After turning off the lights, Song Jin moved to the side and pressed forward under the smell of alcohol.

The rustling sound continued for a while, and he quickly turned over and went down.

This time, Song Jin really fell into a deep sleep.

But Zhang Caihong couldn't sleep. She felt that the bridal chamber was not as interesting as others said.

However, compared to this, she paid more attention to the feeling of having everything in her own hands. Therefore, as long as Song Jin listened to her and she could get whatever she wanted, she would be satisfied.

The next morning, Song Jin returned to town.

He had three days of wedding leave, but he felt bored at home, so he didn't even want to take the leave and went back to town at dawn.

Yang Bin also rode a bicycle and took Song Ruan to the town.

Because the third brother asked someone to bring the sea cucumbers yesterday and did not come here himself, Yang Bin was worried that something might have happened to him, so he went to his house to check.

When we arrived in the town, there were more people around and we could see people walking in the streets and alleys.

Song Ruan first asked Yang Bin to take her to the black market to take a look. After confirming that the black market was not open, she asked him to take her to the state-owned pharmacy.

"It's just in front." Song Ruan pointed to the state-owned pharmacy not far away and said to Yang Bin.

When she entered the space last night, she found that the wild ginseng she had grafted had all survived and had grown tender shoots.

So she decided to keep the oldest wild ginseng and sell the other two for money.

State-owned drugstores, like supply and marketing cooperatives, earn low prices and sell at high prices. It is not cost-effective to sell to state-owned drugstores, but now that the black market is closed, there is nothing we can do.

Moreover, she was in urgent need of money. Once the new crops in the village were harvested, her family would start building a house, and she had to get money for her parents.

Although her parents don't let her worry about it, as a member of the family and if she has the ability, she will definitely give.

"Then when you're done with your work, go to the restaurant to eat and wait for me. If you don't want to wait, you can also come directly to Lao San's place to find me." Yang Bin stopped the car and instructed carefully.

"Yeah, okay." Song Ruan got out of the car and waved to him quickly.

After he left, Song Ruan turned around and looked at the state-owned drugstore in front of him.

There is a large sign with red background and gold letters hanging at the door, with the words "Third Medical Store" written in large letters on it.

Although the state-owned pharmacy is located in a not very busy street, the store is still bustling with people coming and going.

However, when she walked inside, she found that there were more people inside than she thought.

The furnishings inside the state-owned drugstore are in the shape of a Chinese character “U”.

Except for the entrance, the other three walls are covered with wooden cabinets reaching the ceiling, with small drawers inside, which are obviously used to store Chinese medicine.

In front of these three Chinese medicine cabinets, there are waist-high glass cabinets, in which you can see bottles of canned Western medicine.

A dozen staff members stood in the aisle between the glass cabinets and Chinese medicine cabinets, greeting incoming customers.

"I'll buy two aspirin."

"My eyes are a little itchy recently, which eye drops should I buy?"

"Follow this prescription. I use Chinese medicine."

"How much do you think you'd pay for the herbs I dried?"

Song Ruan first stood aside and observed quietly for a while.

She found that facing the door was the place to greet people who came to buy medicine; on the left side of the door was the place responsible for dispensing Chinese medicine; and on the right side near the door was the place to recycle the herbal medicine.

So Song Ruan walked to the right. There was a man in front who was selling dried herbs, so Song Ruan lined up behind him and waited.

"Why haven't you? Didn't you promise to find ginseng for me at other state-owned pharmacies? Now you tell me there's none?"

An angry male voice sounded from the left side of the store, attracting everyone's attention.

The clerk who was yelled at, seeing so many stares, immediately became angry and embarrassed, "Who promised you? At that time, I just said I would help you look for it. No one said that I would definitely find it!"

"What do you think you want? That's 100-year-old ginseng! It's not the common cabbage you can find everywhere!"

"I don't care. You just have to find it for me. I'm going to use it to save lives! There's no hundred-year-old one. The doctor said seventy or eighty years old will do." The angry middle-aged man refused to give in.

People who came to buy medicine couldn't help but point fingers at him, wondering if this forced buying was actually okay.

The clerk said helplessly, "Really? No! No 70 or 80-year-old ones! We only have a few 30 or 40-year-old ones here. I can't deceive you by saying that 30 or 40-year-old ones are 70 or 80-year-old ones. The medicinal effects of ginseng from different years are very different."

The clerk spoke sincerely, but the more sincere he was, the more he dashed the middle-aged man's tiny hope.

He suddenly burst into tears without caring about his image. "The hospital said they didn't have it, and the pharmacy said they didn't have it either. What should I do with my wife's illness?"

The collapse of middle-aged people is very contagious.

He was wearing a fitted Mao suit and gold-rimmed glasses. He had an elegant demeanor and didn't look like the type of person who would throw a tantrum. He must have really been in a desperate situation.

Those who had just pointed fingers at him because of his bad attitude fell silent and looked silently at this middle-aged man who was as fragile as a child.

After crying for a while, he finally took off his glasses, wiped his tears, tidied himself up, put on adult armor, returned to his normal state, and walked out of the pharmacy.

"Little girl, it's your turn. What are you selling?" The person in front finished selling things, and it was Song Ruan's turn.

"I just want to ask, what is the price for buying 100-year-old wild ginseng here?"

The clerk thought she was deliberately annoying him, and said impatiently, "It depends on the quality. Usually it's one hundred yuan per tael. Do you have any?"

"No." Song Ruan shook her head at the clerk and walked out of the pharmacy.