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

He Miaomiao was pulled onto the street by Song Zhili, and soon she was attracted by some small things on the street.

She walked up to a stall, picked up a colorful clay figurine, and held it up for Song Zhili to see.

"Ah Li, do you think this colorful clay figure looks a bit like Pigsy?"

Song Zhili looked at the clay figure in He Miaomiao's hand and saw that it did look a bit like Zhu Bajie, but upon closer inspection, it didn't.

She nodded, then shook her head. "It looks like it, but it doesn't quite look like it."

"Haha, ladies, this is not the Pigsy you're talking about. This colorful clay figure is modeled after this young master."

Hearing Song Zhili and He Miaomiao's conversation, the small vendor couldn't help but laugh and offered an explanation.

After all, he found the name "Pigsy" that Song Zhili and the others mentioned really unpleasant. His guests were still here, and if they got angry and refused to give him money, he would suffer a huge loss.

He Miaomiao and Song Zhili both looked in the direction of the person the vendor was talking about. They exchanged a glance and then fell silent.

The clay figure was so lifelike! They really hadn't expected anyone to look so much like Zhu Bajie. Song Zhili held back for a long time, forcing herself not to laugh out loud.

He Miaomiao handed the clay figure back, then pulled Song Zhili away quickly to a secluded spot, where the two burst into laughter.

The two women were laughing so hard they almost cried. After they had finished laughing, they stopped and walked back to the clay figurine vendor.

When they arrived this time, they found that the man who looked like Zhu Bajie had already left.

Fortunately, he had already left. Otherwise, if he were here, Song Zhili and He Miaomiao couldn't guarantee they wouldn't burst out laughing again.

The vendor looked at Song Zhili and He Miaomiao with suspicion. He had seen them leave hand in hand without saying a word, and he had assumed that his sculpting was not realistic.

Now that he saw the two of them return, before he could even ask any questions, He Miaomiao handed over a few taels of silver.

"Boss, could you make clay figures of us in our likeness?"

Upon hearing that a customer had arrived, the vendor, disregarding why Song Zhili and the others had run away and then returned, happily accepted the money and smiled as he spoke to Song Zhili and He Miaomiao.

"Yes, yes, you two ladies can sit on these chairs for a while, and I'll immediately make clay figurines for you."

He Miaomiao nodded and pulled Song Zhili to sit down on a chair next to the vendor's stall.

The vendor took out some colorful clay from a bucket and watched as Song Zhili and the others quickly kneaded the clay in their hands.

Soon, two clay figures similar to Song Zhili and He Miaomiao appeared in her hands.

The vendor handed the two clay figurines to Song Zhili and He Miaomiao, saying, "Ladies, take a look. Is there anything that needs improvement?"

He Miaomiao took the clay figure from his hand, turned it around in her hand, and examined it carefully. She found that the clay figure looked very much like herself, just like a wax figure.

She couldn't help but give the vendor a thumbs up and praised him, "You're really amazing! This clay figure is so lifelike. Wait a minute, can you make me another one?"

He Miaomiao thought of Xia Momo. After he finished speaking, he carefully placed the clay figure in his hand on the vendor's stall, then turned around and walked to Song Zhili's side, whispering in her ear.

"Ali, take out the photo of Momo and your second brother from your space and have the vendor make a copy of it. When we go back, we can take this back and give it to them."

Song Zhili nodded. She mentally took out two drawings from her space. One was a photo of Xia Momo and Song Ziyuan together, and the other was a solo photo of Xia Momo. This photo was a pregnancy photo that Song Ziyuan took for her.

Xia Momo's belly was slightly protruding, and she was a bit fatter than before they left.

She took both blueprints out of her bosom and placed them in front of the vendor.

The vendor picked up the blueprints that Song Zhili handed him and looked at them. His eyes widened in surprise.

People often bring him blueprints to sculpt clay figures, but those blueprints are always black and white, unlike the ones Song Zhili brought, which are in color.

He was only surprised for a moment before looking down and getting to work.

Song Zhili stepped forward, took the clay figure he had sculpted of herself, and examined it closely.

The more she looked at it, the more she liked it. After thinking for a moment, she took out a few more drawings from her spatial storage and handed them to the vendor.

"Could you please sculpt everything on this blueprint as well? We'll come back to pick it up in a bit."

The blueprints that Song Zhili placed in front of the vendor this time included those of Mu Liuxin, He Mengling, and He Zhixuan.

When the vendor saw so many designs to make, his eyes crinkled with laughter. Although his stall usually did fairly well, no one had ever asked for so many designs at once like the two of them.

"Okay, okay, girls, you can go wherever you want first. I won't be able to finish sculpting these portraits until almost sunset."

You can come and pick it up before sunset.

Song Zhili nodded and walked forward, placing five taels of silver on the table in front of the vendor. Then she and He Miaomiao left the vendor's stall.

The two of them browsed through the other stalls and came across a noodle stall. Song Zhili thought the noodles smelled quite good.

Song Zhili pulled He Miaomiao to sit down at the stall, ordered two bowls of noodles, and waited for the noodle shop owner to bring the two bowls of cooked noodles to them. Smelling the fragrant aroma, Song Zhili and He Miaomiao couldn't wait to pick up their chopsticks and start eating.

The two quickly finished the noodles in their bowls. Song Zhili put the copper coins on the table and got up to leave with He Miaomiao.

Just then, Song Zhili and He Miaomiao saw a large crowd gathered not far in front of them as they ate their noodles.

"Boss, the coins are already on the table."

Song Zhili called out to the boss, then gave He Miaomiao a wink, and the two walked towards the crowd together in tacit understanding.

As they approached and pushed their way through the crowd, they saw a woman covered in wounds lying on the ground, her fate unknown.

The crowd watched from the sidelines, and no one went forward to check whether the woman was dead or alive.

Seeing that no one was making any lewd moves, Song Zhili and He Miaomiao didn't want to be the first to stick their necks out, thinking it was better to avoid trouble.

Just as the two were about to leave the crowd, Song Zhili suddenly felt her foot being grabbed.

Looking down, she saw a blood-soaked hand grabbing her foot.