The fat wife is rebellious: she was spoiled by the group on the way to escape famine

"Haha, no need to mention your surname Xu anymore. Madam Jiang can just call me Old Xu. I've heard of your name before, and seeing you today, I can see that it's well-deserved."

After some pleasantries, the conversation got down to business.

"I have all the herbs Madam Jiang needs, but the price is..."

Jiang Jinhe knew very well that this person would definitely ask for an exorbitant price.

"The price is negotiable. Master Xu, why don't you give me a figure first so I can have a rough idea."

From their conversation, Jiang Jinhe sensed that the other party was no ordinary person. While not a seasoned expert, he was definitely a shrewd veteran in the business world. She needed to be cautious in her response and not reveal her cards easily.

But the man surnamed Xu slowly spoke...

"Hehe, I have plenty of herbs. As long as Madam Jiang can name them, I have them all. As for the quantity, even if there really is a disturbance, let alone the remaining ones in the city, even if the population doubles or triples, I still have enough herbs to supply."

Jiang Jinhe's gaze involuntarily slid towards the man's eyes. When their eyes met, they understood each other tacitly. There was no need to explain what the "storm" she mentioned referred to.

Obviously, he anticipated the possible outbreak.

Jiang Jinhe's heart tightened, and he felt vaguely uneasy. He forced a smile and said:

"Hearing you say that, I feel relieved. But, what price does Master Xu intend to ask?"

The man raised his hands, palms turned upside down, silently conveying the message that the price would be ten times higher than usual.

Jiang Jinhe's eyelids jumped suddenly, realizing that she had become a lamb to be slaughtered in his eyes.

After all, only Jiang Jinhe is so far-sighted that she considers the importance of medicinal herbs in advance. If not her, who else can she target?

Jiang Jinhe smiled bitterly:

"This price is not low. Please give me some time to think it over carefully, Master Xu."

"That's natural, of course. Madam Jiang, please take your time to think about it. I, Xu, am not in a hurry."

The man smiled faintly as he spoke and took a sip of tea. Jiang Jinhe took the opportunity to stand up and say goodbye without even touching the cup of tea.

After returning home, Jiang Jinhe first played with the children as if nothing had happened, and then took Xiaolan with her to prepare dinner.

As night fell, while practicing boxing in the backyard, Jiang Jinhe told Song Wenqin what had happened today.

"Sir, he might be the only one in the city that has medicinal herbs."

While talking, she did not stop her boxing and kicking, and continued to practice meticulously.

Song Wenqin was well aware of the severity of the epidemic, but the offer was indeed shocking.

He did have some emergency silver on hand, enough to buy herbs for Jiang Jinhe.

Jiang Jinhe knew that Song Wenqin was of extraordinary status and must have money to buy medicine, but she was not sure whether he was willing to give it to her or whether the money had other uses.

However, Song Wenqin remained silent for a long time, which made Jiang Jinhe feel a little embarrassed. Just as she was about to make a joke to change the subject, she heard him say:

"I have my own way with the money, you don't have to worry about it."

Suddenly, Jiang Jinhe was delighted, stopped his punches and kicks, turned around and looked at Song Wenqin.

The bright moonlight shone on Song Wenqin's face. There was no sign of embarrassment on his face, only a warm smile towards her.

Jiang Jinhe was worried that this move would disrupt Song Wenqin's original plan, so she quickly asked:

"Will this not affect your arrangements?"

Song Wenqin felt warm in his heart when he heard this, and shook his head gently:

"That money is for emergencies. I won't need it for now, so feel free to take it."

Jiang Jinhe nodded heavily and said with a smile:

"I'm so glad it didn't affect you. Thank you so much. I'll just borrow the money for now, and I'll definitely pay you back as soon as possible."

Jiang Jinhe spoke sincerely, without any intention of using their marital relationship to avoid paying off the debt.

After she finished speaking, she turned around and continued practicing her boxing, not noticing the subtle change in Song Wenqin's expression when he heard the words "pay back the money".

He helped her, not expecting her to repay him in a hurry.

A few days later, Song Wenqin brought back a large sum of money, including silver notes, gold ingots, and silver ingots, carefully wrapped in small packages.

Jiang Jinhe was extremely excited when he saw the ancient coins for the first time. He looked at them carefully for a long time before putting them away. He expressed his gratitude to Song Wenqin with a smile on his face.

"Boss, it's really thanks to you. Mr. Xu was urging me a while ago. I can go buy medicine tomorrow!" Jiang Jinhe said, with a hint of uncertainty in his eyes, and asked again.

"I'm afraid I'll have to spend all this money. Don't you really have any other urgent needs?"

Song Wenqin looked at her worried expression, his heart softened, and he resisted the urge to rub her head. He smiled and said, "Don't worry, I'm at home."

After hearing this, Jiang Jinhe stopped talking and felt much more at ease.

The next morning, Jiang Jinhe was about to go to Xu's house with an oil-paper umbrella in hand, but he saw a sudden surge of people in the city. Unlike the usual deserted places under the scorching sun, everyone seemed to have forgotten the heat today.

To find out what was going on, she was also pushed to the side of the street. She randomly grabbed an older woman and asked, "Auntie, what's going on? Why are you all like you're at a market?"

The aunt looked hurried, tugging at her clothes. She had no time to chat and just hurried forward, fearing that she would miss any important event.

This made Jiang Jinhe even more curious. Even when his own pastries were hot sellers in the past, he had never seen such a scene.

She followed the crowd, put away her umbrella, and used the shade of the eaves to explore what was going on step by step.

The deeper I went, the more surprised I felt.

The crowd ahead was dense, almost including all the survivors in the city. How could one not be shocked by such a scene!

After squeezing through several waves of people, I finally reached the edge of the crowd. I could only stand on tiptoe to look around. I could faintly hear shouts from the front, and then the shouts spread like waves until they reached my ears. Everyone was shouting the same words:

"Grandpa Immortal! Please give us rain! Please save us from the drought!"

"Please, immortal, for rain!"

Jiang Jinhe suddenly realized that this was not an immortal at all, but a charlatan who was deceiving people!

This person is either trying to win the hearts of the people for his own benefit, or he is eyeing the last rations in the hands of the people!

While I was thinking about it, I saw the crowd kneeling down and shouting "Immortal Grandpa".

On the stage, there was a white-haired old Taoist priest in a clean Taoist robe. A little boy beside him was holding a fan to shield him from the scorching sun. He looked like an immortal.

But Jiang Jinhe frowned, her intuition told her that things were not simple.

She paused for a moment, crouched down and approached quietly, finally able to hear the words on the stage clearly:

"I was just passing by here, and seeing the villagers in rags and hungry, I was deeply saddened."

As soon as the words fell, everyone burst into pleading voices again.

The old Taoist seemed to be in a dilemma. After a moment, he gritted his teeth and agreed: "Well, you all quickly go and prepare some food and water, and I will set up an altar to pray for rain."

After hearing these words, Jiang Jinhe became even more certain that this was a complete scam.

However, at this moment, everyone was clinging to this glimmer of hope in their hearts, and a few words of persuasion could not interrupt it...

If you speak out casually, you might get looked down upon by your fellow villagers.

As soon as the old Taoist priest finished speaking, everyone stood up and hurried back home, rummaging through their boxes and drawers to look for the meager food they had.