"A weed that I dug from somewhere can help us become a rich man?"

When the old patriarch Lan Jiji heard this, the expression on his face was so obvious even if he didn't speak - do you treat me like an idiot?

Wei Xiang did not explain, but asked another question: "Is there anyone in the valley who will die of illness right away? It's okay for those who are sick."

Lan Jiji looked at Xia Jiao, and Xia Jiao immediately said: "Duda used to be our bravest warrior, but he had been lying in bed for a long time due to injury from a hunting."

Wei Xiang said: "Let's go and have a look."

A moment later, in a room in the valley that was not too remote, Wei Xiang and others met Duda.

Duda is a man in his early thirties. It can be seen that he was once a very strong person, but his injuries have made him look thin and thin. He looks like he intakes more and he has less energy.

Wei Xiang lifted the wound and looked at it for a while, then put it down again, stuffed the ginseng in his hand into Lan Jie's hand next to him, and ordered calmly: "Take it into a medicine soup for him to drink, no problem."

Xia Jiao let out an extremely obvious sneer and turned around and left.

That night, Lan Ru, who came to visit Wei Xiang, told Wei Xiang something: "It spread throughout the valley, saying that you overestimate your ability and want to cure Duda."

Wei Xiang tightened his arms, hugged Lan Ru deeper into his arms, and said leisurely: "Although I am not a doctor, since Duda was once your bravest warrior, it is very likely that someone's help to withstand the wound infection."

Lan Ru sighed and said, "Even the great witch announced that Duda might return to the embrace of the gods at any time."

Wei Xiang narrowed his eyes and smiled: "If the Great Witch says this, then I may be the messenger sent by the gods to save Duda. By the way, how many people are there in your hunting team? Let them go to the mountain with me tomorrow to pick ginseng."

Lan Ru is the captain of the hunting team of Guru. Considering that he was about to take Lan Ru away from Guru, Wei Xiang did not feel that there was any problem with his small public instrument at this time. Anyway, Guru's patriarch was his second father-in-law.

This ginseng will take three days to pick it.

With the anti-counterfeiting of the so-called "century-old mountain ginseng" and "thousand-year-old ginseng essence" on certain treasure appraisal programs on TV in his previous life, Wei Xiang carefully selected a batch of wild ginseng that looked more than a hundred years old, with a total of 500 trees!

"It's almost done, too much will become cheap."

Wei Xiang felt that if he could return to future generations with these five hundred wild ginseng that were truly born and raised without any pollution, he would be a new billionaire in minutes!

Otherwise, how can knowledge be said to be wealth?

When Wei Xiang happily brought the hunting team to the Neijuru tribe on the evening of the third day, he unexpectedly discovered that a group of people gathered at the entrance of the valley, waiting for his return.

A man rushed towards Wei Xiang like a strong leopard, and knelt on the ground with a thud, whispering a bunch of Chi Di languages ​​that Wei Xiang could not understand.

Wei Xiang was surprised and didn't understand the situation for a while: "This is..."

Lan Jijiji's voice sighed and appeared: "This is Duda you saved. He said that from today on, he will be your most loyal slave!"

"Duda?" Wei Xiang was stunned for a moment after hearing this name, and then he remembered the name: "Hello?"

Duda understood Wei Xiang's words, nodded vigorously, then kissed Wei Xiang's boots, knelt in front of Wei Xiang's face, and raised his hands.

Lan Jijiji explained again: "If you agree, drop blood in his palm, and from then on he will be your most loyal war slave!"

Wei Xiang glanced at Lan Ru beside him and saw Lan Ru handing over a dagger, so he gently stabbed his ring finger without any hesitation.

Two drops of blood fell into the palms of Duda's hands, and the onlookers made a cheering sound from the crowd.

My second brother-in-law, Lan Jie, walked up with a smile and said with envy: "Do you know how rare the war slave is? This is the reward that can only be obtained by saving the warriors. There is not even me and my uncle!"

Although Wei Xiang didn't know how rare this so-called war slave was, he still made a clear judgment after seeing the ugly face of Xia Jiao standing beside Lan Ji Ji. So he smiled and took out a ginseng from the basket behind him and put it in the palm of Duda's hand: "You continue to use ginseng to take good care of your body, and go back to Weiyi with me in a few days!"

Lan Jiji Ji also walked up, her eyes shining under the torch: "Wei Xiang, we must have a good talk!"

A moment later, in the Nei Juru's convention hall, Wei Xiang, Lan and Ji's husband-in-law and son-in-law sat opposite each other, looking at each other, sparks flew faintly.

Wei Xiang stretched out eight fingers: "Clan leader, I won't talk nonsense if I'm all my own people. This time I can give Li Jiuru 20% of the profit, which is your labor and hard work."

Lan Jiji Ji snorted heavily and shouted, "Wei Xiang, who are you sending me? All the ginseng is my fault. Why do you have to take 80% of it?"

Wei Xiang said without any concession: "If it weren't for me, even if you, Guru, wouldn't you know that there was a magical medicine like ginseng, even if it grew all over the mountains and fields, what's the use? Besides, without me, why would you sell ginseng to Jin?"

Lan Ji Ji sneered: "There are many nobles and officials in Jin State, and Zhao is also a choice!"

Wei Xiang laughed and said, "When other officials heard this news, they learned the value of ginseng, and the first person they wanted to destroy is your Guiru. Do you understand? As for Zhao, Zhao is on my side rather than your side. It is best for the patriarch to figure out this."

Lan Jijiji stared at her eyes and said, "So what? Nie Juru will get at least 50%!"

Wei Xiang said calmly: "At most 2.5%, this is my bottom line. The patriarch is a smart person. He should know that if he leaves me, ginseng may still be a good thing, but it may not be a good thing for Nei Juru."

...

Lan Ji Ji slapped the table and squirted saliva. After quarreling with Wei Xiang for a long time, he finally made a decision.

From now on, all the ginseng picked from Guru must be handed over to Wei Xiang for sale. In return, Guru will give Guru a dividend of 25% of his profits.

The two of them stolen blood in front of the ancestral tablets in the meeting hall in public, and according to the Chinese rules, they pressed the wooden alliance letter with blood seals and cut them into two halves and held them by each of them.

After doing this, both of them breathed a sigh of relief and smiled at the same time.
Chapter completed!