It can’t be that high, the old lady just now had a really big polygonum multiflorum.
"Girl, you can give us as much as you like, whatever you say goes."
"Yeah, yeah, whatever you say goes."
Chun Nuan looked around and gave ten and twelve coins respectively, and there was another elderly person who also had polygonum multiflorum, although much smaller, and she gave him twenty coins.
In a short while, Chun Nuan bought all the herbs the elders were selling. Each of them was filled with joy, their wrinkled faces beaming like chrysanthemums.
As Chun Nuan was leaving, an old lady even bowed to her, muttering blessings: May the Bodhisattva bless this kind-hearted girl with a long life, safety from harm, and smoothness in all matters.
Even when she got on the carriage, Chun Nuan still felt very moved.
She had spent only a very small amount, yet received such deep gratitude from the old ladies.
"I think at the next town, you better not buy wild herbs anymore."
Zhao Minghua, who had been watching from the side, found it amusing.
Nuannuan’s kindness in buying from one person resulted in a crowd surrounding her.
She ended up buying everything, though it wasn’t really of much use.
Primarily, these herbs were common in many places, no need to come all this way to buy and take them back.
"That’s right, I must control myself."
Otherwise, they would have to clear out the carriage to load the herbs.
"I estimate these elders usually can’t even sell their herbs for two coins."
Chun Nuan sighed, "Money is really hard to earn for ordinary people."
Zhao Minghua nodded.
"To them, your appearance is like a deity sent from above to help them."
How could it be that exaggerated?
However, truly, seeing the scene of the old ladies blessing her was touching.
She only spent a small amount of money, yet the old ladies blessed her so sincerely.
Helping the poor folk, they have no jewels or treasures to give back, only their passionate hearts.
After chatting a while, Chun Nuan felt a bit sleepy.
"You rest for a while."
This carriage was specially modified by Zhao Minghua, with a lounge chair in it, so she could sleep by just lying down.
Chun Nuan didn’t hold back, closed her eyes, and tried to sleep.
Zhao Minghua lightly covered Chun Nuan with his cloak.
He also leaned back on the chair and slowly fell asleep.
After an unknown length of time, they were suddenly awakened by Qingsheng’s scream.
At the same time, the carriage also jolted violently.
"What’s going on?"
Zhao Minghua lifted the carriage curtain, inwardly cursing, "Courting death."
"What happened?"
Chun Nuan also poked her head out for a look, but after just a glance, Zhao Minghua pushed her head back in.
Damn, she saw more than ten people with gleaming long knives standing in the middle of the road.
What’s going on?
In broad daylight, are there mountain bandits away from Northern Desert?
Chun Nuan’s heartbeat accelerated again.
She reached into her pouch for the powder—thank goodness, it was still there.
Yes, ever since that night with the bad guys, Chun Nuan never goes anywhere without her powder.
"What should we do?"
Chun Nuan tried to steady her emotions, but her voice still trembled as she spoke.
"Don’t worry, it’s okay, I’ll go meet them."
"Be careful."
Chun Nuan swallowed a gulp, "If it really doesn’t work, we’ll use our wits."
Using wit meant spreading the powder.
The headache now for Chun Nuan was that she forgot to bring the antidote.
She could hold her nose to avoid it, but what about Zhao Minghua and Qingsheng?
The two of them might react a bit slowly, then she’d have to drag them away, which is a hassle.
"No worries."
Zhao Minghua climbed out of the carriage and stood beside Qingsheng, "Gentlemen, we are just ordinary passersby and have nothing of value, isn’t it possible to negotiate..."
Zhao Minghua glanced at the herbs in the basket.
"These are the herbs we gathered from the mountains, how about we give them to you instead?"
"Nonsense, who said we want herbs."
"Then what do you want?"
"We want money."
"And women." A man with a sharp face and sly expression in the middle sneered, "The one inside the carriage, stay as our bandit’s wife."
"That depends on whether this young master agrees."
Zhao Minghua had hoped to resolve this with words, but didn’t expect them to be so brazen, actually eyeing Nuannuan, which touched his reverse scale!
"Oh, this pale-faced boy has a temper, huh? Come, brothers, let’s go, sell the men as slaves and the woman as the bandit’s wife."
"Get them."
Chun Nuan heard the sounds of fighting outside and couldn’t sit still any longer, she lifted the curtain again.
"Girl, you should hide back inside, don’t watch, it’ll scare you."
Qingsheng dared not move, afraid he would become a burden to the young master.
Who would have thought Chun Nuan would stick her head out to watch, worried she’d get traumatized from fear.