Chapter: 103

Following Xiao Mei, passing through the flow of people, circling around, finally came to a corner of the assembly. A genius remembers Chinese in one second

Compared to other places, the flow of people here is not large, and there are few stalls, which add up to less than ten stalls.

Among these ten people, there is an old man.

The old man’s eyes were sunken, his blood vessels were raised, and his skin was dark and dry, like a century-old root of a tree. His clothes were also tattered. There was only a dilapidated medicine basket in front of him with some ginseng, Ganoderma lucidum and Polygonum multiflorum. Kind of common medicinal materials.

Xiao Mei smiled ho ho and came to the old man and exclaimed enthusiastically:

"Uncle Yang."

The old man called Uncle Yang moved his turbid eyes slightly, and slowly raised his head. After seeing Xiao Mei, the old man's cheeks moved, his eyes closed, and a simple smile appeared. At the same time Speaking with a strong local accent, he said:

"Miss May, you are here."

"Ji Fan, this is Uncle Yang. Their ancestors and ancestors have been Liugou people for generations. Their ancestors depended on collecting medicine for a living." Xiao Mei turned her head and said to Ji Fan in a low voice.

When Ji Fan heard the words, his heart moved, revealing a look of surprise. When he first arrived here, he had already sensed the medicinal materials in the medicine basket. Although the medicinal materials were good, they were just ordinary medicinal materials, not elixir.

However, what is strange is that he can still sense the breath of a panacea here, but it is erratic and unable to determine the location. This is the first time he has seen this situation.

At this time, Xiao Mei continued to smile at Uncle Yang and said:

"Uncle Yang, why did you personally come over this rally? I remember your son came over to set up the stall a few times before."

Hearing Xiao Mei's question, Yang Shu's muddy eyes suddenly flashed sadly. He shook his head and smiled very bitterly.

"Don't mention it, that Guwazi fell off the cliff in order to pick the medicinal materials. He was disabled and could not move..."

Xiao Mei, who was still smiling ho ho, heard this, the smile on her face suddenly solidified, and then, Xiao Mei's face also showed sadness.

"Ah, how is he... now?"

"I'm paralyzed, I can't move, and I won't be able to live for a few years. I can sell some medicinal materials, save some money, and get a daughter-in-law for Guwazi so that someone can take care of him."

Uncle Yang sighed and said helplessly.

In this scene, Dao exhausted the sadness and grief of an old father.

Xiao Mei also had a sore nose, and hurriedly lowered her head, and secretly wiped away the tears from her eyes.

Seeing this scene, Zhang Ping, Xiao Ting and others also showed sadness.

Then, Xiao Mei took a deep breath, raised her head, pulled Ji Fan to her side, looked at Uncle Yang, and said:

"Uncle Yang, I brought a friend over to buy medicinal materials. It is him. He is a good one. If you have good medicinal materials, you can show them to him. Don't worry, I will definitely not let you suffer."

Uncle Yang didn't even look at Ji Fan. His withered eyes only looked at Xiao Mei, with a simple smile on his face:

"You can't go wrong with the people brought by the Mei woman."

As he said, he tremblingly took out a coarse cloth wrapped in his arms, and then, Uncle Yang gently unwrapped the coarse cloth layer by layer, and finally, a dark yellow wooden box appeared, which looked like an age. Very long away, but spotless and smooth as jade.

"Golden nanmu!" Ji Fan secretly took a breath.

He recognized at a glance that the wooden box that Uncle Yang took out was made of golden nanmu, and it was definitely more than five hundred years old. It's just that, probably due to sweat, its color has become dark yellow and rough.

I'm afraid this wooden box has been passed down in Uncle Yang's house for dozens of generations. JrNovels.com



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