The old man nodded with satisfaction.

"By the way, Changyuan, I wanted to take you to the city in a couple of days to see if there was anything good. But now it seems that it is not possible. My old illness has come back and I won't be able to recover in a while." Old Yuantou said, coughing lightly a few times.

Chen Changyuan asked with concern:

"Old Yuan, are you okay? Do you want me to take you to the clinic in town?"

The old man waved his hand and said:

"No, it's an old problem. I know how to treat it myself. It's a pity that I never bought those two plasters from the city."

"Plaster? What kind of plaster?"

Chen Changyuan asked curiously.

"It's a plaster specifically for treating rheumatic bone pain. It's said to be very effective, and it's only sold in the city."

Old Yuantou explained, "I had originally thought of bringing you some goodies on my trip to the city, but now it seems I can't go."

Upon hearing this, Chen Changyuan immediately said, "Don't worry, Lao Yuantou. When I go to the county tomorrow, I'll stop by the city and buy the plaster for you!"

"That would be great!"

Old Yuantou said happily.

"However, you're unfamiliar with the city, so you'd better be careful not to get cheated."

Old Yuan squinted his eyes, lit a cigarette, took a puff of dry tobacco, blew out a string of smoke rings, and then said slowly:

"There's only one old-fashioned pharmacy in the city, called 'Ji Shi Tang'. They have a secret recipe for the plaster. Just ask them."

Chen Changyuan remembered the three words "Jishidang" firmly in his mind, and chatted with Lao Yuantou about family matters for a while before getting up to say goodbye.

When I got home, it was already late at night.

Chen Changyuan lay in bed, tossing and turning, unable to sleep.

He took out the half-missing dollar bill from his pocket and examined it carefully in the dim moonlight.

An Caicai, he never forgot the young lady who was in trouble in the mountains.

I don’t know how she is doing now.

He decided that when he went to the city tomorrow, he would ask about this woman.

The next morning, Chen Changyuan got up early.

He went to the kitchen and discussed with his mother Fang Suxia who was making breakfast:

"Mom, I have to go to the city today to buy some ointment for Old Yuantou. It may take two days for me to come back."

When Fang Suxia heard this, the spatula in her hand almost fell to the ground.

"The city? It's such a long way, can you go by yourself? Old Yuantou's cold legs are an old problem, why is it so serious this time? No, I have to give you some money, you go to the city and buy some good things for Old Yuantou to replenish his body."

Chen Changyuan knew his mother's temper and could not persuade her, so he had to say

"Mom, I have money on me, so don't worry. I will take care of the old man's affairs."

Fang Suxia was still worried, so she rummaged through the drawers in the inner room and found a stack of change, and stuffed it into Chen Changyuan's hand:

"Here, here! How can you go out without money? Buy something good, don't be stingy with your money!"

Chen Changyuan couldn't refuse and had to accept the money.

He knew in his heart that his mother felt sorry for him and also for Old Yuantou.

After bidding farewell to his mother, Chen Changyuan came to the village entrance and boarded a ox cart heading to the county.

After a bumpy and shaky ride to the county town, he immediately boarded the only bus to the city.

Sitting on the crowded bus, Chen Changyuan looked at the passing scenery outside the window, his mind full of thoughts.

The city was both familiar and unfamiliar to him.

What is familiar is that in his previous life, he had come to the city to work several times to make a living.

What was strange was that this was the first time he had set foot in this city since his rebirth.

He felt like a knight who had just entered the world of martial arts, excited and uneasy.

A few hours later, the bus finally arrived in the city.

As soon as Chen Changyuan got out of the car, he was stunned by the scene before him.

In the 1970s, the city had already begun to take shape as an urban model, and its bustle was far beyond the reach of a small county.

Chen Changyuan took a deep breath and tried to calm himself down.

He followed the address given by Lao Yuantou and found "Jishidang" after asking for directions.

"Jishitang" is an old-fashioned pharmacy with a quaint flavor. In front of the door hangs a plaque with three large characters written in a flamboyant style.

The pharmacy was filled with a strong smell of Chinese medicine. Various medicinal materials were placed on the counter, and the shop assistants were busy preparing and dispensing medicines.

Chen Changyuan walked to the counter and said to a young clerk:

"Brother, I want two plasters for rheumatic bone pain."

The waiter looked Chen Changyuan up and down and asked:

"What kind of plaster do you want? We have several plasters for rheumatic pain."

Chen Changyuan thought of what Lao Yuantou said and said:

"I want that secret ointment for rheumatism. It's said to be very effective."

When the guy heard this, a disdainful smile appeared on his face:

"Secret ointment? That's the treasure of our store, and it's not cheap."

Chen Changyuan felt a little unhappy, but he still asked patiently:

"How much is one sticker?"

The guy held up five fingers and said, "Fifty bucks!"

Chen Changyuan took a breath of cold air.

Fifty dollars, that's not a small amount!

You know, now an ordinary worker's monthly salary is only more than 100 yuan.

"So expensive?" Chen Changyuan said with a frown.

The man smiled contemptuously:

"Too expensive? Then don't buy it! This plaster is a secret recipe passed down from generation to generation. The effect is unmatched by ordinary plasters. If you can't bear to spend the money, look elsewhere."

Chang Yuan gritted his teeth:

"Fifty is fifty! Give me ten!"

Ten stickers? That's five hundred yuan!

The guy was stunned, and his originally contemptuous smile instantly turned into flattery. This was a big customer!

He nodded and bowed quickly:

"Okay, wait a moment, I'll get it for you!"

Chen Changyuan sneered inwardly. This expression changed faster than turning the pages of a book. He had seen this kind of snobbery many times in his previous life and was already accustomed to it.

He pulled a wad of crumpled bills from his pocket, counted out five hundred and placed them on the counter.

Just then, a man wearing a windbreaker, sunglasses and shiny hair walked in.

This man exudes a Hong Kong style all over his body. If you don’t know him, you would think he came out of a movie.

"Dude, give me the best donkey hide gelatin, top quality!"

The man in the windbreaker spoke unstandard Mandarin with a hint of arrogance in his tone.

When the guy saw this, he immediately left Chen Changyuan aside and ran to greet the man in the windbreaker.

Chen Changyuan felt a little unhappy, but he didn't say anything. He was in an unfamiliar place, so there was no need to get angry with these people.

He held his large sack and stood silently by, waiting.

The man in the windbreaker seemed a little curious about Chen Changyuan. He took off his sunglasses and looked him up and down.

"Brother, what's in your sack? It's bulging."