Jing Li lay in the wooden barrel and watched him secretly.

What happened yesterday actually left him with a considerable psychological trauma, causing him to be afraid even when he was alone, fearing that the cat hadn't eaten him yesterday and would follow the scent to find him.

But Qin Zhao still had to go out to make money, and he couldn't ask the other party to stay at home with him.

Jing Li felt a little aggrieved.

After Qin Zhao finished packing his things, he turned around and saw a small koi with only a pair of eyes showing on the edge of the wooden barrel.

This poor little thing.

He thought for a moment, took out the backpack he had used yesterday, took out everything inside, and placed it next to the small wooden barrel.

Jing Li: “?”

"I don't know if that wild cat will come back today. I'm worried about leaving you at home." Qin Zhao patted the backpack and said, "I'm just going to Doctor Ge's house in the neighboring village. Will you come with me?"

Is it really possible?

Jing Li's eyes lit up and he wagged his tail happily.

Qin Zhao scooped some water out of the wooden barrel to ensure that it wouldn't spill out while he was carrying it on his back. Jing Li also cooperated by splashing water out with his tail, fearing that the barrel was too heavy and would make Qin Zhao tired.

After completing the preparations, Qin Zhao carried the little koi out the door.

He walked very steadily, and Jing Li huddled obediently at the bottom of the wooden barrel, neither moving nor swimming, trying not to add any weight to Qin Zhao.

Doctor Ge's home was in Huaixia Village, not far from Linxi Village, but it still took quite a while to walk there. Therefore, Qin Zhao only went there once every two or three days to avoid wasting time and energy on the trip.

etc……

So, didn’t he just go there yesterday?

Jing Li poked his head out of the wooden barrel and looked at the backpack. Strangely, there was nothing else in it except his small wooden barrel.

There is no new medicine. Why did he go to Dr. Ge today?

Jing Li was a little puzzled.

It was still dark at this time and there were not many villagers on the road. Only a few of them were carrying baskets and shoulder poles to go to the town for the morning market.

Qin Zhao left the village and walked downstream along the path beside the stream. After walking for about an incense stick of time, he saw a sign for Huaixia Village.

The village was located downstream of the stream and was named after the thousand-year-old locust tree at the entrance. The home of Dr. Ge, whom Qin Zhao was looking for, was not far from the village entrance.

It was still early, but Dr. Ge's house had already opened its doors, and a lot of herbs were drying in the yard.

The medicine boy Awen whom I had met before was sorting herbs in the yard.

Qin Zhao knocked on the door. Awen looked up. Qin Zhao said, "Is Doctor Ge awake? I'm here to sell you medicine."

Awen led Qin Zhao into the main room. Qin Zhao put the backpack on the table but did not sit down.

Ah Wen asked, "My master hasn't gotten up yet. I wonder what medicine Mr. Qin will be selling today?"

Qin Zhao didn't answer, but took out something wrapped in a piece of plain cloth from his bosom. He spread the cloth on the table and carefully opened it, revealing a herb wrapped inside.

The herb had extremely long, intertwined roots, and dark purple oval leaves with dark textures, making it look particularly special.

Jing Li looked out curiously from the gap in the backpack.

Has this herb existed before?

When was Qin Zhao found?

Jing Li knew nothing about herbs, but the boy named Awen's expression changed: "This... this is..."

Qin Zhao said: "Wushan ginseng."

Wushan ginseng, an extremely rare herb, is used medicinally from its roots to its leaves. Only the wealthy and powerful in the city could afford it, and the finest specimens were even offered as tribute to the royal family.

Awen never knew that black mountain ginseng could be found in the mountain village where they lived!

Awen was still young and didn't dare to make a decision. He bowed to Qin Zhao and said, "Mr. Qin, please wait a moment. I will go find my master."

Qin Zhao: "Thank you."

He turned and entered the inner hall, and soon a middle-aged man ran out.

The old man hadn't done up his hair and beard, and he had only casually thrown on a robe, the laces untied, leaving his chest bare. He seemed to have left in such a hurry that he even forgot to wear a shoe.