Dad's Pastoral Life

Chapter 8 Booths in No Man's Land
Cheng He came to the toll office and was about to ask some questions, but the staff inside had already said expressionlessly: "How long did it take?"

Cheng He looked at the toll standard next to the toll gate. There are full-year fees, half-year fees, and quarterly fees. The fees are all different.

Of course, an annual subscription is naturally more cost-effective.

The daily fee is 100, but the monthly payment is only 2000, and the annual subscription is [-].

This kind of price can't be said to be high or low. If you are lucky, collect a lot of medicinal materials, and meet a big customer, it will be a good deal.But if you're unlucky and you haven't collected many herbs, it's not worth paying the money.

So, in fact, outside the trading office, there are many herbal pickers carrying their own bags, setting up a table quietly and selling medicinal materials.Their customers are often people who walk out of the trading office.If you are lucky, you can also sell some money.

But they are easily driven away by the security guards at the trading office.So it's not safe.

Cheng He still planned to go in and have a look.He doesn't know how often he will come here, and he doesn't know how the transaction is going here, so let's try to pay the fee for one day first.

Taking out 100, he put the money in and said, "I'll rent it for a day first, thank you!"

"One day!" The staff inside were obviously not happy. When printing the form for him, they stamped it very hard.

Cheng He didn't care about the details, he took the list and went in.

When I walked in and looked for my booth, I was dumbfounded.

There are only seven or eight rows of booths here, and two-thirds of them are already empty, but his booth number is the innermost one.

Buyers turn around only when sellers have opened their stalls in front of them.But there is no man's land seven or eight streets away, and the birds don't shit, who would want to go there?
Cheng He took the list, returned it to the toll office, and said, "Please change a booth for me, there are a lot of vacancies next to it! There are no customers going there at all."

"The ones on the outside are for a year, but the ones inside are for one day! If you want to change it, you have to pay more!" The staff said in an annoyed manner.

He even moaned in a low voice: "What kind of gold booth do you want one day? Let me see if you can sell it today! Don't you know the truth that children can't be entangled with wolves?"

In general, of course, I still hope that Cheng He can change to a yearly subscription.

Cheng He shook his head, thinking, the business of this broken trading office is not booming, there must be a reason for the staff, right?He was guarding the door, but his attitude was so bad, how dare God of Wealth come to the door!

With his attitude, it is impossible to pay for a year now!
Forget it, try it first.

What he sells are high-quality Ganoderma lucidum. He believes that the aroma of wine is not afraid of deep alleys, and he will definitely find buyers who know the goods.

Cheng He carried the basket of Ganoderma lucidum and carried his daughter to the innermost booth.

The tin canopy above his head was really hot, and every stall was like a steamer. Cheng He put the baskets on the chopping board, and really didn't want to just take out the ganoderma - he was afraid that the ganoderma would be steamed.

Of course, this was just a joke. What he was really worried about was that someone would be attracted by the Ganoderma lucidum, and then pinch this one, pinch that one, and if it breaks, no one will be responsible.

He found a large piece of paper, borrowed a brush from someone else's booth, and wrote a few words: "Selling Wild Ganoderma lucidum".

In this way, even if his booth is not in the first row, the customers there can see the words from a distance.

Cheng He didn't know that his words had become the biggest billboard in the history of the medicinal materials trading office.Generally, others only use characters as big as a palm to write the names of medicinal materials, and no one holds such a big sign.

Cheng Xinxin walked around here for a while, then frowned and said, "Dad, it's so hot here."

Cheng He felt pain in his heart, and said, "Good hearted, Dad has sold out the Ganoderma lucidum, so I will take you to eat ice cream, okay?"

Cheng Xinxin was immediately happy, nodded and said, "Okay. I want the strawberry flavored one."

Big billboards are still useful.As soon as the buyers come in, they will see the "selling wild ganoderma" from a distance.

These days, there are no good things in the mountains anymore, even a decent Polygonum multiflorum is a matter of chance, let alone wild Ganoderma lucidum?

Some people were interested and walked towards Cheng He's booth one after another.

The staff at the ticket office were idle and had nothing to do. Looking around at the glass window of the toll booth, they gradually noticed something was wrong——

There were six or seven booth corners in no man's land, and there were people there for the first time!

Only one single-day ticket was sold today, and he remembered it very clearly.Unexpectedly, it didn't take long before it attracted many people there.

The staff was inexplicably excited, what was that person selling?The trading office has not seen any good goods for a long time.

Thinking about his unfriendly attitude towards people just now, he has a faint regret, maybe this can develop into a long-term customer!If he can attract customers like this every day, the business of the trading office will be boosted by him!
But it is useless to regret, I have already said that to others just now.He felt that he should slap himself twice at this time.

Faced with the customers walking towards the corner area, some stall owners who have been in front for a year are also very surprised. It has been so long since no one has paid attention to that corner, and it is so attractive today.

Someone has already inquired about it, so hurry up and report to these curious people: Wild Ganoderma lucidum is being sold over there.

All of a sudden, these people were not calm. No wonder something was wrong today!It turned out that something good came over there!
Think about it, how long has it been since this medicinal material trading office traded wild Ganoderma lucidum?

Now the mountains are almost completely emptied, and even a decent Polygonum multiflorum can’t be found, and I’m worried about whether it’s fake, let alone such expensive products like Ganoderma lucidum!
I just don't know how big the Ganoderma lucidum is, whether it is real or fake, and if it is real, how much can it sell for?
Everyone was inexplicably excited, and some people began to mutter: "In these days, wild Ganoderma lucidum can really be found? Isn't the mountain over there planed?"

"Maybe there is."

"Go, take a look, see how big it is!"

"Look at it! It's not yours, and it's all your customers."

"No, I want to see if the wild Ganoderma lucidum he sells is real or not. I think that guy has a very raw face, so he has such a good product?"

"You're right."

"Go, go, go and have a look!"

Anyway, the business is in a downturn, so just go as soon as you say it, and many bosses here have come to join in the fun.

Over there, several medicinal material buyers were urging Cheng He: "Why isn't your Ganoderma lucidum displayed? Is there really Ganoderma lucidum? Let us have a look!"

"That's right, if you don't display the ganoderma lucidum, it's useless to just write a few words."

Cheng He brought up his bamboo basket, opened the canvas cover, and said, "When everyone touches it later, be careful."

The lid was lifted, and a large reddish-brown Ganoderma lucidum appeared in front of people.

The color is bright, the luster is attractive, and the fragrance is glowing.

Surrounded by admiration: there is really wild Ganoderma lucidum!
(End of this chapter)