C473 I Want All of Them
C473 I Want All of Them
"Is, is all this true?" Old Lee opened his eyes wide, still in disbelief.
"Of course, I won't lie to you." Ye Lee muttered to himself. Considering that the old man might not even use his card, he took the cash and wrapped it up before handing it to the Old Lee.
"This, this is too much …" Old Lee's hands were trembling uncontrollably. "There's no need for this much, there's no need for this much."
"Just take it. These are all good medicines. Speaking of which, it was me who took advantage of them." What he said was not wrong, these kinds of wild medicinal herbs that were in good condition were becoming fewer and fewer, and this was actually a blessing to him, as there were many sick people here, the consumption of medicinal herbs would also increase, if not, not long later, he would have to go to the Medicinal Herbs Market.
"Good person, thank you." The Old Lee could only continuously express his gratitude. This money was way too important to him.
"I'm not a good person either. You can call me Doctor Ye." Ye Lee became a little curious:
"How many other medicinal ingredients like this do you guys have in the village?"
"It's getting harder and harder to find medicine now, but …" "Among the village heads that went to gather herbs, there are a few that go to the market several times a month. Some seedlings are too young, so they can't be moved. Leave behind a mark …" Since Dr Ye asked, Old Lee would naturally answer truthfully. The carriage that he was referring to was the commonly used wooden carriage in the village, and its capacity was not small either.
"So many?" Ye Lee was a little surprised, generally speaking, the growth of medicinal ingredients depends on the environment, the more the climate was unique and uninhabited, the easier it was to produce good medicine, and the more famous it was in the high and distant borders, where it was rich in winter insect and summer grass, Sichuan shellfish, and musk. And within the borders of numerous countries, there were only complex topography and diverse climates within Sichuan.
"How about this, if you have any medicinal materials in the future, just sell them to me directly. No need to sell them to those drug dealers, I'll leave a number for you." Ye Lee said.
"Good, of course it's good... Dr Ye, won't you be at a loss if you spend so much money to buy my medicine? " Old Lee opened his eyes wide. The price this Dr Ye in front of him offered was more than ten times that of the previous drug dealers. He was even thinking if this Dr Ye was being kind, giving him so much money just because he was pitiful.
Ye Lee said with a firm tone: "It won't be a loss, let me put it this way, the things that you sell are all wild treasures, the more the better. If your village people have any intentions of selling them, I'll have to trouble you to say it, I'll take them all!"
"..."
Three hours later.
Old Lee was dizzy. He carried the money along the way and returned to Ping Po Village.
Walking into the small mud-brick house, the walls at the four corners of the house were slightly broken, but Old Lee had long gotten used to it.
At this time, two coughs sounded out in the house, and Old Lee hastened his steps, "Old partner, how are you right now? I brought you the medicine. "
Yang Yumei got up from the bed with difficulty. Seeing that the old man had come back, she couldn't help but ask, "Did you enter the city?"
Old Lee took out a wrapped medicine from his bosom. "Sigh, I sold those medicinal herbs, and even met a particularly kind Dr Ye. After I told him about your illness, he immediately gave me a prescription."
Yang Yumei said, "That would cost a lot of money, right?"
"I didn't spend much, and I sold quite a bit too." In front of his wife, Old Lee took out another cloth bag.
"This, why are there so many?" Yang Yumei was a little surprised, she had never seen such a large amount of money being sold for medicine.
"These are all sold by those medicinal herbs. The Dr Ye is a kind-hearted person, he told me that those medicinal herbs aren't worth that much. Those bunch of traffickers, they are bullying us without our knowledge …"
Yang Yumei asked, "Then what do you plan to do from now on?"
"I plan to tell this to the head of the village and never sell it to those black-hearted drug dealers." Old Lee made up his mind.
Walking out of the house, one could see the fields outside the village.
"Old Li, you're back. Did you sell your medicine?" an old farmer asked when he saw a figure in the field.
Old Li looked and saw Old Man Chen, who was chasing the cow away. He could not help but open his mouth and say, "It's sold."
"How much did you sell? It shouldn't be much, right? I say, our place is just a run-down place. If you have the skills, then why not cultivate a variety of land? Those grassroots on the mountain, if you sell them to the traffickers, it wouldn't be too far off. Old Man Chen talked to himself. Ping Po village was never rich, and most of the young people in the village directly went to work in the city. Only a few old people were left behind to dig vegetables in various fields.
In the entire village, there were only three or four old men who were digging medicine, but the rest of them were either unable to be dug up anymore or they were peacefully farming. There was a lame Lu at the head of the village, and he was not originally called Lame Lu, but since he broke his leg when he went up the mountain to dig medicine, he had the title of a lame man.
Old Lee looked around and said, "I sold them for eight thousand."
Old Man Chen, who was smoking, fell to the ground with a thud. His eyes widened in disbelief as he asked, "How much did you sell it for?"
Very quickly, the few people in the village all knew of this news, and Old Lee did not intentionally reveal it, because the number of people in the village who could gather medicinal herbs was only a few.
"Is what you said true?"
"Old Lee, is this matter reliable or not?"
Although his leg was crippled, the amount of herbs he gathered every month was not little. Moreover, all these herbs were sold directly to the drug dealers that came to the village entrance. It was not that he did not know about them previously, but it was just that they had encountered a similar situation as the Old Lee. In the city, there was basically no one willing to communicate with them.
"Why would I lie to you!" The Old Lee's face was dark as he took out the money to talk.
Old Man Chen was shocked. "This is too much?!"
The money in front of him was much more persuasive than words. Lame Lu could no longer remain calm. He swallowed his saliva: "Old Li, is Dr Ye still taking medicine … "I, I don't need that much. It's enough as long as I can sell those medicinal herbs of mine for half the price."
"Collect, Dr Ye said that the more medicinal herbs the better!" More and more patients came, so the clinic was naturally lacking in medicinal herbs, and it was also lacking in good medicines. Old Lee felt that this was the only way he could repay the Dr Ye.