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"But in fact, the ginseng is really fake. Your elder brother may have a problem. As for whether your poison is related to him, I have to meet him."

Yang Zimei had to tell him the truth.

Zeng Ziqing froze, with a severe blow on his face, shook his head and murmured, "This is impossible! Brother Gou will never harm me. He also said that he wants to be my brother for generations."

"I'm also guessing. But ginseng is really fake." Yang Zimei found a centuries-old ginseng for her from the snow ring in her storage ring. "Look, what's the difference between this and yours? ? "

"It smells so comfortable and refreshing."

Zeng Ziqing took the ginseng and carefully counted the bowl of reeds above, "Niuniu, you have only more than fifty reed bowls for ginseng, is it more than fifty years?

"No, it's been hundreds of years."

"How is that possible? Brother Gou said that the age of ginseng is related to how many reed bowls, one reed bowl for one year."

"This statement is not wrong, but in the past few decades before the wild ginseng grew, the reed bowl was generally not seen. Although my ginseng has only more than fifty reed bowls, it is a hundred-year-old ginseng. Is it a lot more comfortable than yours? "

Yang Zimei explained.

"It seems to be. The smell of my root seems quite ordinary, and it doesn't feel refreshed when I smell it."

Zeng Ziqing put the ginseng under his nose and sniffed, nodding.

"That's right. In fact, I just looked very carefully just now. Your reed bowl of ginseng is all made, and the ginseng itself is also made up of ginseng that is a few years old."

Yang Zimei pulled him a ginseng whisker and let him eat.

Zeng Ziqing put it in his mouth and chewed for a while, and nodded. "My ginseng, I have also pulled a beard to eat, it seems that I don't feel much. When I eat, I feel energetic immediately."

"So you are fake. I'll fetch it for you."

Yang Zimei stood up, "You take a rest here first."

"But that was my gift to Grandpa Zeng."

Zeng Ziqing frowned. "How sorry to come back?"

"It's okay, I'll go."

Yang Zimei returned to Zeng Zhenlong's room. Ye Wenxin stepped forward anxiously and asked, "Niu, what's wrong with Ziqing?"

"It's okay. I need ginseng to help me now. Grandpa Zeng, that ginseng ..."

Yang Zimei looked at Zeng Zhenlong.

"Want ginseng? Take it quickly. I have an old bone. It doesn't matter if ginseng is eaten or not, Niu Niu, you must treat Ziqing well."

Zeng Zhenlong said in a hurry.

"Ok."

Yang Zimei motioned to Ye Wenxin not to follow her to disturb her; otherwise, she would not be able to treat the disease.

She took ginseng in front of Zeng Ziqing and taught him to identify it carefully.

Only then did Zeng Ziqing find out that the reed bowls were really fake, and the ginseng was also glued and pieced together with glue.

Try the root beard again, it's really tasteless.

His whole figure seemed to collapse, and he threw the ginseng aside.

Yang Zimei knows how uncomfortable it feels to be deceived by someone he trusts.

"No! I'm going to get his account!"

Zeng Ziqing suddenly stood up Huo, angrily said, "I still helped him do so many things, and introduced so many people to know him, to help his business ..."

"not good!"

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