Traveling through 1942 with space

"Ouch! Look at my poor memory. How could I have forgotten the herbs?

In troubled times, this medicinal herb is a good thing, and the planting space can grow quickly. If you plant ginseng and other medicinal herbs, you will never be short of money in the future. "

When he arrived at the door of a shop called Li’s Chinese Medicine Shop, Hou Xiaoge slapped his forehead and suddenly realized something.

"Let's go in and see if there are any unprocessed medicinal materials in this pharmacy." Hou Xiaoge walked into the Chinese medicine shop excitedly.

As soon as Hou Xiaoge walked into the pharmacy, a strong smell of traditional Chinese medicine hit his nose, which made him sneeze twice.

In the drugstore, a young man in his twenties, wearing a long robe, was reading a yellowed copy of "Medical Spring and Autumn" with great interest.

I heard someone sneezing, and when I looked up, I saw Hou Xiaoge covering his nose.

"Young man, are you sneezing because you feel unwell? Do you want to see a doctor or get some medicine?" The young man put down the book and asked with a smile.

"I don't see a doctor or prescribe medicine. I sneezed just now because I suddenly smelled the medicine.

Are you a doctor from the pharmacy? I want to buy some fresh herbs or seeds. Do you have any here? "Hou Xiaoge asked politely.

"Little brother, do you want to sell fresh medicinal herbs or medicinal seeds? Are you going back to plant them?" Li Qingsong asked with a smile while looking at the child in front of him.

"Yes! I want to buy some medicinal seeds to plant back home. Those for bruises, red wounds, diarrhea, and typhoid fever would be best. Ginseng seeds would be even better." Hou Xiaoge thought for a moment, cupped his hands and asked.

“Medicines for diarrhea and typhoid fever have seeds and fresh seedlings, but medicinal materials for traumatic injuries only have seeds, not fresh materials.

There is war outside right now and there is an urgent need for medicine for bruises and wounds. The stock in our small shop is very small and all transactions must be registered with real names.

As for the ginseng seeds that the little brother mentioned, our Central Plains is not a ginseng producing area, so naturally we don't have any." Li Qingsong took out a book from the drawer, opened it and looked at it for a while, then replied with a smile.

What Hou Xiaoge wanted most was actually ginseng seeds. When he heard that, he was a little disappointed for a moment.

"Then please give me some of the medicinal seeds I requested just now! Not much, just a little of each will be fine. I only have three dollars and I'm afraid it's not enough." Hou Xiaoge said as he carefully took out three dollars from his pocket and placed them on the counter.

"Three dollars is enough. Sit down and wait for a moment, little brother. I'll be right back.

Yinhua, come out and look after the store for a while." Li Qingsong was delighted when he saw Dayang, and he quickly walked to the back door and called inside.

"coming."

After a while, a woman who looked to be in her twenties came out from the inner room, holding a two-year-old girl in her arms.

"Yinhua, you hold the child and watch the store for a while. I'll go to the inner warehouse to find some medicinal seeds for this little brother." Li Qingsong pinched his daughter's face, then quickly walked into the inner room.

After her husband left, the young woman put down the little girl in her arms and took the thermos to pour water for Hou Xiaoge.

"Little brother, tea is not selling well right now. I'll use the wolfberries in the store to make you a cup of water. I hope you don't mind." The woman embarrassedly took three wolfberries from a ceramic cup beside her, soaked them in water, and brought it to Hou Xiaoge and said.

Seeing that the proprietress of the drugstore was so polite, Hou Xiaoge politely took the teacup and thanked her.

"Zizi! I have saved myself dozens of detours and now I can drink wolfberry water. Never mind, it's better to have flavor than plain water." Hou Xiaoge took the teacup and smiled bitterly.

When the woman handed water to Hou Xiaoge, the little girl next to her hugged her mother's calf and looked at Hou Xiaoge with curiosity.

Looking at the little girl in the pink floral dress, Hou Xiaoge was also very curious. He pretended to take out a piece of malt sugar from the sack in the backpack.

"Little girl, come here, uncle will give you some candy." Hou Xiaoge shook the maltose in his hand at the little girl and tempted her with a smile.

Although Li Qingsong's family runs a pharmacy, ordinary people cannot go into the city when they are sick during famine years, so since the disaster, the only customers are the people in the city.

But Li Qingsong was too young. Rich people would go to other older doctors in the city for treatment, and only some citizens who were short of money would come to his house.

Li Qingsong did not dare to raise the price, for fear that the few remaining customers would go to other clinics, so he had been treating patients at a small profit since the disaster.

Due to the decrease in income, the family can barely make ends meet these days. How can they afford to buy snacks for the children, let alone good things like sugar?

When the little girl saw Hou Xiaoge take out the candy, her eyes lit up at first. Then when she heard Hou Xiaoge say that it was candy, she no longer hid behind her mother. She swung her legs happily and ran towards Hou Xiaoge.

"Chun Shao, you girl, how can you be so rude!" After her daughter took the malt sugar from Hou Xiaoge's hand, the woman pretended to be angry and scolded her daughter.

"Sister-in-law, it's just a piece of maltose the size of a fingernail, less than ten cents. I just think the little girl is cute, so please don't scold her." Hou Xiaoge touched the little girl's dry hair and persuaded with a smile.

"Oh! Thank you, little brother. It's all because of the way this world is.

The city is sealed off, and ordinary people can't enter the city when they are sick. Our clinic is also in trouble now! "Yinhua sighed and told Hou Xiaoge, a young child, about their difficulties.

After hearing this, Hou Xiaoge suddenly realized. People often say that cooks will never starve in a famine, but in Hou Xiaoge's opinion, doctors will never starve. As long as people are sick, they will need a doctor.

Just now when Xiao Ge took out the three dollars, he saw the boss's face was full of joy. He thought the boss regarded him as a fat sheep, but he didn't expect it to be this reason.

Without customer traffic, even if you have the ability to revive the business, you can only watch helplessly.

After getting close to the proprietress for a while, Hou Xiaoge took out two more pancakes and exchanged them for about thirty dried wolfberries from her, hoping to grow them when he returned.

While playing with the little girl and chatting with the woman, half an hour passed quickly, and Li Qingsong hurried out holding a dustpan.

"Little brother, sorry to have kept you waiting. These are the seeds packaged for you. I have written the name of the medicinal herb on each one so that you can identify them when you go back." Li Qingsong said, pointing to a dozen small packages wrapped in yellow paper in the winnowing basket.

Hou Xiaoge was very happy to see that the boss had written the name of each medicinal ingredient. It seemed that the boss was very honest.

"Boss, do you have any medical books or skills? Don't get me wrong, I'm talking about the printed ones, not the ones passed down in your family." Hou Xiaoge asked expectantly.

"Boss, if you have any, sell it to the little brother! He just gave malt sugar to our Ni'er. He is a very nice guy." Yinhua on the side also cooperated with Hou Xiaoge.

Seeing that the boss was hesitant, Hou Xiaoge simply picked up his backpack, grabbed a handful of sorghum and put it on the counter.

"Boss, I have thirty kilograms of sorghum rice. If you give me three books, I will exchange them with you. How about it?" Hou Xiaoge patted the backpack and looked at Li Qingsong as if he was taking advantage of him.

Looking at the full-grain sorghum on the counter and enduring the severe pain in his waist, Li Qingsong compromised directly.

There was no way. Hou Xiaoge offered too much, and with his own wife's severe punishment, it was difficult for him to refuse.

The books printed monthly these days are indeed not valuable, but Li Qingsong likes reading books and is reluctant to sell them.

Finally, Li Qingsong took out three medical books from the cabinet.

Two of them are well known to Hou Xiaoge, namely Compendium of Materia Medica and Treatise on Cold Damage, which were published in 1931 and 15 respectively. The last one is a book of prescriptions, named Jingyue New Prescriptions.

Hou Xiaoge accepted the book with satisfaction, and then asked the woman to get a container and pour the sorghum in. After the transaction, Hou Xiaoge declined the couple's request to stay and hurried out of the medicine shop.

Hou Xiaoge can be said to have gained a lot from going into the city today. This was the most comfortable time in the past half month.

When he arrived near Fan's Dental Clinic, Hou Xiaoge did not go in directly. Instead, he walked around Fan's Dental Clinic and used his mental power to check where the cattle shed of Fan's Dental Clinic was.

Since Fan's dental business is so big, they must raise a lot of large animals like donkeys and horses to carry goods or people.

Compulsory education has taught Hou Xiaoge not to steal other people’s things for no reason, as he believes this is immoral.

Originally, Hou Xiaoge thought that if the Fan's pawnbroker could make three or five times the profit by redeeming the child, he would not mind, because after all, the original parents had voluntarily sold their child.

But your Fan Dental Clinic just asked for an exorbitant amount and made more than twenty times the profit. The capitalists would cry when they saw it. Don't blame Hou Xiaoge for being immoral.