Yang Ruqing smiled at him.

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Well, I appreciate your kindness.

But, counting your share, it's still short by a hundred wen!

This isn't even the antlers and turtle shells!

But it's okay, let's buy a little bit first. Just like the story of Jingwei filling the sea and Yugong moving mountains, if we keep going slowly, we will eventually gather enough!

"Doctor, take three ounces of Angelica root slices, licorice, and Rehmannia glutinosa. Take five ounces each of Scutellaria baicalensis, Paeonia lactiflora, and Bupleurum chinense."

Yang Ruqing had made her decision and instructed the old man.

The elder nodded, wrote out a prescription and handed it to the boy who was in charge of fetching and measuring the medicine.

Clacking the abacus, he announced a figure: "A total of eighty-seven wen, please settle here."

Yang Ruqing nodded, took out a handful of copper coins from her body, and selected eighty-seven coins, counting them for the old man.

The old man saw the over three hundred coins left in her hand and was surprised.

"Didn't the young lady take all the other herbs as well?" he asked.

Yang Ruqing shook her head: "We'll catch this many today, more next time."

The old man nodded and didn't ask any more.

The man had packed the three herbs she requested, and the old man took them and passed them to Yang Ruqing.

Thinking of something, Yang Ruqing turned back and leaned on the counter, asking the old man, "May I ask again, what's the current price for dried musk?"

The old man was already preparing to receive the next customer who came for medicine. Seeing Yang Ruqing still lying on the counter and asking questions, a hint of impatience appeared on his face.

This young girl, couldn't even afford a few dozen cash worth of medicine, yet she acts like she's someone important!

But, a businessman, having opened his shop doors, welcomes customers from all directions with a smile.

The old man still patiently replied, “A tael of musk is worth one silver coin!”

"Oh? That's so expensive?"

Yang Ruoqing was so surprised that her eyes widened.

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Last time I went to Zuojiao Feng, Tang Ya Zi dried the musk from the deer she had cut down.

It weighed quite a bit, a full four ounces!

One tael equals ten cash, and one cash can be sold for one tael of silver.

Can't four ounces of musk be sold for forty ounces of silver?

She could get twenty taels of silver if she split it with Tang Ya Zi!

My goodness, twenty taels of silver?

What is this concept?

“So, what prices do you charge for musk at your clinic?” Yang Ruocheng continued to ask.

The old man frowned, his eyes peering out from above his glasses, giving Yang Ruohua a displeased look.

"Little girl, why are you asking so many questions? Are you trying to sell musk now? Go away, don't block my business."

The old man impatiently waved his hand.

Then other customers also became dissatisfied.

"Hey, little girl, are you going to grab the medicine or not? If not, just get out of the way, we're in a hurry to gather herbs!"

Yang Ruqing giggled and said, "Then you guys go ahead of me, I'll be there in a bit!"

Having said that, she quickly darted out of the crowd and pulled Luofeng Tang aside.

Luo Fengtang held in her hand the package of medicine she had just bought for eighty-seven copper coins.

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"Qing'er, don't we have four hundred wen on us? Why did you only buy these few things?"

Yang Ruqing said, "I just calculated it. After deducting the two types of medicinal materials that are missing from their pharmacy, to buy the rest complete, it would cost more than five hundred wen."

More than a hundred articles are still missing.

Luo Fengtang was stunned.

He immediately said, "It's alright, you wait here. I'll go back and get some money for you. The money from selling tofu last time that was yours, I haven't touched it!"

He said that and was about to leave when Yang Ruoqing pulled him back.

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"From here back to the village, it's sixty li round trip. Aren't you afraid of tiring yourself to death?" she asked.

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Luo Fengtang shook his head, looking serious: "We can't afford to be tired. Qinger buying medicine for beauty is a big deal, and we can't delay it!"

This silly kid!

Yang Ruqing's heart was filled with warmth.

"Hey, kiddo, let me finish my sentence!" she said with a chuckle.

“You said so!” he exclaimed.

“Just now I was asking that old doctor about the price of musk. Did you hear me from over there?” she asked.

Luo Fengtang nodded slightly.

Yang Ruqing said, “The old doctor said that the price of musk sold was one tael of silver per penny.”

Even if they were to make a profit on the markup, musk could still be sold for a hundred wen per unit.

"Hmm!" Luofeng Tang nodded, not quite understanding what Yang Ruqing was trying to express.

Yang Ruqing then continued, "Do you remember that piece of musk you cut and gave me last time?"

Luo Fengtang thought for a moment, "Remember."

Yang Ruqing snapped her fingers and said, "I weighed it down there, that piece of musk weighs almost four ounces!"

"Selling at a price of eight hundred wen per tael, even four taels of musk could fetch thirty-two taels of silver!"

"Ah?"

Luo Fengtang was astonished!

Thirty-two taels of silver?

He had never seen so much silver in his life!

"I brought the musk, what do you think, should we sell it?" Yang Ruocheng consulted Luo Fengtang's opinion.

Luo Fengtang smiled and said, "Qinger, you decide!"

Okay, I'll sell it. Let's split the profit!

Having said that, she excitedly ran towards the counter again.

A familiar and sharp female voice suddenly came from the side.

“Oh my, while I was examining a patient inside, I heard someone outside asking questions but not buying anything! I thought it was someone else, but it turned out to be Fatty...”

As the voice faded, two figures emerged from behind the silken curtain that draped down from above.

Yang Ruoqing turned her head to look.

It is the second mother Yang and cousin Yang Ruolan.

Her gaze swept past Er Ma Yang's face, heavily powdered with rouge, and then landed on Yang Ruolan, who she was supporting.

Today, Yang Ruolan is still wearing that sapphire-colored pomegranate skirt and a white collarless jacket on top.

Soft, flowing hair was styled into a crescent bun atop her head, adorned with a pale blue silk flower.

However, her complexion didn't look too good.

The redness has faded, replaced by a few streaks of paleness.

When being supported out by Yang, Yang Ruolan took lotus steps with a slight frown between her brows.

Yang Ruqing glanced at her hand that lightly held her chest, her fingertips as white as scallions. She secretly curled her lips.

This guy, pretending to be sick like a Western courtesan?

It's a shame that Mu Zichuan isn't here, her act was all for nothing!

Yang Ruqing was muttering to herself, when suddenly Yang's sharp voice rang out again.

"Buying but not buying, leaving but not leaving, wasting everyone's time here with a poor and pitiful look!"

Yang was still looking at Yang Ruohui with disdain, her thin lips moving slightly.

"This clinic isn't run by your second mother, so I can stand here if I want to. What does it have to do with you?"

Yang Ruqing retorted angrily.

Yang was so angry that her eyebrows shot up, and the rouge on her face started to run.

"Oh my gosh, you fat pig! You look so poor and pathetic. It's embarrassing enough to be like this in the village, now you come to town to make a fool of yourself? I'm getting so mad just looking at you!"

Yang's voice was naturally loud. As she shouted, everyone in the hall turned to look at her.

Seeing this, Yang Ruolan standing beside her frowned and softly persuaded her mother.