Chen Duohai often comes to Qingsong Town and is familiar with the roads in the city. He walked around two streets and found a grocery store. He bought all the things his wife wanted before taking Chen Ping shopping.
There are many shops along the street, as well as various street stalls, and there are constant shouts. The two of them went shopping and just walked around to take a look. They couldn't buy things indiscriminately. Every penny at home had a planned use. p>
Chen Ping sniffed his little nose and smelled the fragrance coming from a distance. In front of him was a brothel selling broth, and there was an iron pot on the street with milky white bone soup stewed in it.
There were several small wooden tables behind the stall, and they were full of diners. Chen Duohai swallowed secretly when he saw it. It was almost noon, and the two of them were also hungry, but they had brought some food from home.
The pancakes are so delicious that you’ll choke even if you eat the pancakes dry.
The price of a bowl of broth is really expensive, a full fifteen cents. Chen Duohai is reluctant to spend this money, but today is the first time he takes his son into the city, and it is unreasonable for the father not to buy anything.
In the end, Chen Duohai only wanted a bowl of broth, brought it back and placed it in front of Chen Ping. He also took out the pancakes he brought from home and said, "Eat it quickly."
Chen Ping felt very uncomfortable, so he ran over to the boss and asked for another bowl and spoon, "Dad, this bowl of broth is so much, how can a child like me drink it all? Let's share it."
Chen Duohai was already salivating when he smelled the smell of meat. He said happily: "Okay, daddy's love for you is not in vain, kid. It's time for you to grow, so you should eat more meat."
He only poured half a bowl of soup, leaving all the meat in the soup for Chen Ping.
Looking at his father's eyes, Chen Ping didn't give in any more. The two of them ate happily, and the pancakes in their hands became more fragrant with the broth. They soon had enough to eat and drink, and the two bowls were naturally clean.
Bottom.
Chen Duohai picked up the cloth bag and paid the bill. He took Chen Ping to continue shopping and walked to the door of a medicine shop. The plaque on it read the three characters Zhongrentang.
Chen Ping walked into Zhongrentang with his father. The inside was deserted. A waiter came up to him and asked, "Does the guest come to see a doctor or get medicine?"
Chen Duohai shook his head and asked cautiously: "Brother, we don't treat patients or prescribe medicine. I would like to ask if you accept any medicinal materials here?"
A bloated middle-aged man walked out from behind the counter, with a sinister look on his face. He looked Chen Duohai up and down and said impatiently: "Come on, come on, we don't accept medicinal materials."
Chen Duohai's smile froze on his face, and he was extremely embarrassed. Chen Ping was a little angry and wanted to argue with Dr. Zheng. Chen Duohai didn't say a word and pulled him out of the door.
After exiting the gate of Zhongrentang, Chen Ping said angrily: "If you don't accept them, they won't accept them, and they even drive people away. This Doctor Zheng is too snobbish!"
Chen Duohai gave a wry smile. He had encountered this kind of thing a lot. Even if he was scolded a few times, he would swallow his anger. Is it because he doesn't have the blood of a man? The reason is that he is at the bottom of society and cannot afford to pay for this.
The price of blood.
What a bad start!
Chen Ping also fell silent. Could it be that his hard work for several days was in vain? He is not a person who gives up easily.
"Dad, are there any other medicine shops in this city?"
Chen Duohai was already hesitant at this time. He had felt that Chen Ping had been deceived before, and he had just lost face again, and he no longer had any hope of selling medicinal materials.
"Yes, there is. There is also Jiaguangyitang on the East Street. If it doesn't work this time, let's not look for it. We should go and meet your Uncle Pan if we calculate the time."
"Yeah. It's up to you."
The two walked about a few hundred meters and came to the front of Guangyi Hall. From the front, it was a medicine shop that was bigger than Zhongrentang.
Chen Ping volunteered: "Dad, I'll ask this time."
As soon as you walk into the shop, you can smell the smell of various medicinal materials. A waiter is in front of the medicine cabinet, picking up medicine according to the list on the customer's prescription. There is also an old man with white hair and beard in the shop, holding a book and reading it.
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Chen Ping stepped forward and asked: "Old man, are you the shopkeeper here?"
The old man put down his book and looked up to see a little kid in front of him. He couldn't help but put a kind smile on his face and asked curiously: "Little kid, how do you know?"
Chen Ping curled his lips and pointed at the old man's clothes. The old man was wearing a gray brocade robe.
The old man understood and laughed loudly, "Hahaha, the little kid is very clever. I am the shopkeeper of Guangyitang. My surname is Zheng. You can just call me Dr. Zheng. What do you want?"
Upon seeing this, Chen Duohai put down the bag, took out a handful of dried raspberry leaves, and said with a smile: "Doctor Zheng, we are from the mountains. My son heard others say these are medicinal materials, so he picked some in the mountains.
The rough guy doesn’t understand, you help me palm my eyes, if it’s true, you can see if you can accept it.”
Dr. Zheng was a little surprised. He grabbed it, looked at it and smelled it, and concluded: "This is indeed a medicinal herb. It has been processed properly, but the price is slightly lower. Are you willing to sell it?"
Chen Duohai was overjoyed and nodded: "Yes, what price can Doctor Zheng give me?"
Doctor Zheng muttered: "It's four hundred and fifty cents per catty. If you're not at ease, you can feel free to go to other places to inquire about the price."
Chen Duohai was overjoyed. He didn't listen carefully. He just thought it was good that this bag of leaves could be sold for money. But when he realized that it cost 450 yuan per pound, he realized that this was an inconspicuous medicinal material.
It’s so valuable, this bag can probably be sold...
Well, arithmetic is his weakness.
Chen Ping felt that Dr. Zheng did not cheat them. Seeing that the cheap man was so excited that he could not speak, he said readily: "Deal! Please weigh these."
Dr. Zheng also saw the reaction of the father and son. He had come into contact with so many people in his medical practice, and his eyes were very vicious. He couldn't help but laugh and said: "You are a little kid but a ghost. You are so interesting."
After finishing the work, the waiter came over to weigh it. It weighed three kilograms and four taels. Doctor Zheng took out an abacus and counted the total price. Before he finished, he heard Chen Ping say: "A total of one thousand five hundred and thirty cents!" Doctor Zheng finished counting the last bead, and the number was consistent with what Chen Ping said. Now it was his turn to look shocked and look at the child in front of him in disbelief.