A renowned ancient physician transmigrates into the body of an abandoned woman, only to be sold off

"Oh my god, is there no justice in this world? Everyone come and see! I said their food wasn't good, and this young man tried to beat me up! So arrogant and domineering! You wouldn't happen to be some kind of bandit leader, would you?!"

"you you…"

Song Zidong's original intention was just to scare her, but he didn't expect her to be so unreasonable. Seeing that the woman was getting more and more excited, he looked helplessly at Song Zhili, as if asking with his eyes what to do now.

Song Zhili stepped forward and pulled Song Zidong aside, then his gaze swept across the crowd.

She went back, walked to the cart, took out an empty bowl, filled it with the freshly cooked fish balls, and brought it out.

"Since this auntie keeps saying that our food is bad, then I'll let everyone try our fish balls for free and see how they taste. Anyone who wants to try them, please come forward."

Upon hearing that it was free, the onlookers rushed forward eager to try it; why not take advantage of something so free?

Seeing the mess, Song Zhili had them line up and led them forward one by one.

Everyone who has received and eaten the fish balls raves about them.

There were also those who loved to take advantage of small things; having already taken one, they stood at the back of the line, wanting to go forward and take another.

Song Zhili recognized the person and stopped sending him messages. Seeing that she had sent enough, she didn't send any more.

"Alright, everyone has tried it. Our fish balls aren't bad, are they? And there's more than one way to cook them. You can also take them home and stew them with cabbage or make winter melon soup. They're great value for money."

"Young lady, how much are your fish balls?"

Those who had just tasted it thought it was delicious and took the initiative to ask questions.

"That's right, brother. If you want our fish balls to be cooked fresh, a bowl costs five coins. If you want to take them home and cook them yourself, it costs ten coins per pound."

"So expensive! Nobody eats that fish, there's practically no cost to make it, yet you're selling it for such a high price. Pork is only 25 coins a pound. Forget it, I don't want it."

Upon hearing the price, the person who had just asked immediately backed down and lost interest in buying.

The woman laughed a few times upon seeing this.

"Hahaha, everyone, see? I told you they were heartless. Selling this junk for such a high price, what's the difference between that and robbery? Let's go, let's all stop looking here."

After the woman finished speaking, she left, and many people followed her.

Seeing these people leaving, Song Zidong visibly tensed up. He walked over to Song Zhili and whispered a question.

"My little sister and the others have all left, what are we going to do? We haven't sold a single fish ball yet!"

Unlike Song Zidong, Song Zhili was not nervous. She calmly replied, "Brother, don't be anxious. Sit here and rest for a while."

After saying that, Song Zili looked at Song Qiqi and Song Ziming, "Ziming, Qiqi, did you finish eating those meat buns? If you're not full, how about I cook you a bowl of fish balls?"

"Okay, I want to eat a bowl, but a small one, I can't eat too much."

"Yes, I'll have some too, but not too many, just a few will do."

The two replied that they were actually full from eating the steamed buns, but the thought of the fish balls made them want to eat a few more.

Soon, Song Zhili cooked two bowls, putting three fish balls in each bowl. The fish balls Song Zhili made were quite large, and she was using a small bowl. The three fish balls, along with the soup, filled the bowls.

"Here, it's ready. Take it over and eat slowly, be careful it's hot."

Song Ziming and Song Qiqi took the bowl over, then found a spot, squatted down, and carefully ate while blowing on it.

Those who hadn't left earlier, seeing how much they enjoyed their meal and remembering the taste they had just experienced, couldn't help but swallow hard. One of them stepped forward first, took out five coins, and placed them in front of Song Zhili.

"Little girl, give me a bowl too, but how much is your bowl? It's not like those two kids' bowls with only three fish balls in it, is it?"

When Song Zhili saw that a customer had come to her door, she smiled and replied to the person, "No, no, it's just that the child couldn't eat that much, so we only made three fish balls. We also use different bowls; the customer used a large bowl with ten fish balls in it."

Upon hearing this, the man handed over the money, saying, "Alright, cook me a bowl then."

"Alright, sir, please wait here for a moment, it will be ready soon."

Song Zhili took the five coins, put them into the cloth bag on her back, and then put the fish balls into the pot.

He cooked the fish balls in no time and had Song Zidong bring them over to him.

The person took the bowl and, just like Song Qiqi and the others, stood aside and ate slowly.

Then another man stepped forward and approached him, whispering a question to him.

"Does it taste good cooked this way?"

What they ate earlier was simply boiled in water without any seasoning, unlike this soup which contains seaweed, salt, MSG, or anything like that.

"Mmm, it's delicious, even better than the one we tried earlier. I think it's definitely worth the five coins, and there's meat in it too. This big bowl is enough to fill me up."

After the man finished speaking, he drank the last mouthful of soup and then returned the bowl and spoon to Song Zhili.

"Little girl, you just said that one jin costs ten coins. How many are in one jin?"

When Song Zhili and her friends were at home, they borrowed a scale from the village chief's family. The scale was too heavy, and the fish balls they were making were too big, about twenty per pound.

"Our fish balls are about twenty per pound. Today is the first time we've set up a stall here. Buy a pound and we'll give you five extra."

The man did not reply after hearing this, but instead silently calculated something in his mind.

A moment later, he took out another ten coins from his money bag. "Then I'll buy a pound and bring it back for my wife and children to try."

"Ok."

Song Zhili accepted the ten coins, but then she was at a loss. What should she use to put them in for him? There were no plastic bags here. Should she use a bowl?

Wouldn't using a bowl be too expensive?

Later, when she really couldn't think of any better way, she put twenty-five in a large bowl and handed it to him.

"I'm so sorry, sir. We left in a hurry today and didn't bring anything to put the fish balls in. I can only use this bowl. Please take the fish balls back with you and then bring the bowl back to us, okay?"

The man was very understanding; he took the bowl and nodded.

“Okay, it just so happens that my home is in this town. I’ll go home now and bring this bowl to you in a bit.”