Madam Yang said, "Never mind, then what?"
"Then he said he was wrong and changed the prescription. We packed another 200 jin."
"Idiot!" Madam Yang couldn't sit still any longer. She got up, went to Li Si, grabbed his ear and pulled it up. "Is your brain made of mush? It's one thing if you don't understand the first time, but you still can't understand the second time?"
Li Si was in so much pain that tears almost fell from his eyes. He said repeatedly, "Madam, he really did come to cause trouble... He's probably still at the pharmacy now. Please don't just pull my ear."
Yang let go of his hand and said angrily, "Where is that old bastard Zhao Fu?"
"You mean the shopkeeper?" Li Si covered his ears and said, "Didn't you tell him, Madam, to try not to stay in the pharmacy, in case someone comes to return the money?"
Yang recalled that there was indeed such a thing.
The notice at the entrance of Baohetang was her invention. With this trick, she could ruthlessly fleece people. The longer they dragged it out, the more money they owed. If anyone complained to the county magistrate, he would protect their family.
The bodyguards had been beaten up, so the other side clearly had accomplices. Her solution was to go to the county magistrate and ask him to send his constables to deal with the other side.
"Is that person still in the pharmacy?" she asked.
Li Si said, "He's definitely here. I think he's deliberately trying to cause trouble. Madam, you must stand up for us."
Madam Yang instructed her maid to prepare paper and pen so she could write a letter to the county magistrate.
She had only picked up her pen and written two words when another waiter rushed in, shouting, "Madam, disaster has struck!"
The maidservant hurriedly urged her out, saying, "Get out, get out. You can't just barge in without Madam's permission."
The waiter who came next was not like Li Si. He pushed the maid aside and shouted, "Madam, something terrible has happened!"
“I know someone has come to cause trouble,” Yang wrote without looking up. “Wait, I’m writing a letter to the county magistrate.”
“No,” the waiter said, “the person who came… I saw the manager talking to that person. He called her ‘Miss’.”
"Miss?!"
The pen in Yang's hand fell to the paper with a thud, leaving a large ink stain.
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