Chapter 60 Sky-high-priced herbs

Author: Wen Jiutao

Chapter 60 Sky-high-priced herbs

The people gathered around here are all waiting and watching, thinking that the last two bundles may be cheaper? They have been waiting.

I didn't expect such a person to come from far away. If I don't buy it now, I won't be able to buy it in bundles of two or three later.

"I want these two bundles." Among the people standing there watching, a middle-aged woman suddenly took out six taels of broken silver from her arms and gave it to Jiuli and said in a quick voice, "Here, I want both."

Jiuli did not take the silver in her hand, but said in a very calm tone, "The last two bundles are five taels of silver each."

The middle-aged woman instantly fell to the ground. She was a little confused. People got cheaper at the end, so why did she sell it more and more expensively?

The well-dressed middle-aged man had already arrived in front of Jiuli. He stood there panting, looking at the two bundles of shriveled herbs in front of Jiuli, and asked out of breath, "What's this?"

How much does two bundles cost?”

Jiuli didn't pause, and said in a calm tone, "These two bundles are for headaches, each bundle contains ten taels of silver."

The woman lay directly on the ground, bowed her head and stamped her feet.

"Oh?" The middle-aged man said nothing. He took out twenty taels of silver from his sleeve and gave it to Jiuli, saying, "I bought it."

Jiuli wrapped two bundles of herbs and gave them to him and said, "Every morning, put a bundle of herbs in a casserole and boil it, fill it with water, and drink it three times a day; this is two days' worth of medicine, which can last for three months. If

If you want to cure it, you can come to my place to get some herbs in a few days. Ten bundles will basically cure it."

The man was carrying two bundles of shriveled herbs, and when he left, he thanked Jiuli profusely.

The middle-aged woman didn't know whether it was because she didn't buy it or for some other reason, but she pinched her ankles and cried loudly. Jiuli arranged the small backpack, put it on her back, and walked towards the other side of the market.

She didn't go home last night, and she didn't know if the two people at home had a good meal. She planned to buy some delicious food to reward them.

When Jiuli passed the carriage, she glanced at it accidentally, but didn't mind and walked past the carriage.

The coachman hurried over, his mouth wide open with a surprised expression, and said in disbelief, "Guess what?

The last two bundles were sold not for three taels of silver, but for ten taels of silver each?" When the coachman said this, he looked like he didn't believe it, and said, "You said there are people buying it too? The stall next to it sells fresh herbal medicines.

They won’t buy a bundle of money. Do they have to buy these wilt-headed hay?”

The old man nodded and said with a smile, "From now on, when she sells medicine, no matter how much the bundle is, there will be people who want it."

The driver was surprised, shook his head and said, "Isn't it possible?"

The old man didn't speak anymore, turned to look at the little girl beside him, and said, "Zhenzhen, should we go back to the capital?"

The little girl seemed a little nostalgic, but still nodded and said, "Okay."

The old man gave the driver some broken silver and drove away.

The coachman weighed some pieces of silver in his hand, shook his head in the direction in which the carriage was leaving, then turned to look in the direction where Jiuli disappeared, and cursed secretly, "I worked so hard to drive the carriage up the mountain.

Three cents, a round trip is only five cents. Her bundle of herbs is only ten taels of silver? It’s as much as his income in three years. How about I go pick herbs too."

He walked toward the village with his hands on his hips, cursing all the way. This person who kept chatting and laughing for several days only paid ten cents. Why not give her a bundle of herbs?

If he really went to collect herbs, wouldn’t he understand?

What if someone died? He would lose even these few pennies of income. Thinking like this, he regained some psychological balance.
Chapter completed!