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Traditional Chinese medicine is reliable!
Qi Chong was more anxious than Yu Chunmiao; after all, he had fallen and couldn’t get up. He had no strength to eat, and in this month, his feet were cold. "Doctor, is there any way to ease her pain?"
Sun Daifu let out a short laugh, thinking that perhaps Qi Chong was more worried than she was, feeling sorry for her.
"What can be done? Only nurturing her health will help. Go to the medicine cabinet and buy a box of Zi Xue Wan to replenish Qi and nourish the blood. Take one pill daily, buy thirty pills, and remember to come back for a check-up after you finish."
Sun Daifu wrote out the prescription and handed the list to Qi Chong.
Qi Chong bowed in gratitude, and Sun Daifu added, "Take it easy, kid."
Both of them blushed; did he really have to say that in front of both of them? Yu Chunmiao decided she would run away after their next visit.
As Yu Chunmiao stood up to leave, Qi Chong limped behind her.
Just as Qi Chong stepped out the door, Mei Jiao Niang suddenly lunged at him with an "Ouch!"
Having learned from the last encounter, he dared not let her succeed this time.
Qi Chong jumped back on one leg, leaning against the wall with both hands pressed against it, looking innocently at Yu Chunmiao.
Mei Jiao Niang missed her target and fell flat on her face.
Seeing this, Yu Chunmiao covered her mouth and chuckled; she was quite pleased with her husband's survival instincts.
Noticing her laughter, Qi Chong felt relieved and walked over to her, completely oblivious to Mei Jiao Niang's outstretched hand.
The little incident didn’t dampen their spirits. They bought some filtering cloths and other daily necessities before heading to the Herb Market.
There weren’t many people buying fairy grass, but there were a few. However, Yu Chunmiao skipped past them as if searching for someone.
Driving the Ox Cart, Qi Chong noticed her craning her neck to look among the vendors and asked, "Who are you looking for?"
Yu Chunmiao replied, "Do you remember the old lady who sold fairy grass when we first met? I want to buy from her."
Qi Chong thought that if it weren't for that old lady, they wouldn’t have started selling fairy grass at home. It made sense to buy from her, so he followed her in search.
Finally, they found the old lady sitting in an inconspicuous spot at the end of the market, fanning herself with a straw hat.
Yu Chunmiao jumped off the cart. Before she could reach her, the old lady stood up with a welcoming smile. "Little Qing Niangzi! Here to buy fairy grass? My fairy grass is fresh and well-dried. Buy some to make Xian Cao Tea; it won’t spoil if you can’t finish it. Just one handful for a penny."
Yu Chunmiao glanced over and saw that both baskets of fairy grass were still quite full; it seemed like business wasn’t great for her today.
Alright then, she decided she would be an angel today and rescue the old lady from the scorching sun.
"Granny, how many bundles of fairy grass do you have in these two baskets?"
The old woman frowned, "I haven't counted them, so I don't know."
Yu Chunmiao waved her hand dismissively, "Then let's count them. I'll take them all."
The granny chuckled, her smile wide but not showing her teeth, and began to count.
Qi Chong brought over his own basket and counted as well, finding there were a total of forty-eight bundles. If they were fresh fairy grass, there would only be about ten in a basket; at this price for dried grass, it was already quite cheap.
Qi Chong paid for the grass and went to carry the baskets himself.
Yu Chunmiao chatted with the granny and learned that her surname was Zeng. She paused for a moment, surprised. Her grandmother also had the surname Zeng.
Zeng Granny lived in a village not far from Beishan Village; it was only about a thirty-minute walk.
Yu Chunmiao said, "Granny, I'm from Beishan Village. I collect fairy grass. Can you deliver it to me every three days? I’ll take however many bundles you can bring."
Zeng Granny thought that selling one basket of fairy grass might take several days, but now she could sell a basket every three days. She looked at Yu Chunmiao as if she were an angel.
After Yu Chunmiao carefully provided her home address, she took her leave.
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