In Beijiang.
In the cultivation base.
As soon as Fang Qiu sat down in the office, He Xue rushed in. It seemed that she had just hung up the phone.
"I've received the news that dozens of Chinese Medicine companies have begun to take action."
He Xue said, "They have been working hard in the Chinese Medicine industry for many years. Almost every company has a fixed supplier. Especially at this time, all the other suppliers must be racking their brains to establish a relationship with them and fight for more benefits from them."
"Don't worry about them."
Fang Qiu seemed to have thought about it a long time ago. He said calmly, "We just need to go at our own pace."
"Okay."
He Xue nodded and turned to make all kinds of arrangements.
Not long after.
Just when the whole Internet was shocked and applauded Fang Qiu's announcement to rectify the Chinese Medicine market, the Three Billion Foundation quietly released an article on Weibo.
"In order to rectify the Chinese Medicine market and bring better and lower price high-quality Chinese Medicine to the whole country and even the world, our foundation will give priority to the purchase of high-quality Chinese Medicine nationwide from now on. All the medicinal material growers who are committed to conscientious medicinal materials can contact our foundation at any time. Our foundation will send quality inspectors to investigate and purchase as soon as possible."
Because everyone was focused on the content of Fang Qiu's press conference, they didn't notice the foundation's Weibo at first.
But after more than ten minutes.
This Weibo post was suddenly forwarded by countless people and soon became popular on Weibo.
When the Chinese Medicine merchants saw this Weibo post, they felt both happy and unhappy.
They were happy that Fang Qiu was obviously forced to buy from the regular wholesalers, so he could only look for medicine farmers at the bottom level.
What made them unhappy was that there were too many medicine farmers. If there were genuine medicinal materials of good quality, Fang Qiu's price would definitely be high, which would disrupt the entire market at the bottom level and also have a great impact on their sales of medicine.
However.
These Chinese Medicine merchants were not too worried.
Although there were many medicine farmers, how many of them could grow high-quality genuine medicinal materials?
…
Jiangzhe Province, Huaxia.
In a small rural yard with chickens and ducks.
A young man was sitting in front of the small yard, basking in the sun. He looked extremely dignified.
"Ah Shan, eat."
A shout came from the yard.
The young man stood up and carried the stool into the room. He sat down in front of a table with two or three dishes on it.
"I heard that the Chinese herbal medicine market seems to be changing. It was even said by the village leaders. There are a few families who don't grow medicine anymore."
At the table, the young man's father, a middle-aged man in his fifties, held his chopsticks but did not move for a long time.
"Ah Shan, if you really can't do it, just let them take the mai dong you planted. It's better than letting it rot in your hands."
A middle-aged woman who was refilling the rice said.
"Mom, Dad, I can't accept this."
The young man put down the bowl and chopsticks he had just picked up and said, "I study Chinese medicine. I studied Chinese medicine in college. I know the value of Chinese medicine, so after graduation, I came back to my hometown to plant Maidong, because only the Maidong grown here is the real medicinal material."
"I can't accept it. What's the use of not accepting it? Can it be used as food?"
The young man's father slammed his chopsticks on the table and said, "I told you at the beginning that our area is all about planting medicinal herbs. I don't object if you want to plant medicinal herbs, but you have to plant something that can make money. Why did you have to plant Ophiopogon japonicus and authentic medicinal herbs? You've invested all your money in it.
"That's enough."
The young man's mother rolled her eyes at the young man's father and said, "My son has gone to college. Have you? And the medicine planted by Ah Shan, people come to see and talk about it every day. If you really want to sell it, how can you not sell it?"
"What's the use of so many people coming to see it? They can't offer a good price."
The young man's father sighed and said, "As your mother said, sell it if you can. Don't let it rot in your hands."
"I won't!"
The young man gritted his teeth and said, "You don't know what a genuine medicinal material is. What is the real Maidong. I believe that one day there will be people who know what it is!"
After that.
The young man stopped eating and directly stood up and rushed out.
Indeed.
He was a college student.
The reason why he came back to be a medicine farmer after graduating from college was that he found that Maidong had disappeared from the market, so he wanted to come back to plant this genuine medicinal material!
Maidong.
It was listed as top grade in Shennong's Herbal Classic.
It had a sweet and mild smell and was non-toxic.
It was mainly used for qi accumulation in the heart and abdomen, injury in the middle, injury in the stomach, and shortness of breath.
Taking it for a long time made the body light and not old.
Although there were a lot of Maidong in the market of Chinese Medicine today, because there were too many kinds of Maidong, Maidong had disappeared.
Maidong was divided into Sichuan Maidong and Hangzhou Maidong.
Sichuan Maidong was cool, while Hangzhou Maidong was moist.
Because Sichuan Maidong was in the west, its nature was more prominent in the cold aspect, while Hangzhou Maidong was more prominent in the moisturizing aspect.
However, the difference between the two was only partial. Both Sichuan Maidong and Hangzhou Maidong were cool and moist. They were all genuine good Maidong in traditional medicine.
In history.
Many doctors would label Maidong or Sichuan Maidong in their medicine. But now with the extinction of Maidong, many Chinese Medicine doctors no longer paid attention to the history of these medicinal materials, which led to fewer and fewer high-quality resources of Maidong.
Of course, the main reason was that there was no market demand.
The price could not go up.
Therefore, almost no medicine farmer would be willing to spend a high cost to plant a low-priced medicine.
Precisely because of this.
When Ashan decided to plant Maidong, he encountered countless supercilious looks from his father and the obstruction of his relatives and friends, but he persisted.
Finally.
He planted it successfully. The quality of Maidong was very good, absolutely excellent. But because the price was slightly higher than the market, no pharmacist was willing to buy it.
After all, although the quality of the Ophiopogon japonicus was good, there were very few people who really went to the door to buy it. Those who didn't know about the Ophiopogon japonicus couldn't offer a good price, so the pharmacists were unwilling to make a losing deal.
Under such circumstances, he was at his wits' end!
He didn't believe that the Chinese Medicine market would be like this. He didn't believe that even genuine medicinal materials would be suppressed to the point of losing money.
If that was the case.
He would completely give up on the Chinese Medicine market, and even on Chinese Medicine.
If even genuine medicinal materials couldn't be planted, then the market was just an empty shell, and Chinese Medicine would only get worse and worse!
He ran to the medicine field.
Ashan looked at the Maidong that he had painstakingly planted and felt bitter.
"Beep, beep, beep …"
Suddenly, his cell phone rang.
"Yongqiang?"
Ashan answered the phone.
"Ashan, how are you doing recently? I heard that your Maidong has been planted and you made a lot of money, right?"
A joking voice came from the other end of the phone.
"Alas, you made a lot of money."
Ashan smiled bitterly and sighed, "Everyone thinks that my price is too high, and no one is willing to buy from me. I haven't sold it yet. After a while, the medicine will rot in the ground. If I had known it earlier, I would have gone to the Three Billion Foundation with you to sign up as a rural doctor. At least it can be regarded as a stable job."
"Our job is really stable. I guess it won't be a problem for me to work for a lifetime."
A complacent voice came from the other end of the phone and said, "But on your side, is the Chinese Medicine market so bad now? Why is no one even buying genuine medicinal materials?"
"Who knows? I heard from the village leader that the Chinese Medicine market is going to change. I don't know if it's true or not."
Ashan said.
"Since you mentioned this, I have a piece of news."
The person on the other end of the phone paused for a moment and said, "I heard that Fang Qiu is going to double the price of Chinese Medicine, and it will be ten times lower in three years. Maybe the downturn of the Chinese Medicine market has something to do with this."
"The market is the market, and planting is planting. The market price has nothing to do with me."
Ashan shook his head and said, "Compared with the price sold in the market, we, as medicine farmers, are already very weak."
"By the way."
The person on the other end of the phone suddenly thought of something and said, "I remember that our foundation posted on Weibo this morning. It seems that we are going to buy genuine medicinal materials from all over the country. If no one on your side can give you a price, why don't you contact our foundation and see if we can buy your medicinal materials?"
"Is there really such a thing?"
As soon as Ashan heard this, his eyes immediately lit up, and he instantly felt that there was hope.
"Of course, I won't lie to you. Hurry up on Weibo to see that contact number. Try to contact it first, and I will call you later. "
After that, he hung up.
Ashan did not hesitate, hurriedly found the number of the foundation, and directly called it.
Soon, the call was made.
Ashan stayed in the medicine field, waiting for the foundation to send someone to investigate.
As a result.
After waiting for several hours, the person from the foundation finally appeared in front of him.
Seeing the person coming.
Ashan was shocked at once.
It turned out to be Fang Qiu!
"You are Ashan, right? I found you according to the location you gave me."
Fang Qiu asked with a smile.
"I, I am, I am Ashan."
Ashan shook hands with Fang Qiu excitedly and gratefully.
Later.
Led by Ashan, Fang Qiu walked around the medicine field, and then directly pulled out a plant, picked a Ophiopogon japonicus, put it into his mouth, and closed his eyes for a while.
"Good, the whole is spindle-shaped, drier than Sichuan Ophiopogon japonicus, darker color, slightly pointed at both ends, slender, the whole body has irregular fine longitudinal wrinkles, the cross-section is yellowish-white, keratinous, and there is a small central column in the middle. It is indeed a genuine Ophiopogon japonicus."
Fang Qiu nodded with satisfaction and said, "Although the difference between Ophiopogon japonicus is very small, these differences are still very key in the manifestation of the medicinal properties. Doctors should be more rigorous to cure faster."
"No wonder you are Fang Qiu."
Ashan excitedly gave Fang Qiu a thumbs up.
He finally found someone who understood him!
"Do you know how to make medicine?"
Looking at the excited Ashan, Fang Qiu asked with a smile.
"Of course!"
Ashan immediately nodded and said, "I graduated from the University of Chinese Medicine. After graduation, I also specially studied. Definitely the ancient method of making medicine."
"Good."
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