Song Xiaoxiao did not advertise herself, "I have a poor foundation, I can't practice martial arts, and I'm not cold-tolerant." ”

You can't say she's a girl, right?

If you get too cold a day, it will not be good for the development of your body bones in the future.

Jian Zhan felt that what she said was reasonable, so she didn't say anything more.

The next day, Song Xiaoxiao got up with Jian Zhan Yejue and others.

A few people went to wash their faces together and went to eat again.

Because there was nothing particularly cumbersome, after breakfast, Song Xiaoxiao took Jian Zhan to the street.

There has been a plague in Shuishui City for a while, and there are few people on the streets.

White powder was sprinkled on the doorstep of every house.

Song Xiaoxiao stopped in front of a drugstore.

"Isn't there a plague in the city of water? Why doesn't anyone go to the pharmacy to buy medicine? ”

Immediately, Song Xiaoxiao noticed a shop with a Lingfan Hall signboard, and people kept coming in and out with bags.

Jian Zhan hugged his chest, "I've heard a little bit about this." Those who have contracted the plague in Waterfall will fall into a coma, and some will lose their lives outright. The doctor at the pharmacy could not see any famous doctors, and the people had to find other ways to treat and prevent the plague. ”

"The white powder on the ground, is that what kind of methods?"

"Almost. It is said to be a preventive function. "Jian Zhan is also hearsay, I don't know if it's true or not.

Song Xiaoxiao's lips curled under the plain cloth, "I live so big, I don't know that flour can also prevent plague." ”

Hearing the same words from the mouths of Jian Zhan and Jian Zhan in turn, Song Xiaoxiao's curiosity became even greater.

Jian Zhan said, "Of course, flour can't prevent the plague, but these seemingly flour-like things are not ordinary flour. ”

So, is it because of their lack of knowledge?

Song Xiaoxiao doesn't believe in this bullshit common sense.

So, the two went to the shop that sold spiritual powder.

Both of them were dressed in normal clothes, and they had a cloth to cover their faces, and they were ordinary people standing in the crowd.

Song Xiaoxiao asked Jian Zhan for a few taels of silver, and with the advantage of his figure, he keenly squeezed into the front.

She asked for two catties of spiritual powder, and the shopkeeper told her that the silver she gave was not enough.

You must know that five taels of silver can be used for a year's life of the cloth family.

However, the three taels of silver in Song Xiaoxiao's hand are not even enough for two catties of flour!

Seeing that Song Xiaoxiao couldn't take out the money, the shopkeeper was unhappy, "Do you still want to buy it?" If you don't buy it, don't get in the way here, don't you see that there are so many people standing behind you? Take a walk. ”

Murder her?

Very good...

Song Xiaoxiao poured out some flour, "Three taels of silver, buying these, it should be enough, right?" ”

The shopkeeper's eyes showed disdain, "I don't have any money to pretend to be an uncle, so get out of here if you take it." ”

"Okay, I can get out, but don't regret it."

"Joke! What do I have to regret? If you don't leave, I'll make you regret it. With a wave of the shopkeeper's hand, Xiao Er on the side put down the funnel in the form of flour and looked at it one after another.

Song Xiaoxiao took the flour and walked out of the crowd.

The shopkeeper was still scolding in the back.

Jian Zhan watched every move at the entrance of the shop, and couldn't hear what the two said, and finally endured it when he tried to rush over several times, and when he saw Song Xiaoxiao come out, he asked out of concern: "What is that dog calling?" ”

"I'm not one of his kind, how do you know what he's called?" Song Xiaoxiao threw the bag to him.

Jian Zhan weighed one or two, "Why do you buy such a little?" The money you give is what you spend, there are so many people in the barracks, how can you buy such a little. ”

"I..."

Song Xiaoxiao wanted to say that she had no silver, but Jian Zhan had already thrown the sack containing spirit powder back into her hand with her bare hands.

"You wait here, I'll go buy some more."