Divorce at the beginning, the rough general is very clingy

The two children are curious about everything and want to see everything.

Mi Yao held the two children and looked at the shop signs.

She is looking for a pharmacy.

Before, when Ye Xiao gave her the divorce letter, she saw the characters of the Dongqi Kingdom. They had more strokes than her own characters from the 23rd century, and were a bit like ancient traditional Chinese characters. She had some research on traditional Chinese characters. Fortunately, she was not illiterate when she came here.

Mi Yao noticed that Zi Yu was staring at a small stall. After a closer look, she found that it was selling some wooden toys, such as Luban locks and nine-linked rings. She didn't have these things in her villa, after all, she didn't have children at home.

"Do you like it?" Mi Yao asked softly.

"Yeah." Zi Yu hummed.

"Boss, how much is this?" Mi Yao asked, pointing at a Kongming lock.

"Fifty cents for a set of twelve," said the boss.

"Give me a set." Mi Yao also liked to play with Luban Lock and Kongming Lock in the past. It was fun to kill time.

"Mom, it's too expensive!" Ziyu hurriedly pulled Mi Yao. He remembered that his father's monthly salary was only fifty cents.

"Baby, you call me mother." Mi Yao was very excited. For the sake of this word, she would be willing to spend any amount of money, let alone fifty cents.

Zi Yu felt a little embarrassed.

"Playing with this can develop children's intelligence. Mom will buy you a set so you and your brother can play together." Mi Yao took out fifty cents.

If you ask where Mi Yao got the silver, of course it was from the day she first arrived. She got it from those two men. Oh no, it should be said that she got it from their corpses. The loose change and copper coins totaled about three taels.

The boss happily put the twelve Kongming locks into a bag.

The two brothers were very happy to have their first toy in their lives.

"Zi Chen, do you want to choose one?" Mi Yao asked.

"Mom, I just need to play with my brother. There are so many of them." Zi Chen said obediently.

"Okay, then let's look somewhere else." Mi Yao asked the old man selling goods again: "Uncle, which is the best pharmacy and clinic in our Wan'an Town?" Mi Yao asked.

"Oh, over there, there is a Huichun Hall. Opposite Huichun Hall is Jirentang. I heard that the ancestor of Huichun Hall's owner was an imperial physician in the palace. The medicine prices at Jirentang are more affordable." said the old man.

"There are two more drug stores on the street behind."

"Oh, OK, uncle, thank you." Mi Yao thanked him and took the child to Huichuntang. Since he was a royal doctor, he must be able to offer a high price. These herbs are all high-year herbs.

There were a lot of people in Huichun Hall, some coming to see a doctor, some coming to get medicine, and the queue stretched out to the street.

Mi Yao squeezed forward, and someone immediately objected, "Queue, queue, everyone is waiting, queue."

Mi Yao ignored him and squeezed to the door, where he saw a medicine boy.

"Little brother, I'm here to sell medicinal herbs, all of which are of high vintage." Mi Yao had never bought anything before, so she could only strike up a conversation instinctively without any skills.

"Go away, we won't accept it. We buy herbs from the Medical Association, not individual buyers." The medicine boy waved his hands, as if Mi Yao was some dirty thing.

Seeing the medicine boy's attitude, Mi Yao judged that the owner of this medicine shop was not a good person either, so he just didn't want it.

Mi Yao pulled her son out again and walked towards Jirentang.

There were also patients seeing doctors at Jirentang, but not many people, and there wasn't as many long queues as at Huichuntang across the street.

"Young man, are you buying herbs?" Mi Yao asked directly as soon as he entered the pharmacy.

"Ah? Oh, take it!" The medicine boy was startled and felt a little embarrassed.

The medicine boy ran to the backyard to call for the doctor, a white-haired man who looked to be about sixty years old, wearing a dark blue robe and a beard. His facial features were kind and his eyes were full of energy.

"Girl, are you selling herbs?" The old man asked in a loud voice with a slight smile.

"Yes, old man, please check the quality of the herbs first." Mi Yao put down the backpack and the old man took out the herbs. Mi Yao had already sorted them and tied them with straw ropes.

"Well, the year is good, and the processing is also good. The little girl understands pharmacology!" The old man was very satisfied with these herbs.

"I know a little bit." Mi Yao said.

"Very humble." The old man was very satisfied with Mi Yao's answer.

"These deer-bitter grass and vitex are both good, ten taels of silver for one tael, dodder is cheaper, two taels of silver for one tael, this Panax notoginseng is good, it is also well processed, three taels of silver for one tael, and these..." The old man looked at the rest, "these are all one tael of silver for one tael."

"Okay." In fact, Mi Yao didn't know what the price was, but she felt that the old man's attitude and tone of voice made her feel comfortable, so she agreed.

"Old man, take another look at this." Mi Mo took out three wild ginsengs, some of which were as thick as a child's arm, and the roots were well preserved.

"Wow, this is wild ginseng, it must be forty years old, three of them at once, haha, really good." The old man looked left and right, and finally appreciated all three of them, and said: "This ginseng is of very good quality and has high medicinal value. I will give you fifty taels per piece, how about it?"

"Just do as the old man says." Mi Mo was also very shocked. Fifty taels for one root. He had dug up a whole area the day before yesterday. There must be at least eight hundred roots, if not thousands. How much silver would that cost? Oh my god, he got rich accidentally.

The previous herbs totaled 23 taels, plus the wild ginseng, the total was 173 taels.

Two fifty-tael silver notes, and the rest was all silver.

Mi Yao thanked him and was about to leave with the child.

"Little girl, send me good herbs when you have them. Although my Jirentang is not doing well, the prices we offer are fair." The old man said self-deprecatingly.

"I wish there was no illness or suffering in the world, I would rather the medicine shelves were covered with dust. It's also a good thing if there were no patients." Mi Yao smiled.

"This girl is quite smart. If you have time, you can go to the county for a visit." Although the old man's words were meaningless, Mi Yao understood that the old man wanted her to sell her in the county for a high price.

"Thank you." Mi Mo pulled the child and was about to go out. Before they walked out, they suddenly heard crying and shouting.

The woman cried heartbreakingly. Everyone in Jirentang looked outside. It turned out that a man was holding a child. The child's limbs were all hanging in the air, swinging back and forth with the man's movements. The crying woman held the child's head and went to Huichuntang opposite. The man holding the child was kneeling at the door of Huichuntang. The woman cried and begged the doctor to save their son.

Those who were queuing did not stop them, after all, human lives were at stake.

A man in his forties walked out of Huichun Hall, felt the child's pulse, and shook his head.

"It's too late. The child is no longer breathing. Let's take care of the funeral." The doctor's words plunged the family into the abyss. The man hugged the child and burst into tears.

"Oh, that Daqing River swallows up several lives every year. It's such a sin!" The old man shook his head.

Mi Yao looked at the child in the arms of the man opposite him, who was soaked all over. He probably drowned. He didn't know if the child could be saved. If not, that would be his life. If so, he would just watch a life disappear in front of his eyes...