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The next morning, before Ye Chen had even finished breakfast, he heard Su Qinghan's voice coming from the medicine hut.

Su Qinghan stood at the warehouse entrance, holding the old booklet in her hand. She glanced in the direction of Shen Bo'an's small house, then waved to Ye Chen: "Go and invite your Grandpa Shen over. He needs to witness this matter firsthand."

Ye Chen put down his chopsticks and left.

Jiang Ruoxi ignored Ye Chen and ate her meal by herself. She had been washing the dishes and keeping the house clean all this time.

It's truly a bizarre and amusing story that a young lady, the president of a listed company, is doing the work of a maid.

Shen Bo'an had just been helped to sit down in the rattan chair by Shen Jingqiu and was slowly drinking his porridge.

Upon hearing that Su Qinghan was going to burn the booklet, he put down his bowl and nodded: "It should be burned. My grandfather told me to keep it because he was afraid that the people from Medicine King Valley would not acknowledge it. Now that they have, there is no need to keep it anymore."

Ye Chen and Shen Jingqiu helped him to the warehouse door, one on each side.

Su Qinghan had already lit a charcoal fire in the open space. The flames were small, rising up with a bluish glow.

There was a copper basin and a stack of white paper next to it.

She laid the booklet flat in the copper basin, but did not light it immediately.

"I thought about it all night last night, but I haven't come up with a feasible strategy yet," Su Qinghan said, her gaze fixed on Shen Bo'an's face.

"Burning this booklet is easy, but what's inside is the reason why two generations have argued for a lifetime. I'm not willing to just burn it like that."

Shen Bo'an looked at her: "What do you want to do?"

Su Qinghan took the booklet out of the copper basin, opened it to the first page and said, "Before burning it, copy down what is written inside. Delete the wrong parts and keep the correct ones. Keep one copy each for Anhetang and Yaowang Valley. If anyone talks about this again, let them see the copy. Burn the original. Consider it an explanation to the older generation."

Shen Bo'an was taken aback for a moment, then smiled.

He turned to Shen Jingqiu and said, "Jingqiu, hurry up and get some paper and pen. I'll copy it; I can write faster than you."

Shen Jingqiu took paper and pen from the room.

Shen Bo'an sat in the rattan chair, spread the booklet on his lap, and copied it stroke by stroke.

He copied very slowly, but he didn't miss a single word.

Su Qinghan watched from the side, occasionally pointing to a character and saying, "This radical is written wrong," or "Your grandfather's handwriting is better than yours."

Shen Bo'an wasn't annoyed; he just snorted and continued copying.

Ye Chen and Jiang Ruoxi stood to the side, watching the two old people argue over a single word, and suddenly felt that the scene was much more interesting than the burning of the booklet itself.

Halfway through copying, Seventh Uncle returned from the fields carrying a hoe. He leaned over and glanced at it a few times, then suddenly exclaimed "Eh!" and pointed to a page in the middle of the booklet, saying, "Isn't this the recipe for nine steamings and nine dryings? I've been looking for it for years, and it turns out it's in your Anhetang's hands."

Shen Bo'an looked up at him with a smile: "Want some? If you want some, just tell me properly. Don't argue with me over a few peanuts like you did yesterday."

Seventh Uncle stuck the hoe into the ground, pulled up a chair and sat down, saying, "Alright, alright, Senior Sister, I won't argue with you anymore. Let me see it after you're done copying."

Su Qinghan snorted from the side: "Medicine King Valley first. Only what Medicine King Valley doesn't want will be your turn."

Seventh Uncle looked at Ye Chen with a wronged expression.

Ye Chenchong winked, meaning he was on Ye Chenchong's side.

Seventh Uncle became happy again and went to the kitchen to brew a pot of tea for everyone.

It took me the entire morning to finish copying the booklet.

Shen Bo'an put down his pen, rubbed his wrist, and said, "I can't do it anymore, I'm getting old. I used to copy prescriptions in the pharmacy, and I could copy ten a day."

Su Qinghan took the copy, checked it page by page, and only after confirming that nothing was missing did she put the original back into the copper basin.

Instead of using a lighter, she took a thin moxa stick from the medicine shed, lit it, and used the moxa fire to ignite the corners of the booklet.

The flames licked at the yellowed pages, slowly engulfing the words.

The ashes from the paper floated up from the copper basin, like a swarm of tiny gray moths, swirling in the morning breeze before flying towards the medicinal herb field.

Looking at the ashes, Shen Bo'an suddenly said, "Grandpa, if you see this, please don't scold me. I've handed Anhetang over to Yaowang Valley. From now on, it will live together with Baizhi Valley. Don't worry."

After the booklet was burned, Su Qinghan put the copy into a newly made wooden box and placed it on the top shelf of the medicine hut.

She said, "In the fall, we'll take the old plaque of Anhetang and this copy back to the south of the city, and reopen a small pharmacy on the old site. We'll call it Anhetang and let Shen Jingqiu manage it. This way, we can make full use of people's strengths."

Shen Jingqiu was tidying up her writing materials when she heard this. She paused, looked up at Su Qinghan, and then at her grandfather.

Shen Bo'an laughed and said, "Jingqiu, why don't you thank your Master Su?"

Shen Jingqiu quickly stood up and bowed to Su Qinghan.

Su Qinghan waved his hand: "Don't rush to thank me. If you don't make money in the first year after opening the pharmacy, you'll have to figure it out yourself. We'll talk about the rest later."

Shen Jingqiu nodded emphatically, her eyes shining like two little stars.

That afternoon, Ye Chen and Jiang Ruoxi returned to Jiangcheng.

Before leaving, Shen Bo'an called Ye Chen over, took something out of his pocket, and stuffed it into Ye Chen's palm.

Ye Chen unfolded it and saw that it was a very small bronze seal with the four characters "Anhetang Made" engraved on the seal face. The edges were already rounded.

Shen Bo'an said, "This is the seal my grandfather used when he wrote prescriptions at the pharmacy. You can keep it. In the future, any medicine sold by Baizhi Valley will also be stamped with this seal. Although Anhetang is no longer there, its prescriptions are still there. Your master said that the door should face outwards, so I will also open the door of Anhetang inside your door."

Ye Chen held the bronze seal in his palm, feeling its weight both warm and heavy in his heart.

He bowed to Shen Bo'an and said, "Grandpa Shen, don't worry, every batch of medicine from Baizhi Valley will be stamped with this seal, and it will be stamped until the day your granddaughter's pharmacy opens."

On the way back to Jiangcheng, Jiang Ruoxi drove while Ye Chen sat in the passenger seat, examining the bronze seal over and over.

Jiang Ruoxi asked him, "Ye Chen, what are you thinking about? Tell me quickly."

Ye Chen carefully put away the copper seal and said in a flustered manner, "I wonder how big our pharmacy can become in the future, whether Shen Jingqiu will lose money in the first year after opening Anhetang, and if my father were still alive, would he be secretly happy to see all this?"

Jiang Ruoxi smiled and gently patted the back of his hand: "Your father is definitely laughing too, you just can't see it."

Ye Chen turned his head to look at the spring mountains and fields rushing past the window.

Beyond the mountains lies Jiangcheng, and further west of Jiangcheng are Yaowang Valley and Baizhi Valley.

In those places, there are people waiting for him to return.

He rested his hand on the car window sill, letting the wind slip through his fingers.

The wind already carries the scent of early summer—hot and humid, as if some good days are rising from the earth.

Ye Chen thought about it and felt that there were still some shortcomings.