"My father doesn't understand the function of this mugwort, so it's better for me to do it. And if I say something wrong, people will say I'm ignorant at most. I don't want dad to make people laugh." Zhu Qing planned to cure the mugwort and sell it.
Only she knows the benefits of this renovation and how she plans to sell it. Of course she can't let others know.
"Hey, that's fine. Qingya, just go and try. If it doesn't work, it doesn't matter. Anyway, it won't cost us anything." Wang's biggest advantage is that she is easy to persuade.
Moreover, in her opinion, this is a good thing that costs nothing, and spending some effort is nothing at all.
In a few words, the mother and daughter finished a simple dinner and made a decision that would be of great significance to them in the future.
Zhushan was weak and fell asleep quickly after eating wontons and drinking medicine. Therefore, he did not participate in their discussion.
That night, both Wang and Zhuqing slept very late because of their excitement and longing. However, they also slept soundly because they had new hope in life.
It was a sunny day early the next morning. When Wang got up early, she and Zhuqing energetically spread all the mugwort they had cut yesterday on the flat ground outside the door and dried it in the sun.
In order not to be noticed, they dried other weeds beside the mugwort. When the villagers looked at them, they thought they were drying firewood for firewood.
In this season, the rice transplanting work in the fields has been completed and the wheat has been harvested. There are not many places where strong labor is needed. Therefore, people like Zhuqing and her father, Sun Fucheng, can take the time to go to the town to work as part-time workers for a few days.
Do some physical work such as helping people move cargo to earn some money to supplement the family income.
Because their family was treating Zhushan, the family was originally allocated three acres of land, but only more than one acre was sold. This is also one of the reasons why the old man of the Sun family does not want to see his eldest son's family.
With this land of more than an acre, Wang could have been busy all by herself. If Zhushan hadn't needed someone to take care of it, Sun Fucheng could have worked as a long-term laborer almost all year round.
Now, I can only go out for a few days every now and then. This every now and then depends on Zhushan's physical condition.
Therefore, in the eyes of the villagers, it is an established fact that Mr. Sun's family is poor and there is no way out of poverty. No one noticed anything strange about Zhuqing and her daughter.
The mother and daughter had a lot of work to do and little strength, so they had no way to cut firewood, so it was common sense to dry some weeds for firewood.
After Zhuqing arrived at Qian's house, she continued to do the same work as usual.
However, because she was familiar with the medicinal materials and paid close attention to them, even though she was just helping to make a fire, Uncle Zhong felt that he was much less worried than usual.
Uncle Zhong discovered that this girl's memory seemed to be much better than that of ordinary people. It seemed that he only taught her the order of administering the medicine once, and she remembered it without making a mistake once. There was no sign of hurriedness at all.
Therefore, he couldn't help but look high at Zhu Qing. When it was time to get off work, Zhu Qing mentioned to him that she wanted to go home early, but he didn't say anything and just waved her back.
Zhuqing left early today because she found a large bush of wild thistles on the roadside in the morning. Fresh thistles mashed and applied externally are very effective in treating sores and carbuncles.
Zhu Qing thought that this was the time when abscesses and the like occurred frequently, and the medical and apothecary stores might have to use it.
The fresh thistle can be used as medicine. It can help her get income as soon as possible and save her the time of making it.
So she planned to dig up the thistle bush directly and send it to the medical clinic or drug store in the town.
Then I pulled out some Acupuncture needles and asked if they are accepted in the medical clinic. After all, Acupuncture needles also have certain medicinal value.
It's much closer to go to town from Doctor Qian's house than from Zhu Qing's house.
Zhuqing dug up thistles and pulled out a lot of needles. After walking for half an hour, she arrived at the town.
The last time I went to the town was a rainy day, and Zhu Qing was in the mule cart, so I didn't see the scene in the town.
The weather is very good today. Although it is almost evening, the sun is still in the sky.
The town is quite lively at the moment. There are workers chatting and laughing in groups and preparing to go back. There are vendors carrying burdens selling wontons and noodle soup along the street. There are also noisy people in taverns and teahouses preparing to open night markets.
Zhuqing was going to the drug store in the town. She asked around and found that there were three drug stores and one medical center in Pingan Town.
The largest drug store among them is located at the corner of the town's two main streets. Its name is Huichun Hall, and its owner is said to be Dr. Qian.
Zhuqing didn't want to go to Huichun Hall today. Firstly, she was afraid that Doctor Qian happened to be there and he would recognize her. Secondly, she was afraid that the shop would bully customers and Huichun Hall would not accept her things.
The previous experience of going to Qian's house for medical treatment was still fresh in her memory. She didn't want to go out of her way to be treated coldly again.
Therefore, she followed the corner of a street, bypassed the Huichun Hall, and walked to a relatively quiet alley. At the end of the alley, she saw from a distance a somewhat yellowed old cloth cover with the word "medicine" on it from a small shop.
The eaves of the store hung down, swaying feebly in the wind.
Zhuqing knew that among the three drugstores he had found, it was not one from the Qian family.
She walked over quickly and found that the store's facade was very old. When she walked in, she found that although the furnishings inside were old, they were quite clean. There was only an older man with gray hair sitting behind the counter.
.
Seeing Zhu Qing enter the door, the old man raised his head and took a look, then said: "Little girl, although the medicines in our store are cheap, we do not provide credit."
It seemed that he thought Zhu Qing was coming in to buy medicine. And when he saw Zhu Qing's dress, his first reaction was that Zhu Qing was planning to come in and buy medicine on credit.
"Old man, I'm not here to buy medicine, but to sell medicine." Zhuqing's words surprised the old man, and then he straightened his face: "Nonsense, how can anyone sell medicine to a drug store? What am I doing here?
Don’t have the medicine? Want to buy your medicine?
The old man's reaction was within Zhuqing's expectation. However, she was certainly not someone who would give up easily.
"Old man, can you get fresh thistles here? I just dug thistles from the ground. They are very good for treating sores and carbuncles, clearing away heat and detoxifying." Zhu Qing took out the thistles from his back and gave them to him.
The old man looked over.
"Daji? Do you know Daji?" The old man looked surprised.
Then he came forward to identify it carefully. He pulled down a big thistle and took a look in front of him. He smelled it again and nodded: "Well, this is a big thistle. The fresh one can also be used. But little girl, you
You came to the wrong place. What I sell here are all patent medicines, but not this. I think you should try your luck at the medical clinic at the west end of the town, they might need it."
Then he was a little surprised: "Little girl, how do you know this?"
Zhuqing made a random joke: "I saw that our doctor there used this and asked him about it, so I dug it out and asked you if you would accept it."
