Chapter 81

Song Rong received this gift from Mrs. Cai, then reached out to help her up and said, "Mrs. Cai, if you know how to read kindness, I will certainly not treat you badly in the future."

Mrs. Cai nodded with tears in her eyes. She also knew that Song Rong was wooing herself.

But she is just a gatekeeper. Even if she wants to stick it on the eldest lady, the eldest lady disdains it. It is a great blessing for the third lady to see her. Besides, as long as she can save her little grandson, she is willing to go up the knife mountain or down the sea of fire!

When Mrs. Cai returned, she opened the heavy money bag and poured it out. There were a lot of silver peanuts and broken silver. In addition to these, there was a gold bracelet twisted with gold wire.

I can see that these things should be saved bit by bit, and many should be used to reward people on weekdays.

Mrs. Cai looked at these things movingly. It seemed that miss three really gave her all her things. She wanted to repay miss three for her friendship!

Song Rong was in a good mood after she attracted Cai Po.

The silver she gave Mrs. CAI was not taken from the eight hundred Liang. Apart from the eight hundred Liang, she had other uses. She said she had more silver and would rather give Mrs. Cai these trivial silver.

In this way, we can prove her sincerity.

If you just give her a ingot of silver, she may still think that these things are nothing to her.

What she wants is to let Mrs. Cai completely remember her kindness.

Today, when Mrs. Cai kowtowed, her words proved that Mrs. CAI was not stupid and knew how to repay her.

Mrs. Cai is the gatekeeper. On weekdays, the corner gate behind her is the servant girls and servants. There are few people nearby except servants who occasionally go out to buy. If Song Rong wants to go out, it is the most difficult to be found out through this gate.

With Mrs. Cai's open door, Song Rong slipped out, which was much easier.

At this moment, Song Rong has slipped out.

In order to prevent others from recognizing it, Song Rong changed into clothes worn by ordinary girls. This time, she is going to walk on the road. She must pay attention to her clothes. As a person of the Song family, she is a little good. Her clothes are always made of good materials.

After all, the Song family is engaged in brocade business. If their own people don't wear good clothes, it will be spread out and give people a joke!

"Miss, where are we going?" Qingtao followed Song Rong closely and asked curiously.

"Let's go to the medicine shop." Song Rong said with a smile.

"What do you do in the medicine shop?" green peach asked a little confused.

Song Rong stared at Qingtao: "of course, I'm going to buy medicine."

"But no one in our family is ill?" Qingtao continued.

These days, Song Rong pays more and more attention to Qingtao. Qingtao's temperament has changed a lot. He is not as submissive as before. Now he dares to speak.

Song Rong had to be patient and explained, "I want to ask how much this medicine is. I want to do medicine business."

Qingtao didn't know anything about business, so she nodded foolishly. Anyway, the young lady is smart. She, as long as she does what the young lady tells her, she doesn't have to think about the rest.

Song Rong went to several shops, inquired about the price of medicinal materials, and bought several kinds of medicinal materials. Just after coming out of a medicine shop, he saw several drug collectors who came to sell medicine.

Several people in front rushed forward. The person behind looked a little honest and honest. He carried a heavy bamboo basket on his back and walked slower than the person in front.

At this time, someone in front turned back and shouted at the man: "brother Zhu, you can cook herbs yourself. Even if you can't sell them today, you can sell them another day. Just slow down and come in again!"

The man called the pillar stepped slightly and frowned, but he still walked inside.

Song Rong stopped the medicine collector directly.

Because Song Rong was wearing ordinary clothes, the people in the medicine shop didn't think much. Even if they saw it, they thought it was the medicine collector who had known for a long time. Maybe it was someone like his sister.

"Little girl? Do we know each other?" he looked at Song Rong suspiciously. His name was Liang Dazhu. This time, he had to sell these herbs, or he wouldn't be able to open the pot. He didn't want to compete with others, but he couldn't let them go on!

There are many people selling herbs in this shop, and the shopkeeper can't eat them all. They only buy a small part every day. Most people's herbs can't be sold.

Liang Dazhu is also a simple and honest man. People from the same village come by car. When they get near the medicine shop, these people are sure to get rid of him and run to sell medicine first.

This time it was the same. In addition, he was stopped by Song Rong, so he was a little depressed. He felt that he might not catch up with him today.

Song Rong looked at the man in front of him. He was about twenty years old and looked honest.

"Are you here to sell medicine?" Song Rong pointed to the man's basket.

Liang Dazhu nodded.

Song Rong looked at the basket and asked, "can you show me your medicine?"

Speaking of this, Song Rong paused: "if the appearance is not too bad, I can buy your medicine."

Liang Dazhu glanced at Song Rong and thought that Song Rong didn't seem to be able to afford so many herbs, but he thought again. Anyway, there would be nothing less. In addition, the little girl couldn't afford all of them, but if she could buy a little, he could also buy two-day rations.

Liang Dazhu felt that Song Rong should be the poor girl who couldn't afford the medicine in the drugstore. With a little compassion in her heart, she directly took off her basket and showed the medicine in the basket.

Only a handful of herbs are fresh, and the rest are cut into pieces or dried in the sun.

Look at the quality. It's a little worse than what Song Rong bought from the drugstore.

"How do you sell this medicine?" Song Rong asked with a smile.

It's not easy to sell such medicinal materials now, but after a while, when the plague comes, let alone rot, some people rush to buy them.

"There is no water in this dried medicinal material, so it's more expensive to sell. One hundred copper plates are one kilogram, and ten copper plates are one kilogram just picked up." Liang Dazhu replied.

It's not that he sells all the herbs at a price, but that's how the people in the medicine shop collect them.

Ten copper plates and a kilo of herbs are already quite cheap. The easiest herbs to find are worth the price.