"Yes," Wu Qingshui did not argue. After all, the entire household belonged to Mr. and Mrs. Bai. As long as the two of them had no objections, no one else had the right to say a word.
"Wait," Mrs. Bai said. Figuring that since Mr. Bai had already spoken, she might as well take out a bit more at once, she added, "I remember there is also a century-old ginseng root in the storehouse. Bring that out too."
Wu Qingshui hesitated. "Madam, Mr. Bai set that aside for emergencies..."
"He Er's journey to Lingnan is incredibly perilous, and she is about to give birth. That ginseng might just save her life at a critical moment.
"As for the manor, issue an order later to have everyone keep an eye out. It just means spending a few more Silver Taels. If they come across any good aged ginseng, have them stock up."
