I Was Called a Poor Widow, But I Relied on My Supernatural Powers To Fight Back In Ancient Times Chapter 148

Chapter 148 Selling Qiuli Paste

After teaching a few people the eight steps of Vajra Kung Fu, Baiyunxi took a pound of Qiuli ointment and prepared to go to town.

“Mom, do you want me to accompany you?” Li stopped her move and came over with a smile.

"No, I can do it alone. You take Xiaosi and Xiaowu to dig out all the sweet potatoes that you didn't finish digging last time. Seeing that it's time for frost, An Yan went to the backyard to dig a cellar to store sweet potatoes and vegetables for the winter. .”

Baiyunxi handed a piece of floral cloth that he dug out yesterday to Mrs. Du.

“I remember that Yaya's winter cotton-padded jackets are too small. I will make new ones for her this year. When I come back from town, I will bring some cotton and you can cut it out for her first.”

“Hey, good.”

Mrs. Du took the floral cloth. The small pink flowers looked like the colors worn by young girls. Since moving to the shack, she had never seen her mother pull off the cloth again. It seemed that her mother had already prepared it for Yaya.

Looking at the clothes her daughter was wearing, she had made them into smaller sizes. In the past six months, the sleeves had become as short as her forearms. Originally, she had thought about adding a length to her in a few days so that she could wear them for another year.

Unexpectedly, my mother-in-law prepared it in advance.

After the division of labor, Bai Yunxi carried the basket and walked along the road to the town. Until she reached the town on foot, she didn't meet the bullock cart.

Having asked someone about the location of the medical clinic, Baiyunxi searched all the way there, looked at the Baohe Hall sign hanging on the door, and stepped in.

“Auntie, do you want to take medicine or see a doctor?”

As soon as he entered, he saw a young man standing at the counter holding a bundle of medicine with his fingers flying, handing it to the person who took the medicine, and then greeted Bai Yunxi with a smile.

Bai Yunxi glanced at the lobby of the pharmacy. In addition to the two people taking medicine, there was also a consultation table. Behind it sat a doctor in his forties or fifties, wearing a cross scarf, a gray beard, and gray cotton clothes. At this time He was checking her pulse with an old woman with squinted eyes.

“Little doctor, I don't take medicine or see a doctor. I just want to ask, does our pharmacy accept any medicinal materials?”

The young man listened to Bai Yunxi's question and glanced at the basket behind her.

"It's okay to take it, but ordinary medicinal materials are not valuable, and the price of fresh, unprocessed ones is not high."

Medical care during this period was backward. Most of the Chinese medicinal materials in medical clinics were collected from private sources, and the cultivation of medicinal materials had not yet reached a large scale.

But fortunately, there is no pollution here. There are Chinese herbal medicines everywhere in the countryside, rivers, ditches, and mountains and forests... Naturally, these are the most common medicinal materials that grow everywhere. They are really not valuable. The real quality ones have to go to the deep mountains and old forests. collect.

Those rare medicinal materials were collected by mountain people at the risk of their lives, and ordinary people cannot find them.

Bai Yunxi nodded in understanding, took out the prepared Qiuli paste from the basket, and put it on the counter.

“This is the Qiuli ointment I made myself. The quality is pretty good. I want to come over and ask about the price. How much can I charge?”

The young man opened the lid, smelled it, turned to look at the doctor next to him, and saw that he was already writing the prescription, so he didn't disturb him.

“Wait a moment, madam, until my master writes the prescription, and then I will identify the quality of this autumn pear ointment for you.”

Bai Yunxi nodded, "May I ask your master's name?"

“My master's surname is Cheng, and everyone in the town calls him Doctor Cheng.”

There were no patients in the pharmacy at the moment, the young man was not busy, and his tone was kind, so Bai Yunxi chatted with him with a smile.

“When I came in just now, I saw that the young doctor was very good at prescribing medicine for people, and he was kind to others. Is he about to become a doctor?”

(End of this chapter)

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