From his attire, he seemed to be a villager from the nearby mountains, and he appeared to have just come down from them.
At this moment, Ye Wutian was the only customer in the store. The man glanced at him, then walked to the cabinet closest to Ye Wutian and quietly asked the salesperson, "Do you buy wild mountain ginseng here?"
"We do, let's see the ginseng you have," the salesperson said.
After hesitating for a moment, the man reluctantly pulled out his right hand from his bosom, pinching a not-so-small ginseng in his grip.
Seeing the ginseng in the man's hand, the salesperson was slightly surprised, promptly calling over the old man with profound experience.
The old man put on his reading glasses, picked up the ginseng, and scrutinized it carefully for a moment before shaking his head and saying, "The root of this ginseng is white and tender, the hair roots are rough, superficial, and not coherent. Clearly, it is not genuine wild ginseng."