Godly Farmer Doctor: Arrogant Husband, Can’t Afford to Offend!

Hu Bo took the bamboo tube and drank a spring water. Although it was not cool, it was a great satisfaction to be able to drink a sip of water in this wild summer afternoon.

Hu Bo handed the remaining half of the water to Hu Feng, but Hu Feng refused to accept it, saying only that he was not thirsty.

Hu Bo just patted his head: "Hey, I don't like sharing food with people. I should have let you drink first."

Hu Feng did not answer the words, got up and walked to the bamboo pole, took two yacons from the inside, took the dagger and began to peel.

"What is this again?" Hu Bo couldn't help but ask, and he was happy to open the flowers. He went into the mountains with Bai Yu this time. It seems that the harvest is not small.

Hu Feng three times five and two will cut the yacon fruit, the movement is very fast, they did not even see how he cut, a meat powder in the orange yacon fruit peeling success.

"Snow lotus." He smacked three words and handed it directly to Hu Bo: "You eat first."

Hu Bo naturally wouldn't be polite with his son. He took a bite from the snow lotus fruit. The juice was sweet and sweet, crisp and refreshing. He didn't know how to describe this delicious, very special taste.

His first yacon has not been swallowed, Hu Feng has already cut the second one, and handed it to Zhao Lan: "You eat."

This is Hu Feng talking to her for the first time. She almost fell from the hillside last time. Hu Feng passed her and saved her. At that time, she was desperately thankful. Hu Feng never said a word to her. She was eating at his house last night. He has never spoken to her.

Zhao Lan was somewhat flattered and quickly reached for it.

She did not hurry to eat, but handed the yacon to the front of the white scorpion: "You want to eat first, just eat a little snake tail, you must be hungry."

Bai Hao pushed her hand back: "Mom, I didn't say it. When Hu Fenggang dug this, I ate a meal. Now I am still full. I don't want to eat at all. Besides, in the scorpion. More is, there is no need to give."

Hu Bo glared at the look of the white cockroach, and couldn't help but ask: "You said that you are going to the mountain to collect medicine, but you can use herbs?"

Bai Hao got up and looked around, and determined that no one around them had overheard them. This whispered: "Hu Bo, we dug a hundred-year-old wild ginseng and sold the money, we are half of the two."

Hu Bo almost didn't panic his chin when he heard it. He thought he had a problem with his ear: "What do you say?"

The white pheasant simply took out the ginseng from the bottom of the scorpion. "This is this, Hu Bo, how much can you say this ginseng?"

Hu Bo saw this ginseng. He was obviously very excited. He wanted to take it in his hand, but he was afraid of breaking it. He retracted his hand and sighed: "This big wild ginseng is still a hundred years old, according to me. Look, at least you can sell one hundred and two silver."

One hundred and two silver?

Zhao Lan’s eyes lit up several degrees, and even the voice of his voice followed him: “How much? One, one hundred and two?”

Hu Bo waved his hand: "I am not sure, but I have heard people talk about it before, saying that those rich people in the city are rare in the wild ginseng dug in the mountains. An ordinary wild ginseng can sell dozens of two. Silver, let alone such a big wild ginseng, I guess I have to sell a hundred and two."

The former white pheasant has never been to the town, and the knowledge is also very pitiful. In its memory, there is absolutely no convenient thing about this. She is not at all.