"Is it money that I care about? It's the quality of this dendrobium. The quality of this medicine is so poor. How can I cure diseases and save people? If you can find a prepared one, I'll take twenty coins, not to mention ten coins!" After the old man shouted, he threw
He left with his sleeves on.
Song Tuanyuan glanced forward. The preparation of this dendrobium was very simple. Just soak the dendrobium in clean water, soak it for two hours, wrap it in a wet cattail bag and rinse it in the morning and evening. With the current weather, it can be made in three days.
The preparation of traditional Chinese medicine is a compulsory course for studying medicine. Song Tuanyuan was in better health at that time, so he happened to study it.
"Shopkeeper, I can make some good dendrobium, do you want it?" Song Tuanyuan stepped forward and said.
The shopkeeper looked at Song Tuanyuan and said, "Where are you from? I've never seen you before!"
Generally, pharmacies of this size rarely accept this kind of powdered medicine because they cannot guarantee the quality of the medicine.
"You can tell after you see the goods!" Song Tuanyuan said.
The shopkeeper thought about the difficult Mr. Hao and had to say: "As long as you can make dendrobium that satisfies Mr. Hao, I will charge you ten cents!"
Song Tuanyuan took the opportunity to inquire: "Is this Mr. Hao very skilled in medicine?"
The shopkeeper nodded: "I heard that this man used to be the imperial doctor of the former dynasty. Who knows whether it is true or not, but his medical skills are good. He has only been in Qingshan Town for three years and has become a famous doctor in this town. However, he has a bad temper.
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Song Tuanyuan said: "Don't worry, shopkeeper, I will definitely be able to make dendrobium that satisfies Mr. Hao!"
The shopkeeper sneered: "Don't just talk, show some real skills before you talk!"
Song Tuanyuan responded, thinking that he had finally found some livelihood, with a smile on his face.
"Mom, when will you prepare the medicinal materials?" Song Fugui couldn't help but ask.
Song Tuanyuan waved his hand: "The craftsmanship I learned from your grandfather before was useless with your father. Now I have to support a few of you by myself, so naturally I will use it if I can!"
Song Fugui's face was full of guilt: "Mom, it's all my fault that I'm incompetent. I can't give birth to a son and I can't make money!"
Song Tuanyuan looked at the depressed look of the boss. It was because he had too low self-esteem that he vented his anger on Wang Yulan in his previous life and beat Wang Yulan until she bled profusely and died.
"Okay, take your time, no one can do anything right from birth!" Song Tuanyuan waved her hand. It seems that from now on, she will have to encourage her eldest son who has low self-esteem.
Now that I have found a profitable business, all that is left is to buy things.
In the past few nights, Song Tuanyuan couldn't sleep well under the quilt full of lumps, and had nightmares every day about Ji Changan, who she had implicated to death.
In this way, Song Tuanyuan's quilt is still the only cotton quilt in the family.
Wang Yulan was in confinement, and she was covered with a quilt made of catkins. It looked fluffy at first, but in fact it was not warm. Over time, it turned into dust inside.
Song Tuanyuan bought six new quilts, one for each person including Song Xiaoxiao.
A quilt costs fifty cash, and now it costs three hundred cash.
Song Fugui carried the six quilts on his back for a long time and didn't realize. Three hundred yuan, all their expenses for half a year were spent on quilts?
"Mom, the weather has warmed up and the coldest period has been over. Why do you still need to buy so many quilts?" Song Fugui couldn't help but muttered in a low voice.
"It's still early. I wonder if it will be cold in spring. It will be hot for another two months!" Song Tuanyuan said, and went to buy a bag of white flour, a bag of cornmeal and a jar of oil.
When Song Tuanyuan bought another five kilograms of meat, the corners of Song Fugui's lips began to tremble.
How much will that cost!
Song Tuanyuan paid the money without blinking an eye.
There were too many things, so Song Tuanyuan asked Song Fugui to sit on the street and watch. She was walking down a street and was about to buy some more vegetables when she suddenly heard someone fighting at the door of the tofu shop opposite.
That tofu shop is where Song Fuchuan, the youngest son of the Song family, worked as an apprentice.
Speaking of this little son, Song Tuanyuan felt an indescribable feeling in her heart.
In the previous life, this younger son was a bit rebellious and did not please the original owner.
People say that there are three hardships in the world: blacksmithing, punting boats and selling tofu, grinding tofu, sleeping at midnight and getting up at fifth, the process is complicated, grinding beans is exhausting, and you can only make a living.
Generally speaking, when you go to a shop to be an apprentice, you don't get paid, and you have to pay the master. For example, the price of a drug store and a medical clinic is sky-high, and the original owner is reluctant to give it up. Only the tofu shop does not require payment, and there is still 20 yuan left every month.
For a copper coin's wages, the original owner sent his youngest son over.
Later, the younger son made friends with some local gangsters, and later he simply went up the mountain to become a bandit, and he never had any contact with the family.
In the previous life, the Song family was executed because of Song's second son's rebellion, and the younger son came to save the entire Song family with bandits.
Song Tuanyuan was worried and couldn't help but stepped forward to take a look.
Two tall men were beating a dark and skinny child. The child was curled up on the ground and groaning, unable to fight back at all.
The child's head was broken and bleeding. He occasionally raised his face, and Song Tuanyuan was startled by that face.
It’s Song Fuchuan, the eldest son of the Song family!
Why was Song Fujian still beaten?
"Stop!" Song Tuanyuan stepped forward and wanted to pull the two guys away, but she couldn't pull them away. She simply put her fat body to protect Song Fujian.
Song Fuchuan was holding his head while being beaten when he was suddenly held in someone's arms. He was startled, and when he raised his head, he saw Song Tuanyuan's forbearing face.
Song Fuchuan was stunned and watched helplessly as Song Tuanyuan was beaten. For some reason, there was no gratitude or distress in his eyes, only coldness. His eyes were exactly the same as when he robbed the prison car in his previous life.
In his previous life, Song Fuchuan and bandits planned to rob a prison car. The original owner had not seen his youngest son for more than ten years. He was very affectionate and called her. At that time, Song Fuchuan looked at her with such indifferent eyes.
As Song Tuanyuan looked at her, her memory of her previous life was somewhat blurry. Song Fuchuan's eyes showed a lot of resentment towards her. Thinking about some of the things the original owner did to the child, they were indeed worthy of the child's resentment.
Did this child really come to save her when the Song family was executed in her previous life?
"Stop it, stop it!" Someone finally couldn't see it anymore and stepped forward to pull the two guys away.
The two guys finally stopped.
Song Tuanyuan hugged Song Fujian's thin body and did not stand up immediately. Instead, she raised her eyes and looked coldly at the shopkeeper of the tofu shop who followed him out.
When the shopkeeper of the tofu shop saw Song Tuanyuan, he was a little startled, but he immediately put on a superior attitude and said: "Look, what is this? You just teach the junior brother a lesson, why did you even beat Aunt Song?"
The shopkeeper of the tofu shop came forward and said with a smile: "Mrs. Song, look at it, get up quickly!"
Song Tuanyuan helped Song Fujian up, turned to look at Shopkeeper Zhou and asked coldly: "Shopkeeper Zhou, what mistake did my son make that makes you treat him like this?"