Chapter 9

"Shopkeeper, even if it's gold-plated, it should be worth some money. Help me estimate the price. I'll die and see how much I can be."

Ye Xiyue returned the ceramics to the pawnbroker. She will pawn these jewelry whether true or false. She just doesn't know how much gold-plated can be. Is it enough to buy medicinal materials!

The shopkeeper looked at her carefully and took several gold ornaments on the silk handkerchief in his palm.

"Young master, I think you are also sincere. Well, I'll give you ten liang of silver for everything."

Ten Liang silver

Ye Xiyue didn't know the price here, so she subconsciously twisted her eyebrows.

The shopkeeper thought she was not satisfied with the price, and looked down at those things. Although they were gold-plated, they were full of weight. If they were melted carefully, they might make a profit.

"Add one or two more, no more."

Ye Xiyue heard his automatic price increase, and then listened to his voice. She estimated that it was impossible to increase the price again, so she nodded happily.

"Shopkeeper, try to give me some silver and copper coins so that I can use them easily."

"OK, no problem."

With the money given by the shopkeeper, ye Xiyue went out of the pawnshop. She walked along the street and saw only a medicine shop with the door closed.

He walked on for a while and turned an alley before he found a medicine shop.

Just about to walk over, a young boy across the street walked towards her quickly. When he passed by, he deliberately bumped into her arms.

The young man stepped up when he hit someone. Before he went out a few steps, he was pinched by someone from the back.

"Alas, pain... Pain... Let go!"

Ye Xiyue, with a calm face, twisted his arm, lowered her voice and said coldly, "give me my things!"

The boy's face turned white with pain. "What are you talking about? Who took your things!"

He was not guilty at all. He stared at her with a straight face and a stronger tone than her.

Ye Xiyue was not interested in arguing with him, and she didn't bother to make a big noise, which attracted the onlookers. She suddenly increased her strength, "didn't take it, right? I abandoned your hand first, and we'll calculate whether you took it or not!"

Her face was cold, her voice was colder, there was no temperature at all, and the strength in her hand was so strong that the teenager didn't even have the chance to resist.

His face was wrinkled with pain. He knew he had encountered a hard stubble and couldn't be tough at all.

"You let go... Let go, I'll pay you back, I'll pay you back!"

Ye Xiyue stared at him with cold eyes, "your other hand is not useless. Just take out the things. That hand can't be used? Don't try to play any other tricks. I don't have time to talk to you!"

The boy wanted her to let go first so that she could escape. Unexpectedly, she didn't eat this set at all.

The arm was hurt, as if she used a little more force, and the real arm was removed. He shook his hands and took out the money bag he had just touched from ye Xiyue.

Ye Xiyue got the money bag and released his hand without saying a word. She hurried to the medicine shop and didn't want to pay attention to him. She turned and left.

The boy showed his teeth in place, rubbed his arms desperately, stared at her back angrily, and didn't know what to think, so he followed up.

The medicine shop was deserted. There was only one waiter standing in front of the counter bored, with drooping eyelids and a look of falling asleep at any time.

Ye Xiyue walked over, her fingers gently knocked on the counter and whispered, "man, buy medicine."

When the sleepy man heard the voice, he lazily raised his eyelids and glanced at her, "where's the prescription?"

Ye Xiyue was stunned. Before she could adapt to the ancient life, she forgot to go to the medicine shop to dispense medicine in ancient times. Generally, she came out with a prescription first and filled the medicine according to the prescription.

"Sorry, I forgot the prescription. Do you have any paper and pen? I'll write it down now."

After hearing this, the man showed a trace of impatience on his face, but when he wanted to do business, he found a paper and pen and handed it to her.

Ye Xiyue wrote down the herbs she needed. Before she handed them to the waiter, a voice sounded behind her.

"What is it all about? Ghost symbols?"

When she looked back, she saw the boy who had stolen her purse standing behind her, staring down at the herbs she had written, and muttering in a low voice.

Ye Xiyue just reflected that she wrote modern simple characters, while she couldn't write ancient traditional characters at all.

The center of the eyebrow twisted slightly. She looked up at the man in front of her, "sorry, man, I'll report the name of the medicine to you. How about you dispensing it directly to me?"

"That's not good. We all fill the medicine according to the prescription. You don't have a prescription. I dare not give you the medicine. If there's any mistake, the shopkeeper can't spare me!"

The man disagreed, and ye Xiyue frowned more tightly.

She turned around and was ready to go. Since the man refused to write, she could go to the calligraphy and painting stall outside and find someone to write the prescription first and then come here. It was just a waste of time.

"Alas, you're leaving now? Can't you really write? Tell me and I'll write for you. It's only a silver or two. Is that ok?"