Zhao An and Zhao Yang both looked at Gao Chong, who looked embarrassed and still unwilling. "I still have to stay home to take care of my father."

"With your small frame, can you really do it?" The blacksmith looked at Qiu Xu, shaking his head as he spoke.

After thinking for a moment, he looked at Gao Chong, who was considerably taller than Qiu Xu.

"I was wondering why you looked so familiar. Turns out you live around here."

"You'll do." The blacksmith had also heard it; he was the one who kicked the ball just now.

And this boy, judging by his appearance, is about thirteen or fourteen years old; he should be quite strong.

"I..." Gao Chong looked back with dissatisfaction, and when he noticed that Qiu Yan was also looking at him, he lowered his head and finally gave in: "Qiu... Qiu Xu is with me."

"Okay, it's settled then."

The blacksmith's face was no longer gloomy.

This is a great thing – you can earn money without doing any work.

Qiu Xu… his expression changes so quickly. “We have to study during the day, so we come over in the evening.”

"Alright, you can't go back on your word." He said, then glanced at the academic uniforms worn by Qiu Xu and the other man.

"Otherwise, I will tell you about this to the Master. Give me your names, otherwise, if you don't come, I won't be able to find you."

It has to be said that the blacksmith's last words were enough to threaten them.

"My name is Qiu Xu."

“High-minded…”

Seeing that her younger brother did not refute her, Qiu Yan thought that since things had come to this point, she let them stay and help.

After all, you have to take responsibility for the mistakes you make.

Qiu Xu, however, had nothing but thoughts about weapons.

He enjoys practicing martial arts, and of course, he also likes weapons.

The others didn't think so; they were fortunate to have Qiu Yan rescue them and were naturally grateful.

They were both at fault and should share the responsibility.

On the way, Qiu Yan learned the general outline of the situation and simply told the group to be more cautious in their future actions.

He didn't say anything to blame me.

It's normal for children this age to be mischievous, but it's not good if they hurt someone.

Zhao San, however, couldn't help but give his two sons a lecture.

...The next day, after finishing breakfast, Qiu Yan went to the pharmacy early.

She thought she was early enough, but to her surprise, the itinerant doctor Shen Yu was even earlier than her.

At this moment, Shen Yu was standing at the entrance of the pharmacy, quietly waiting for Qiu Yan to arrive.

Beside him was half a bag of herbs.

Qiu Yan's eyes were fixed on the half-bag of herbs.

"Dr. Shen, so early."

Shen Yu glanced at the still-rising sun; he had arrived a bit early. "I just got here too."

Qiu Yan took out her key and opened the shop door, and Shen Yu followed her in.

They had just entered the pharmacy when Zhao San and Doctor Hu followed them inside.

They all arrived quite early.

It should be noted that Qiu Yan's pharmacy has not yet opened for business.

Qiu Yan then introduced the three of them to each other.

Doctor Hu looked Shen Yu up and down. He remembered this man because he had sold herbs at Renaitang before, just like Qiu Yan.

Of course, Shen Yu had also met with Physician Hu. The two greeted each other and began to weigh the herbs one by one.

Zhao San, on the other hand, kept the accounts.

After weighing the herbs, Physician Hu asked, "Are there any more herbs?" He wanted to say that there were far too few.

Many medicine cabinets were still empty.

Shen Yu shook his head and said, "They're all here. I'll go out and collect some more herbs tomorrow."

Doctor Hu nodded, "That's the only way." A newly opened pharmacy naturally needs plenty of herbs.

Speaking of herbs, Qiu Yan counted a bag of silver coins belonging to Shen Yu, preparing to take him back to the village.

Since Madam Ding had said that they would all go together, Qiu Yan and Shen Yu went to the Ding residence first.

Ding Mansion

In Ding Tian's room, Gu Xiaoran clung to the cradle, her little hands stroking the baby's tender face, but she couldn't get it clean no matter what she did.

Zhu Juan, who was standing next to Gu Xiaoran, was completely focused on her. "Young master, little sister's skin is delicate, please don't scratch it."

The maid beside her nodded in agreement, afraid that Gu Xiaoran might hurt the child.

Gu Xiaoran continued in the same manner, "When I came last time, the little girl's face was dirty, why is it still like this this time?"