Chapter 1248

Hansel scoffed. "Get rich? Yeah, right. Tell me, are you planning to steal or rob?" Matthew cleared his throat to begin explaining about organic wheat, but Hansel cut him off sharply. "Save it. Our soil isn't right for wheat—these villages mainly grow ginger." Matthew considered it and replied, "Ginger can work, too. You can sell it for medicinal use, retail, or wholesale in the city." Hansel laughed coldly. "You're dreaming. Medicinal ginger comes from specific regions, and ours is just for cooking. And even then, we can barely sell it. We're stuck selling it to the middlemen who come by to collect it." Matthew remembered his mom complaining just the other day about paying ten bucks a pound for ginger. He chuckled and said, "No matter who you sell it to, you're still making a huge profit!" Hansel's laugh was sharp and bitter. "Profit? Agriculture doesn't work like that. I just harvested 30 thousand pounds of ginger, and the buyers' prices are so low, it's depressing. "One pound