Luo Qingyun immediately became serious after hearing that.
He placed his hand on Julie's wrist to check her pulse. After about half a stick of incense's time, he finished and sat at the table to write a prescription.
After writing, he handed the prescription to the assistant who prepared the medicine. Then he turned to Julie and said, "You accidentally ate a fruit called Shanglu. It's poisonous, but the poison is not strong, and you haven't eaten it for long. It's not a big problem. I've written a prescription for you. The assistant will prepare the medicine. Boil three bowls of water down to one bowl, and drink it for seven days. After that, the poison left in your body will be gone."
Julie pulled her hand back and said, "I understand, thank you."
Soon, the assistant packed the medicine and handed it to Bailee and the others.
The accountant also came over with two money bags and two silver notes.
One large bag had 250 taels of silver, in five-tael and ten-tael ingots. Another smaller bag had 30 taels in loose silver coins.
The two silver notes were worth 500 taels and 100 taels each.
He respectfully handed them to Julie. After checking and seeing no problem, she accepted them.
Actually, she put them into her space, where it was safest.
Before leaving, Julie took out a small piece of silver to pay for the consultation and the medicine, but Luo Qingyun smiled and said, "No need, no need. These herbs don't cost much. Besides, our meeting is fate. No need to be so polite." He thought to himself, such a good opportunity, he must grab it, and think for the long term.
Julie didn't understand social customs.
If she were a smooth talker, she might have thought about building a good relationship with the pharmacy owner — it would be a sure win, no downside.
But in Julie's world, she didn't like owing people favors and didn't let others owe her either.
Julie directly handed over a piece of silver and said, "It's not much. We also ate your pastries and drank your tea. Thank you for the hospitality. Goodbye."
After speaking, she left with her three husbands.
Luo Qingyun watched them leave and sighed.
Lorrie had never seen so much money in his life.
And when did his wife dig up the ginseng?
Why didn't he know?
Haven was relieved. He felt guilty before, but now he was just glad that his wife was fine.
Bailee watched Julie's back, a soft look appearing in his eyes.
Julie first went to the horse market.
The horse trader looked at her rough clothes and showed a look of contempt. He was about to wave her away, but when he met her cold and fierce gaze, he actually felt a little scared.
"Young lady, do you need a horse or a carriage? We have both. We have young horses and older ones, with different prices too," he said, though he didn't think she could afford anything expensive.
Julie immediately spotted a black horse. It had a tuft of reddish-brown hair on its forehead, a strong and balanced build, shiny coat, powerful legs, and it was about ten years old — the best age for a horse.
"How much for this one?" she asked.
The trader's eyes lit up when he saw which horse she chose.
Most of his horses were gentle, but there were a few wild ones. This one was famous for being hard to control — it kicked people and wouldn't let anyone ride it. Someone had bought it before but returned it a few days later. He couldn't bring himself to kill it, so it stayed.
"You have a good eye! Look at its color, its build — perfect age too. The price is a bit high, but since you really like it, here's the price." He held out five fingers.
Fifty taels?
Julie sneered inside. Did he think she was stupid?
She didn't know how to bargain, but she knew not to let herself be cheated.
"Five taels? Okay."
The trader got anxious right away. Five taels? No way!
"No, no, young lady, you must be joking! I said fifty taels!"
"It's daytime and you're dreaming already? You think this horse is worth fifty taels? Is there gold under its hooves?" Before Julie could speak, Lorrie jumped out and started talking nonstop.
Their family had just gotten rich. He had to watch over their money carefully, or else they would go back to drinking wild vegetable soup every day — bitter, astringent, and not filling.
There's an old saying: it's easy to go from frugal to extravagant, but hard to go back.
The trader's face darkened when a man spoke up.
In his mind, when women talked, men should stay quiet. Wasn't there any discipline?
The trader, thinking Julie was an easy target, rushed over, trying to hit Lorrie.
Julie's eyes turned cold. She grabbed the woman's extended arm and twisted it back — a cracking sound was heard.
Not satisfied yet, she kicked the woman's knee, making her fall right in front of Lorrie.
Julie lifted the injured arm higher, causing the woman to scream in pain.
Julie said expressionlessly, "Kneel and apologize to him. If he forgives you, you're fine. If not, I'll continue. You still have another arm and another leg, right?"
Julie didn't think she was cruel.
Ever since she came to this world and accepted everything from the original owner, she felt a responsibility to protect these three men.
She wouldn't allow anyone to hurt them.
If someone dared, it was like slapping her in the face, treating her like a dead person.
Just because she had no romantic feelings didn't mean she would let others bully her people.
The woman didn't expect to run into such a tough person.
She thought bitterly about how to get revenge later, but the pain was too much.
"This husband, please, forgive me! I didn't recognize who you were! My old eyes are blind! I'm worthless! I'm scum! I shouldn't have raised my hand at you! Please ask your wife to forgive me!"
Lorrie was stunned. He was ready to get beaten, but he didn't expect someone to stand up for him.
He felt complicated inside. He thought about how he used to hit her on the head with stones and call her a bad woman.
Was he wrong about her?
His eyes filled with tears. He quickly lowered his head and wiped his eyes with his sleeve. "It's fine, I forgive you," he said softly. The wind was strong — he wasn't crying.
Then he looked at Julie, afraid the situation would get worse and drag her down.
He was already very satisfied.
He would never call her a bad woman again.
Julie wasn't so easily satisfied.
She thought, You wasted my time and ruined my shopping mood — how are you going to make up for that?
"Okay, he forgave you. Now, let's talk about compensation. I won't ask too much. Give me ten taels of silver, that black horse, and one carriage. Deal?" She tightened her grip a little.
The trader wanted to cry.
Was this buying a horse or being robbed?
Even buying just one of those things cost more than that price, and she wanted two?