"Mr. Zhang, Miss Hong Yi asked me to find out if this time it's your friend who wants a thousand-year-old ginseng?"
"That's right," Qin Feng hurried to say.
"How many thousands of years would you like?"
"Cough cough cough!" Qin Feng coughed vigorously again. To ask such a question, aren't you afraid others will curse you for being pretentious?
"Uncle Zhong, let's go have a look now!"
"Okay, Mr. Zhang, everyone, please this way." Uncle Zhong led them directly toward the depths of the herbal field.
"Mr. Zhang, we have grown three types of ginseng here, which were cultivated a long time ago. These varieties have a high content of ginsenosides, and their antioxidant capacity gets stronger as they age," Uncle Zhong explained as they walked.
"Does this kind of ginseng really have life-extending effects?" Zhang Menglong asked.
