A night passed without a word.
Early the next morning, the three of them walked into the slope.
Old Zhao lowered his head and began searching for traces of ginseng nearby, but Qi Yun pulled him and said with a smile, "Sir, we're not there yet. We need to go two kilometers further north."
Old Zhao looked a bit puzzled but didn't say much, nodding his head and continuing on the road.
After walking for another half an hour, Qi Yun estimated that they were close enough, so he said to Old Zhao, "Sir, it's up to your skills now."
Upon hearing this, Old Zhao tucked his tobacco pipe into his waistband and snorted, "Let me make it clear first, if there is really ginseng here, I will definitely find it for you. But if I can't find it, it can only mean that someone lied to you."
Qi Yun nodded with a smile, "I naturally trust your skills. If we can't find it, I won't blame you."
