After Becoming the Villain Mother-in-Law, I Launch My Redemption Arc Chapter 338: Selling Herself to Bury Her Father

This dical casebook was given to him by his master.

Although the master said that these cases were left by the ancestors, he later consulted many ancient books and found no related dical cases. So, he felt that his master was being modest.

These dical cases must have been personally recorded by his master.

So, whoever brings these prescriptions to collect the dicine must be related to the master.

"Xiao Ding, did the lady who collected the dicine ntion where she lives?" The shopkeeper suppressed his excitent and asked.

"Shopkeeper, how do you expect to answer that? People co to get dicine; it’s not likely they’ll announce where they live, right? I also can’t very well ask them where they live, can I?" Xiao Ding looked at his shopkeeper suspiciously.

Why does the shopkeeper seem so odd?

"Oh, right, the lady gave a token to show you."

The shopkeeper’s eyes lit up when he saw the token; it was unmistakable.

The person collecting dicine must be the master!

This waist tag was specially given to the master by the owner, and there’s only one of its kind.

Every Hundred Herbs Hall shopkeeper has seen the imprint of this waist tag.

Indeed, the shopkeeper of Le’an Hundred Herbs Hall is none other than Doctor Su, ng Yao’s apprentice back in Fengyang Town.

Doctor Su is skilled in dicine and diligent in research. After obtaining the dical casebook from ng Yao, he was relentless in studying it comprehensively. Lu Luoxing greatly valued him, and after knowing his connection with ng Yao, originally wanted to transfer him to a bustling State center, but Doctor Su himself volunteered to go to Le’an.

Because so herbs outside the borders are not found within.

Coming to Le’an makes it easier for him to seek herbs.

"How many days’ worth of dicine did the lady collect?" Doctor Su asked.

"Three days’ worth." Xiao Ding replied.

"If my dical visits in three days are not urgent, reschedule them or have Doctor Xu take over." Doctor Su said.

Doctor Xu is the sitting doctor at Hundred Herbs Hall.

"Shopkeeper, do you know the lady? Is this waist tag the token between you two?" Xiao Ding curiously asked, "Could it be the mistress?"

Doctor Su glared at Xiao Ding, "If you would channel all that energy into studying dicine, you’d learn faster. Let tell you, she’s not just anyone, she’s my master! From now on, show utmost respect whenever you see her!"

Xiao Ding has always wanted to beco Doctor Su’s apprentice, but Doctor Su never agreed.

What’s needed to teach him dicine hasn’t been neglected.

Yet, he wouldn’t agree to take him as an apprentice.

So, if Doctor Su’s master agrees, would he then be able to apprentice?

After all, apprentices must listen to their masters!

Xiao Ding resolved to start with Doctor Su’s master in the future.

"Shopkeeper, don’t worry!" Xiao Ding pounded his chest with confidence.

"Anyway, if I’m not around when she cos again, you must find out where she lives!" Doctor Su instructed.

"I guarantee the task will be completed." Xiao Ding replied with a smile.

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Le’an is still quite prosperous.

Probably due to the passage to the outside, ng Yao saw many people dressed differently from those in the Central Plains.

However, they still spoke the language of the Central Plains here.

There were buyers and sellers.

Overall, it was harmonious.

She didn’t see any local bullies or the like.

ng Yao was thinking of heading back when she heard two people nearby ntion that there’s a girl selling herself to bury her father ahead, and she was extrely beautiful, said to be unmatched by any girl in Le’an.

With nothing pressing back ho, ng Yao decided to follow them.

To see just how beautiful this girl selling herself to bury her father really is.

ng Yao followed them and quickly arrived.

My goodness, there was a crowd, forming a circle, and she had to exert quite so effort to squeeze in.

The girl dressed in mourning clothes had tears lingering at the corners of her eyes.

A cart was behind her, covered by a straw mat.

In front was a stone slab with content about selling herself to bury her father written on it.

The father and daughter ca to Le’an seeking relatives, but couldn’t find them. The girl’s father succumbed to a sudden illness. If any kind-hearted person was willing to offer money for her father’s burial, she would follow that kind-hearted person. However, her father was a dignified man, so the funeral cannot be simplified.

This insistence on not simplifying hints that the selling price isn’t low.

ng Yao looked on with interest, wondering if anyone would pay a handso price for beauty.

Indeed, so were offering prices.

But clearly, it didn’t et the girl’s expectations.

Thus, the girl lowered her head slightly, not responding.

This slight lowering was skillful; it showed her beauty without allowing a full gaze.

Concealing partially like a pipa hidden beneath a sleeve.

Increasingly stirring the crowd.

No matter whether truly selling herself to bury her father, this girl wasn’t easy to deal with.

"Make way, make way."

Soone jostled through the crowd and squeezed in.

"Hey, little lady’s really cute, master likes. Selling yourself to bury your father, right? I’ll buy!"

A burly man, as stalwart as a tower, stood there instilling fear.

The girl finally looked up slightly, showing fear on her face.

"I’m not selling, I’m not selling, please move along, sir." Her voice was lodious, making many around look eager.

This girl is extrely pretty, her voice enchanting, worthy of paying more money.

"What’s this? Can’t stand ? Or are you playing gas?" The man frowned, scaring the girl into trembling.

"No, no it’s not..." The girl’s speech was stuttered.

"What is it then? Although I may look unsavory, I’m a reasonable man. I can offer fifteen taels; if soone offers higher, I’ll concede. But if no one offers more, you must co with !" The burly man’s voice was boisterous.

"I, I..." The girl, in panic, cried even more.

Tear drops hung on her delicate cheeks, truly pitiful.

The young virile n were stirred to protect her, competing in offers.

You have fifteen taels, I offer more than fifteen.

In no ti, the bid reached twenty-two taels.

The burly man was true to his word, neither angry nor troubled anyone, rely grinned saying, "Just don’t be talking big, don’t bid randomly just to force out."

The youngster who bid twenty-two taels seed impulsive in nature, imdiately took out a pouch, "This is what I earned today from selling horses, there’s thirty taels here!"

Three neat silver ingots.

The burly man laughed, "Brother, I concede, I only have fifteen taels, this girl, we’re not destined. But this girl’s father needs burial, surely requires manpower, today I’ll do a good deed and lend a hand? My strength is formidable!"

The youngster didn’t expect the burly man to be so agreeable, generous, and hesitated before responding when another voice suddenly interrupted—

"If you agree, you won’t be able to keep that thirty taels, nor will you be able to keep the girl."

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