Chapter 729
Although the news came quickly, the results of collecting medicinal herbs were not ideal.
Yang Fan had followed Yun Miaoyi through three villages, yet they hadn’t even managed to gather half a cartload of herbs.
Forget about stockpiling inventory; they were still far from meeting next month’s quota.
In truth, these households did have plenty of medicinal herbs, but their asking prices were inflated, and their attitudes were particularly unyielding.
Yang Fan carefully did the math; if he bought at their prices, he wouldn’t incur a loss, but the profit margin would be negligible—essentially working for nothing. So what would be the point of buying?
Yang Fan left his phone number with them, but judging from their somewhat impatient demeanor, the chances of them changing their minds later seemed slim. When the market had a shortage of herbs, this was how things were: sellers started getting picky.
It was just like a few years ago when beef prices were high—cattle merchants from out of town wouldn’t even get the time of day from the locals.
They weren’t worried about not being able to sell their goods at all.
They would rather haggle with the familiar buyers they trusted than waste time with outsiders.
"Fanzi, I’ll reach out to more contacts in the next few days. Although not many people here grow medicinal herbs, it’s not just one or two households either. If your schedule permits, I believe we could go directly to the villages and approach individual growers," Yun Miaoyi suggested. "Those farming dozens or even hundreds of acres likely already have established buyers and more access to market information."
Yang Fan was already pondering this idea.