Therefore, farmers would rather sell to village doctors. Although the price is a bit low, at least they can save transportation and processing costs.
Qin Zhao regained his gentle and kind appearance in front of others. He took out several bundles of medicinal herbs that had been sorted and arranged from the inner room and handed them to the young man.
The young man carefully counted them and said with a smile, "Mr. Qin's herbs are still of the best quality. We want all of them."
He handed a string of copper coins to Qin Zhao, who nodded and asked, "Why is there an extra fifteen coins?"
"Not much. Master said that Mr. Qin's herbs are of high quality. Before we left, he instructed us to raise the price of all herbs from Mr. Qin's house by 10% starting today."
Why would the price suddenly increase out of nowhere?
Qin Zhao's eyes moved slightly, and he felt vaguely strange.
But this is how small businesses among villagers work. Giving a little profit to farmers who cooperate well is a mutually beneficial thing.
Qin Zhao didn't say anything else, just nodded and said, "Thank you."
The young man put the herbs into his backpack and said, "By the way, Master also said that these days are a good time to pick herbs. If Mr. Qin can offer more, the price can be raised."
Qin Zhao nodded in agreement and sent the person out.
Jing Li lay beside the wooden barrel and looked out.
One copper coin was worth one wen. One hundred copper coins were strung together, and with some scattered coins, there were a total of one hundred and sixty-five wen on the table.
Jing Li saw clearly just now that Qin Zhao took out three or four kinds of herbs in total, and each bundle probably contained about ten pieces, which was not a large quantity.
It seems that even if sick people cannot work in the fields, they still have ways to make a living.
No wonder the medicine is affordable.
After sending the medicine boy away, Qin Zhao watched the medicine boiling by the stove for a while, then went into the inner room.
On the stove, the firewood was burning vigorously, and the house was filled with the rich aroma of medicine.
Jingli swam around in the barrel and felt a little bored.
He was just a fish now, unable to move around much and couldn't go far. If Qin Zhao didn't come to play with him, he didn't know what to do.
What is Qin Zhao doing...
Jing Li waited for a long time but Qin Zhao didn't come out. Finally, he couldn't resist the sleepiness and fell asleep in the water.
Until a faint smell of burnt food came into the air.
The fire in the stove was still burning brightly. The lid of the medicine pot was swirling due to the steam, and there was a circle of medicine overflowing around the edge.
Jing Li woke up instantly.
If you keep burning like this, the medicine pot will dry up.
Where on earth was Qin Zhao doing?
Jing Li swam back and forth anxiously, flapping his tail in the water, trying to make a splash that Qin Zhao could hear. But the bedroom curtains remained quietly closed, and there was no sound of anyone.
Jing Li's mind suddenly flashed with the other person's pale face, and he stopped moving.
Qin Zhao was not in good health. He had walked so far on his way back from town today and had been blown by the cold wind in the mountains.
Wouldn't he...
The more Jing Li thought about it, the more worried he became. He made up his mind, swung his tail hard, and jumped out of the barrel.
Perhaps because he was once a human, Jing Li's athletic ability is much better than that of ordinary fish. Otherwise, he would not have been able to survive under the knife of the fishmonger.
He jumped off the table and bounded towards the bedroom, leaving a trail of water behind.
The bedroom was very narrow, with a wooden bed against the wall and a desk and a stool by the window.
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