Chapter 132: Anything under twenty million, forget it!

The ginseng pushed up from the soil, still caked with dirt, its pale roots splayed like fingers. "Look, everyone-real ginseng!" "Zakiel was right-our village is on sacred ground." "The ancestors must be watching over us. Good thing we didn't sell this patch, or we'd have taken a real bath." As the ginseng rose from the earth, the villagers broke into a chorus of gasps and chatter. "This land is blessed by heaven and earth. Anywhere I point, either ginseng or something valuable will sprout." Zakiel...