Although the news came quickly, the results of collecting medicinal herbs were not ideal.
Yang Fan had followed Yun Miaoyi through three villages, yet they hadn't even managed to gather half a cartload of herbs.
Forget about stockpiling inventory; they were still far from meeting next month's quota.
In truth, these households did have plenty of medicinal herbs, but their asking prices were inflated, and their attitudes were particularly unyielding.
Yang Fan carefully did the math; if he bought at their prices, he wouldn't incur a loss, but the profit margin would be negligible—essentially working for nothing. So what would be the point of buying?
Yang Fan left his phone number with them, but judging from their somewhat impatient demeanor, the chances of them changing their minds later seemed slim. When the market had a shortage of herbs, this was how things were: sellers started getting picky.
