Zhao Zhitong was wearing a gray short shirt today, her hair tied up in a bun on top of her head. Her small face was rosy and fair, making her look just like a refined young lad. This was all Sun Mei's intentional styling. At this moment, she was standing next to Sun Youwei, watching him buy medicinal herbs.
After inspecting the herbs, Sun Youwei said, "Sir, this fresh honeysuckle of yours isn't very damp, so I'll offer you two coins per pound. What do you think?"
It wasn't the first time Sun Youwei had bought herbs from them, and the villagers trusted his character. So, the old man smiled and nodded. "Alright, whatever you say. Oh, Doctor Sun, I have another basket here. I don't know what it is, but I found it in the mountains yesterday. Could you take a look and see if it's a medicinal herb?"
The old man took out a basket. The herbs inside were clean, with no dried leaves or anything; even the roots had no dirt left on them.
