After arriving at the pharmacy, they sold the dried panax notoginseng herbs. Since only a few days had passed, this time they only received thirty copper coins.
As it wasn't much money, Zhao Dong didn't take it, letting Zhao Zhitong keep it herself.
Zhao Zhitong treasuredly tucked the copper coins into her small pocket, her face alight with a happy expression. She looked just like a little money enthusiast.
As they were about to leave, Zhao Dong casually asked the shopkeeper how they acquired hundred-year-old polygonum multiflorum.
Hearing the words "hundred-year-old polygonum multiflorum," the shopkeeper's eyes suddenly lit up. He asked excitedly, "Do you have hundred-year-old polygonum multiflorum?"
Zhao Dong shook his head repeatedly. "No, no, I was just asking. When we entered the city, we heard many people at the city gate talking about polygonum multiflorum, so I thought I'd ask you, Shopkeeper, to see if we might be able to gather some next time."
