This is the first time I've heard such a bold answer.
This is even more terrifying than what Zhao Qingyan said, "Just beat up anyone who doesn't know their place."
After all, beating someone up doesn't necessarily kill them, but drugging someone is unpredictable; who knows what kind of drugs she's given them?
"My niece is amazing, a heroine among women," Yan Yue praised.
Her praise was indeed heartfelt, after all, few people can live as freely and unrestrainedly as the Zhao sisters.
It's already quite an achievement for a woman to have her husband stay with her for the rest of his life.
To be able to shun worldly conventions and travel alone is even more difficult.
Yuan Ruoshui, who often travels with her father, always has a large number of bodyguards with her, while Zhao Qinghe travels alone.
Zhao Qinghe was amused by Yan Yue.
"My aunt is so good at praising people, it makes me feel embarrassed."
It was my parents who insisted on arranging a marriage for me.
Finding a spouse is a major life event, and I don't have anyone I like.
Why should you compromise yourself and spend your whole life with someone just because you've reached a certain age?
They had no choice but to run away.
Actually, I went into the mountains at first, otherwise I wouldn't have met Huahua. But then I thought about it and realized that staying in one place all the time would be too boring.
He left a letter home and went out.
The entire journey followed the contours of the mountain.
When they ran out of money, they would go into the mountains to collect medicinal herbs and sell them to pharmacies.
Or they could find a place to stay for a while, make some pills or powders, and sell them to pharmacies.
Simply selling medicinal herbs is not worth much.
Selling finished medicine was more profitable. So they traveled, collecting herbs, making medicine, and selling medicine along the way.
Not only did they have enough to eat and drink, they also managed to save some money.
If it weren't for Hua Hua's strong personality, I would have bought a horse-drawn carriage to travel.
A lone girl, collecting, preparing, and selling medicines along the way—how much hardship she must have endured—was described by Zhao Qinghe as light and breezy.
It's as simple as going to the street to buy a beaded flower.
As she spoke, Zhao Qinghe pulled out two ginseng roots from her enormous backpack.
It's obviously at least a hundred years old.
Such a fine item, yet Zhao Qinghe wrapped it in only two pieces of coarse cloth.
He handed one plant to Yan Yue and placed the other in front of Huang Shi.
"These two ginseng roots were harvested in Baishan."
If I hadn't accidentally dropped the tinderbox I was carrying, and had ventured deeper into the mountains, I might have been able to dig up an even older one.
These two ginseng roots are a gift from me to my elders.
Yan Yue laughed, "You silly girl, this gift is really too precious. Your aunt won't stand on ceremony and will accept it."
"Looking at your hair and hands, you don't have any jewelry, so your aunt will give you a set of hair ornaments."
Upon hearing the word "head and face," Zhao Qinghe shook her head violently.
"Auntie, are you talking about those head ornaments that come in a set of many different kinds, and when you wear them on your head, your neck will hurt in less than an hour?"
If it's that kind of thing, then forget it.
It would be more practical to give me two gold bracelets or a gold necklace.
The jade and gemstone jewelry that my cousin gave me back then are all stored away at the bottom of my trunk at home.
I really can't bear to take it out and wear it, for fear that it might get bumped or scratched by accident, which would break my heart.
Gold and silver are better; they're not afraid of water or impacts, and if you don't like them anymore, you can melt them down and remelt them.
Yan Yue felt like she wasn't chatting with a girl, but rather talking to a rough man.
Every sentence received a response, but they were all on completely different wavelengths.
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