The peasant husband is a squeamish bag

Chapter 30 Five taels of silver
【Owner?Is your quilt cold at night? 】By the way, when you don't have a quilt, buy a quilt for the little boy?
The master is the king of mouth, so worry about it, and you can't laugh!
Hahaha! ! !Hahaha!
"Lack of pumping?" Yun Cheng looked over with a cold look, and the little black face shrank into a quail again.

But this time, hehe, it seems that he is not afraid anymore. The master is not at all the same as the big devil who kills people without batting an eye in the rumors.

When I came outside Tianji Pharmacy, there were still three or five people queuing up. It seemed that the reputation and medical skills of this pharmacy must be good.

Yun Cheng took advantage of the situation and stood in line. There were three people in front of him.

Yuncheng was soon lined up, and the enthusiastic drug boy didn't show his face at Yuncheng because of his busy work, but smiled cheerfully.

"Little lady, what else do you need to see a doctor?"

Yun Cheng mentioned his medicine basket: "Sell medicinal materials."

"Sell medicinal materials, please go to the room on the right hand side."

"Thank you."

Yuncheng came to the room on the right, opened the curtain and went in. There was an old man sleeping in the yard, basking in the sun, shaking the recliner, looking leisurely.

"Hello, selling medicinal materials."

"Well, just pour out the herbs and put them on the table."

Yun Cheng did as he did, and the majestic wind blew, carrying the medicinal fragrance, directly to the old man's nostrils.

"Turmeric, Chuanxiong, Danshen..."

"There is also a young ginseng."

When the old man spoke, his eyes were still closed, and he knew the medicine entirely by the fragrance.

After reporting the name of the medicine leisurely, the old man quoted the price again: "5 taels of silver together." That is to say, the young ginseng is still worth a little money.

Other gadgets cost less than one or two to buy.

"If you sell it, throw the medicinal materials into the basket on the right."

"Sell." The price is still fair, Yun Cheng put the medicinal materials into the basket, and heard the old man yelling at the door: "5 taels of silver!"

"Just go out and pay the bill."

Yun Cheng bowed his body: "Thank you." But as soon as he reached the door, Yun Cheng heard a hurried footstep, running towards here.

Yun Cheng quickly dodged to dodge, but she did, but there was no medicine basket beside her, and the medicine basket at her waist was directly hung on the tassel of jade at the waist of the boy who rushed in.

"Zi la..."

How could a medicine basket made of hay and rattan withstand such a vigorous tugging.

With a crisp sound, the jade pendant on the boy's waist also shattered, and the medicine basket on Yun Cheng's waist also rotted.

Yun Cheng's brows furrowed instantly, and his hands tightened for a moment. Those familiar with him knew that Yun Cheng was unhappy.

"Ouch!"

"Ah! The jade pendant is broken!"

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm really sorry, I left in such a hurry, how much did you pay for your medicine basket, I'll pay you back." The young Su Mu picked up his jade pendant first, then bent down to talk to Yun By non-stop apology.

Only then did Yun Cheng see clearly the person in front of him, a young man in white, a gentleman like jade, even in the tenth grade, he had already seen his glory.

Yun Cheng's anger is half gone. For Yan Kong, there is always a preference for beautiful people.

The thing is already broken, this is Luo Jia's wish, not something that can be measured by money.

Yun Cheng carefully put the torn rattan grass into the tattered basket: "It's okay, just be more careful next time."

After finishing speaking, Yun Cheng turned around and left, Su Mu still apologized from behind: "Okay, okay, I will be careful next time, I'm sorry."

　Luo Jia, (clips): You said he was pretty?

　　Yuncheng (Orange): I don’t have it, it’s not what I said.

　　Clip: "Who said that?"

　　Orange: Dog Bobo! !
　　Clip: Huh╭(╯^╰)╮!Then you say he is good-looking?

　　Orange: Keke, dog Bobo! !

　　Bobo: giao!Damn, labor and capital will not write
　　
　
(End of this chapter)