After crossing the border, I rely on craftsmanship to eat

In March, everything recovers.

Dong Chuanlin and Han Song walked through several alleys and stopped at the door of a dilapidated medicine store.

There are traces of spiders staying at the corner of the gate, and the plaque is old and crumbling. The words on the plaque are not clear after being exposed to wind and sun, but it can be vaguely recognized as "Yuqingtang".

Han Song walked into the pharmacy casually, without saying hello to the shopkeeper, and directly put the pannier on his shoulders on the counter.

The shopkeeper of the medicine shop was grabbing the medicine, and when he heard the sound, he glanced at the two of them, and after seeing their faces clearly, he went on grabbing the medicine without looking sideways.He seemed to glance at the air inadvertently, and didn't care.

Although the storefront is dilapidated, the business is not bad. Customers come and go, and the shopkeeper still maintains a flattering smile in the face of various requests from customers.

Dong Chuanlin, who obviously felt that he was being treated differently, was angry. If the tall man standing next to him hadn't responded at all, he would have gone up to argue with the shopkeeper.

If a stick of incense is burned in front of the medicine cabinet, sparks can burn up the stick.

After seeing off the last guest, the shopkeeper walked over slowly with reluctance written all over his face, looked at the blindfolded basket from a distance, and asked from a distance, "What is this one?"

This posture is very much like the old eunuch who pretends to be powerful in the palace.

Han Song put his hands on the black cloth covering the back basket and replied, "It's a money snake."

"Hey, you caught the snake just after it came out of the hole?" The shopkeeper poked his head over in doubt, lifted the black cloth to take a closer look, suddenly paled in shock, he hurriedly threw the black cloth away, and exclaimed: "Live?"

I saw a snake that was as thick as a finger straightened up, swayed leisurely, and spit out its proud and beautiful snake letters from time to time.It has black and white stripes on its back, patchwork, and twists and turns, but it can only be at the same height as the back basket.

Dong Chuanlin was also taken aback.He only knew that Han Song hit a snake, but he didn't know that it was still alive.

Han Song, who was closest to the snake, calmly covered the black cloth, and everything returned to calm.

The shopkeeper brushed his chest, stood where he was and didn't dare to approach, and said from a distance: "Your snake is too fat, and the money white flower snake is best used as a young snake for medicine. The price is probably..."

Han Song lowered his eyebrows and thought for a moment, "Shopkeeper, tell me a price."

The shopkeeper who took the initiative squeezed the muscles of his face with a half-smile, and said in a generous tone, "They are old acquaintances, I will accept a penny."

The snake is a bit thicker, but the winter chill has not completely dissipated, and it is really difficult to catch a snake. The snake that took a lot of effort can only be sold at this price, and Han Song is a little hesitant.

The shopkeeper also felt that the price was low, and leaned on the medicine cabinet and said hypocritically: "You don't know how much the price is when you go to other places. With this price, I can be regarded as taking care of Brother Han."

Han Song didn't think about it any more, he pushed the basket forward, and said in a deep voice, "Sell."

The shopkeeper frowned happily, "Okay." He rubbed his palms to hide his joy, looked around and pointed to the porcelain jar on the cabinet against the wall, and said, "Throw the snake into the jar."

Dong Chuanlin stood aside and stomped his feet angrily. When doing business, he didn't bargain or kill anyone.

He stopped the obedient Han Song, tiptoed to his ear and said, "Brother Han, he has lowered the price, don't sell it."

Although he couldn't hear what they were whispering clearly, he understood the hesitant look on Han Song's face again.

The shopkeeper sneered with one hand on his hip, and said mockingly, "Yo, I haven't seen you for a few days, Brother Han has an extra little follower. Why, the water that was spilled has to be recycled?"

How can a young and energetic young man hold back his breath, and act with me, and do what you can.Dong Chuanlin swallowed the swear words to his lips, grabbed Han Song's sleeve, and signaled him not to speak.

The young man's crisp voice, with an innocent smile that is ignorant of the world, said: "Aren't we afraid that the shopkeeper will suffer? Since the shopkeeper doesn't want it very much, then let's go to ask elsewhere, so as not to delay the shopkeeper's business."

"He's a sharp-tongued master. Brother Han, you mean the same thing? I'd like to remind you that it's not that easy to get in after leaving the store."

The shopkeeper choked and couldn't refute, so he threw the topic to Han Song who seemed to be in a daze.

What's the matter with blatantly threatening people.Dong Chuanlin was about to go forward and "explain" to the shopkeeper, but Han Song grabbed his shoulders to prevent him from moving.

"Of course I won't go back on my promise. My little brother is not sensible and speaks out of proportion. I still hope the shopkeeper Haihan."

What a fart Haihan, Dong Chuanlin stared at Han Song, the soul of the quarrel was on fire.

Han Song didn't react except for a little force on his shoulders, and there was no emotion on his already dark face.After he finished speaking calmly, he calmly gave Dong Chuanlin a nod to soothe his restless heart.

When Dong Chuanlin saw the insatiable look of the shopkeeper, he panicked with anger.Knowing that it is a pit, you have to accept your fate and jump into it, how useless.

After leaving the store, he was still suffocating, and asked inexplicably: "Brother Han, why did you sell it to him when you knew he had lowered the price? If you change the store, maybe the price can be raised."

Han Song explained patiently: "If you don't sell it today, he won't accept any medicines after that."

Instead of letting the goods stay in your hands, it's better to go down the steps.

"If you don't take it, you don't take it. There are so many drugstores on this street. It's not the same to change one."

They were standing on the busiest street in the town, and the medicine stores they passed along the way were almost full.

Facing Dong Chuanlin's innocent and kind thoughts, Han Song sighed silently in his heart, if it was really so simple, he wouldn't have to take such risks.

Seeing that he became dumb again, Dong Chuanlin had no choice but to shut up.

After walking a few steps, Han Song stopped in front of a medicine store again.

This pharmacy is much more grand than the one just now, and the customers who are queuing up can cover the customer flow of Black Crow's shopkeeper's house for half an hour.

Here Dong Chuanlin was still standing stupidly admiring the majestic appearance of the medicine shop, while Han Song stood behind the long line without saying a word.

Dong Chuanlin, who was alone, kept up, and stood obediently by the side and lined up together.

The pharmacy they were queuing for was called "Yi Cao Tang", and it was a well-known pharmacy in the town.Even a three-year-old child knows that the medicine of Yicaotang is one of the best in a hundred, and its efficacy is remarkable.

Matching its medicinal effect is also the price, the medicine of Yicaotang is a bit more expensive than that of ordinary medicine shops.

Han Song's mother has been ill all year round, and the condition worsened after her husband passed away two years ago.In order to treat his mother, Han Song took great pains to empty out his family fortune.Thanks to the excellent medical skills of the doctors in Yicaotang, Aunt Han's health gradually improved after taking the medicine.It's just that Aunt Han's physical foundation is weak, and she has been plagued by illnesses all year round, so she can only rely on medicine to maintain her health.

The speed of the team was fairly fast. After waiting for a while, Han Song and Dong Chuanlin lined up from outside the door to the medicine store.

The medicine shop is divided into two parts, on the left are two old doctors with white beards sitting in the clinic, and on the right is a whole wall of dark red medicine buckets.

The dark red medicine hoppers are arranged in an orderly manner, and the neat and neat layout shows the atmosphere. Several young medicine workers are holding medicines with scales.

It may be that every move of doctors and pharmaceutical workers involves life and health, even if there is a long queue of customers, they are happy and do not make noise.

Affected by the atmosphere, Dong Chuanlin had no choice but to approach Han Song and chat in a low voice.I am afraid that if the voice is louder, I will be charged with the crime of making loud noise and disturbing order. It is better to be a human being with your tail clamped in an unfamiliar place.

The queuing time was long and boring, and Dong Chuanlin, who came to the town a handful of times, pulled Han Song from the street to the end of the street.

Han Song answered tirelessly, and would say a few more words when he talked about interesting things.

The time for listening to people telling stories was fleeting, and seeing that it was their turn soon, there was a sudden quarrel in front of them.

The thinner Dong Chuanlin squeezed into the crowd, leaning his head to watch the excitement.

It was a middle-aged uncle who was arguing with the young drug worker who was picking up the medicine. Dong Chuanlin listened for a while before he figured out the reason.

The reason was that the uncle who was buying medicine asked the pharmacist why the ginseng tablets he bought the day before yesterday were different from the ones he bought before.The pharmacist explained that because all the medicines are different, after cutting and processing, it is impossible to find two pieces of the same medicine.

The uncle also said that the ginseng tablets bought a few times ago were obviously more effective, but the effect of the one bought the day before yesterday was not so significant.

To say that the effect of the medicine is not so obvious is to slap the face and say that the medicine they sell is not good.The pharmacist replied impatiently that it was related to the aggravation and change of the condition, and their medicine was good.

After being fooled by the Tai Chi-like answer several times in a row, the uncle was furious and asked the pharmacist loudly: "My old man lives on ginseng slices, so you can't do anything foolish!"

The uncle was emotional, and after roaring, blood rushed from his neck to his forehead, flushing red.

The pharmacist was annoyed by the question and didn't bother to argue, so he directly moved out the century-old name of Yicaotang, and said proudly: "Since the opening of Yicaotang, there has never been a mistake in medicinal materials. Every piece of medicinal material is carefully selected and is worthy of the price. Besides, the medicinal materials are poor. What you smashed was your own brand name, why do you think we should do that?"

Dong Chuanlin nodded at the side, feeling that what Yao Gong said was reasonable.It's not worth smashing the signboards just to make a little money, even a smart person knows how to choose.

The rest of the onlookers also echoed one after another, scrambling to tell about all the acute illnesses and severe illnesses that their relatives had cured in the Yicaotang.

One person cannot speak for many.

The uncle's momentum weakened, his face turned from red to pale, and he muttered: "Could it be that I made a mistake?"

The protagonist is gone, and the topic is not over yet.The onlookers said they were addicted, and all of them were comparing whose disease was more serious, and how it was cured by the wonderful hands of the doctor in Yicaotang.

At the beginning, everyone was quite normal, but gradually it turned into a comparison contest.The more the story was told, the more evil it became. Even after dying into the coffin, he could be alive and kicking with a bowl of medicine.

Reason told Dong Chuanlin that this was impossible, and curiosity encouraged him to know whether it was true or not.

He patted Han Song's arm and hooked his hand to motion him to bend down.Although Han Song was puzzled, he cooperated, and Dong Chuanlin took advantage of the situation and whispered in his ear.

Dong Chuanlin was afraid that outsiders would hear, so he finished speaking quickly in a low voice, and accidentally brushed his lips against his earlobe when he left.

A slight touch made a trace of heat well up in my heart.Han Song subconsciously rubbed his earlobes, and said, "That's the rumor, I don't know if it's true or not."

Rumors are spreading more and more outrageous, which runs counter to the truth.Dong Chuanlin asked again: "Brother Han, do you believe it? Are you really so magical?"

Han Song just opened his mouth to answer, but closed his mouth in embarrassment. He looked down at the floor tiles and said, "There are more evil things in the world than this. There is no need to explore everything clearly."

"But this..." Dong Chuanlin was about to argue, when the uncle in front of them left with two bags of medicine, Han Song handed the prescription to the pharmacist.

Seeing that Han Song was staring at the drug worker grabbing the medicine and obviously didn't want to answer, Dong Chuanlin stopped asking and pondered secretly.

The more he thought about it, the more he felt that what Han Song said was reasonable.Instead of thinking about so many nosy things, it is better to think about your own situation.

It's easy to travel to another world and survive, but why is it so difficult to make a fortune? !

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