Transmigration: Getting Rich with My Space and Supplies-Chapter 163 - 159 Why do I feel somewhat familiar?

"I’ll ride my bike over first."

Rong Yan didn’t want to walk with them pushing her bicycle. Riding it would be faster, and she knew the way to Tie Zhu’s house anyway.

Tie Zhu certainly thought this was a better idea, so he nodded hastily, "Okay."

Just as he was about to give her the keys to his yard, he saw that she had already mounted her bicycle and left, her movements quite chic.

Two others also watched her silhouette disappear.

"Did you say she’s your sister-in-law? Does her husband also live in this town?" Mr. Qin asked.

"No, in the village." Tie Zhu didn’t specify which village. He hurriedly changed the subject, "Mr. Qin, you have a keen nose, to discern the scent of the wild ginseng just by passing by."

He himself couldn’t have done it.

Mr. Qin chuckled, "Hmm, indeed, my nose is quite sensitive."

Nothing more was said.

The three of them walked... until they reached Tie Zhu’s house, where they saw Rong Yan already waiting.

Tie Zhu quickly covered the last few steps and hurried to open the door.

"I can push your bike inside..."

"No need, I’ll be leaving soon." Selling some goods won’t take long, right?

"Okay then, come on in!" Tie Zhu hurriedly stepped aside and gestured for them to enter.

Rong Yan went in first, and the others followed.

Tie Zhu, who was last, promptly closed the door.

As Rong Yan took out the wild ginseng wrapped in old newspaper from her bag, Mr. Qin’s lips twitched.

He felt heartbroken.

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As for this wild ginseng... it must be exceptional, given how strong its scent was now.

Tie Zhu also smelled it then. The scent was too strong, leaving him wondering: it’s just wrapped in an old newspaper... does it really block the smell that well?

"Let me see." Mr. Qin reached out to take it, carefully unwrapping it... his eyes lit up instantly.

"This wild ginseng looks very fresh, its appearance is excellent, and not to mention its large size, its roots are so well-preserved, truly rare." He looked up at Rong Yan, "I’m willing to offer three hundred yuan, what do you think?"

Rong Yan had no objections to the price, for she had previously sold them for less, so she knew he was offering a fair amount.

Besides, the ones she sold before weren’t as good as this one.

So the price he offered was appropriate... it was worth the money.

"Okay, I have more, do you want them?"

She saw him as an easy mark and decided to take advantage while she could.

It saved her the risk and trouble of finding others to sell to, especially since there weren’t many as wealthy as him.

When Tie Zhu heard there was more, he gasped, his eyes widening like brass bells.

Good lord... What kind of luck is this?

Mr. Qin was also surprised to hear she had more. Finding even one was rare enough; to have more was truly unexpected.

"Whatever you have, I’ll buy it all."

He thought there was only one, at least Tie Zhu and another man who hadn’t spoken thought so too.

But when Rong Yan took out three wild ginsengs wrapped in newspaper from her large bag, their pupils nearly shattered.

Wild ginseng... while others struggled to find one, she had so many... were they as common as turnips?

Luckily, Mr. Qin was a seasoned man and quickly regained his composure.

"Your luck is good."

"Indeed, it’s good. My husband dug them up. Didn’t expect to find a whole nest of them. These two are the same quality as the one you’re holding. Do you want one or both?"

Such items were hard to come by... Mr. Qin, being wealthy, wouldn’t pass up on high-quality wild ginseng.

Of course, he’d take them all.

"I’ll take these two as well."

Rong Yan liked clients who weren’t short on money. Look how straightforward he was.

She handed over the two pieces.

"Take a look." Once he was done looking, she urged him to hurry up with the payment.

Mr. Qin handed the one he was holding to the man beside him, then took the two that Rong Yan offered.

He unfolded the newspaper and carefully inspected... indeed rare, the three ginsengs were the same size and equally high-quality.

"I’ll pay you right now."

He handed all the ginseng to his companion, then took a briefcase from him, pulled out a stack of cash, and removed ten ten-yuan bills.

He handed the rest of the stack to Rong Yan.

"Here’s nine hundred yuan, count it."

Rong Yan looked at the crisp bills, her eyebrows slightly raised, suggesting that this man’s identity was no simple matter.

She took the money with an unfazed expression, quickly counted it, and then nonchalantly tucked the stack into her bag.

"That’s correct, then I’ll be leaving."

Mr. Qin, watching her about to leave, promptly spoke, "Comrade, if you find more in the future, bring them to Brother Tie Zhu here. He’ll contact me, and I’ll buy them all."

He thought she was no ordinary person.

Tie Zhu: ...

Dig up more? Did he think it was like digging up large radishes?

Rong Yan turned her head, "If I have that kind of luck again... we’ll see then."

After that, she walked out.

Mr. Qin watched her departing figure, definitely not a common village woman; she probably came down from the city, then found a local...

"Her husband must be quite exceptional." Otherwise, how could he be matched with someone so striking in both looks and speech?

Tie Zhu: ...

Of course, he had to save face for his brother.

So he quickly nodded, "Yes, my brother indeed is quite exceptional." From misery to more misfortune... isn’t that also a form of being exceptional?

To prevent more talk on this issue, he quickly changed the subject, "Right, did you say you were looking for someone?"

This topic had come up earlier when they were heading to the cooperative, where he heard this Mr. Qin asking someone, and he had eavesdropped a bit.

He was thinking of asking, but they ran into Qin Ye’s Wife right in front of the cooperative.

Mr. Qin didn’t deny it, nodding, "Yes, that’s right, we’re looking for someone who was lost here by accident forty-two years ago..."

Tie Zhu: ...

Are you joking? Forty-two years ago? Can someone from such a long time ago even be found?

Nevertheless, he still asked, "Do you have any physical evidence or photos or something?"

"Yes, an old photograph." Mr. Qin pulled out the photograph from his pocket.

This time hunting for this person was the result of his many years of searching, having heard some people saw her coming this way.

Tie Zhu took the photograph and glanced at it, a very young girl, her face... "Why do I feel it looks familiar?"

Hearing this, Mr. Qin’s gaze sharpened, "What did you say? Familiar? Have you seen her somewhere before?"