little numb.

"Lang Jun, didn't you say...it's very precious?"

Why does it look like Chinese cabbage now?

"Look at these ginseng, look at these reed heads, I haven't even thought about it for decades."

Looking at these ginsengs, Jia Pingan only felt that he was sitting on a golden mountain.

……

"Alang!"

Cheng Zhijie who was working was very dizzy.

"What?"

He hates his family meddling when doing things the most.

So the sound is bad.

When the steward entered the duty room, he was so happy that he even forgot to salute, "The people who went to the north have returned."

"How many?"

Cheng Zhijie asked casually.

If only a little bit was dug, then it would be trespassing on the White Tiger Hall and taking a meal of sticks directly.

"There are too many to say."

Countless...

"That... the old man is unwell, so I'm asking for leave!"

Lao Cheng thought of that sturdy ginseng wine, so he couldn't sit still.

He left the imperial city and just got on his horse...

"Old Cheng, wait a minute."

Cheng Zhijie turned around and saw that Su Dingfang and Liang Jianfang were both here.

There are some strange things in Chang'an City today.

The famous three old hooligans even galloped on Zhuque Street.

"stop!"

The Jinwu Guards patrolling the street saw it, and some righteous soldiers were ready to intercept it.

"To die!"

The general leading the team scolded: "This is Lord Lu and the others. They must be running so fast, there must be urgent military affairs."

A group of soldiers of the Jinwu Guard looked enviously at these old men racing past.

When he arrived at Daodefang, he was still the same, Jiang Rong didn't even have time to take a breath of European energy, and watched them rush in.

"Where is the ginseng?"

The three of them were taken to the ginseng workshop, and they were still carrying them.

Jia Pingan was sitting on the side, holding a ginseng of unknown age in his hand to observe.

The appearance of this ginseng is very good, the roots are dense like Lao Cheng's beard.

Take a breath and it lasts forever.

"Boy, take a bite!"

Liang Jianfang smiled strangely.