On the other side, Zhang Bingru easily found a very imposing medicinal herb shop, and rushed into it.

"Do you need anything, old man?"

The little guy at the medicine shop saw that he was out of breath and his beard and hair were gray, so he hurriedly came over to ask.

"I...... I...... I want to buy ginseng ......."

It took him a long time before he could say a complete sentence.

"Take a break, the shop sells a wide variety of ginseng, and they are all of the best products, so you can keep what you want."

The little guy in the medicine store covered his mouth and smiled, and said with Zhang Bingru in his arms.

"That...... That's good......

Fortunately, I'm old, and I've been resting for a long time now, and I'm still panting when I speak.

Without waiting for himself to completely recover, Zhang Bingru pulled the little girl and said, "I want you to become a ginseng here, which can be used to replenish the child's qi and blood, is there?"

Hearing that he was going to take shape, the smile on the little guy's face couldn't help but disappear, and it was replaced by surprise.

"Old man, you know that this ginseng is an extremely precious medicinal herb. It is even more difficult to form ginseng, so its price is as expensive as a treasure. Do you have enough money? We don't allow credit in our shop."

In a place like Kyoto, where you are obsessed with money, anyone in any industry has a discernment price.

As early as when Zhang Bingru entered the door, the little servant had already looked him up and down.

Seeing that he was dressed ordinarily, and there was nothing valuable on his body, when he heard that he was going to buy ginseng, he specially emphasized that he was not allowed to take credit.

"How could I be on credit! What a ...... you say."

Zhang Bingru said while holding his neck, and secretly put his hand into his pocket.

He was in a hurry to go out, and he carried a total of dozens of taels of silver in his arms, never expecting that a shaped ginseng could be compared with a treasure.

"If you really want it, I'll call the shopkeeper." The formed ginseng is equivalent to the treasure of the town, and I am just a buddy, and I can't be the master of the house."

The little guy glanced at Zhang Bingru again, and walked quickly towards behind the curtain.

Staring at the medicinal herb cabinet with a somewhat evasive gaze, Zhang Bingru had already retreated in his heart at this time.

However, Leng Wan and the others are still waiting for themselves to bring ginseng back to save their lives, and when they go back, they will come out again, for fear that they will delay time.

When he swayed from side to side, the curtain had been lifted, and a shopkeeper wearing a gold ingot-embroidered cardigan came out from behind.

"The shopkeeper is the old gentleman who said he wanted to buy ginseng."

Pointing at Zhang Bingru, the little guy bent his waist and introduced.

"You go and get busy with you first, and I'll receive him."

The shopkeeper just glanced at Zhang Bingru, and the disdain in his eyes went without saying.

After the servant left, the shopkeeper was even more disdainful of him.

"You want to buy ginseng? Can I find out the price?"

"No, I haven't."

Zhang Bingru is a scholar, and he always has some pretentious temperament, so his tone is not very polite when he replies.

"You dare to come to the door without asking? Sir, you think too highly of yourself, and not everyone can afford to eat ginseng."

With a cold snort, the shopkeeper held his head high and looked at people only with his nostrils.

"The purpose of opening a medical hall is to treat diseases and save people, but you divide people into three, six, nine and so on because of the money, and you are cold to those who can't afford to buy medicinal materials, it's simply insulting!"

After reading the sage books for a few years, Zhang Bingru even scolded people with a sense of Wen Zou Zou's book.

"You old thing, give you a face, I'll call you an old gentleman, if you don't give you face, I'll sweep the floor and go out!" I run a medical clinic, and I sell medicinal herbs to make money, so what are I doing with those vain heads?"

The shopkeeper was not easy to mess with, and immediately jumped up and replied.

It's a pity that this Bingru has nothing to do, and he is really not very proficient in scolding, but just back and forth, he made people speechless, and his face turned red directly.

The atmosphere here was so embarrassing that Zhang Bingru was about to pick it with his feet

When I got out of the three houses and one courtyard, fortunately, another son came in the medicine shop.

The young boy is holding a folding fan, hanging a jade pendant around his waist, a peach blossom face, and covered in silk grostin.

When the shopkeeper saw it, his eyes immediately lit up, and even the embroidered ingots on his clothes flashed.

"What do you need, this boy?"

came to the rich patrons, and old things like Zhang Bingru, who wanted money but no money, and who wanted power but no power, were naturally put aside.

"I want to buy a few herbs, you just have to follow this list."

The slender white fingers groped around his waist for a moment, then took out a note and handed it to the shopkeeper.

Seeing that the shopkeeper really didn't intend to pay attention to himself, Zhang Bingru had no choice but to shake his head as he walked.

"Insult Sven, insult Sven......"

There was a bit of desolation and helplessness in his tone, and there was also a bit of sadness.

"You're ...... It's Mr. Zhang Bingru!"

Later, Brother Gongzi suddenly grabbed Zhang Bingru's sleeve and shouted excitedly.

was suddenly recognized in a medicinal herb shop, and even Zhang Bingru himself felt a little surprised.

"Are you ......?"

Over the years, I have seen a lot of people, and Zhang Bingru doesn't remember when he met the rich boy in front of him.

"Xiaosheng Gu Hong, his home is in the Gu family of Qingshui Village. I have heard of your name, and I have seen you from afar, but I am not blessed to be your student."

Gu Xiaoxianggong's words were polite and unconventional, and Zhang Bingru listened to it very comfortably.

"It turns out that you are from the Gu family in Qingshui Village, not bad."

Zhang Bingru touched his white beard and praised it without hesitation.

"Mr. Zhang, when did you come to the herb shop?" Gu Xiaoxianggong brought the topic on the right track in a timely manner.

"Yo! Look at my memory!"

patted his head, Zhang Bingru immediately exclaimed.

"My stupid student's son has a fever, so he came to buy a shaped ginseng to make a medicine primer. But this ......."

The latter words did not speak, but the embarrassed Gu Xiaoxianggong heard it.

"Your students are ...... Fu Jiulan?"

In the past, the Son of Heaven accepted Fu Jiulan as a closed disciple, and the news had long been spread in Qingshui Village.

"Not bad."

Nodding, Zhang Bingru admitted directly.

"That kid is...... Cold?" Gu Xiaoxianggong continued to ask.

Seeing that the other party knew everything, Zhang Bingru couldn't help but be a little surprised.

"You know all this?"

"I used to know them before, but then for some reason, I ......."

Gu Xiaoxianggong said half of his words, but he didn't finish it.

"Shopkeeper, help this old gentleman wrap a good ginseng, and I'll pay for it."

As soon as the words changed, he waved his sleeves directly to the shopkeeper, wanting to buy this ginseng for Zhang Bingru.

"I can't do it." Zhang Bingru wanted to stop it.

"There's nothing to do, everyone is a friend, and it's just a ginseng, so please don't worry about the old gentleman."

Gu Xiaoxianggong spoke decently, which made people listen very comfortably.

Thinking that Leng Wan was in a hurry, Zhang Bingru did not insist on refusing anymore.