“Is it really the same as the effect of the expensive medicinal ingredients before?”
“Don’t worry, it really is. My family has been using it for a while.” In the past, there were no expensive medicinal ingredients made, they were only added for marketing, the recipe was the same, so the effect was the same.
“Then I’ll buy some from your house now.”
“Alright. Let’s go together.”
The two women walked side by side. Ding Er’s wife saw them and said jokingly, “Zhang Shun’s wife, when did you become so close with Su Qingyue?”
“Not really, I’m just going to her house to buy medicinal mud toothpaste.”
Ding Er’s wife’s eyes lit up, “They are selling it again?”
“I want to buy some too…”
Several other villagers also heard that Su Qingyue’s house had medicinal mud toothpaste for sale and followed them to the Xiao Family’s house.
Su Qingyue entered the yard where Xiao Qinghe was weaving a bamboo basket.
He was dressed in blue-grey, with his head slightly lowered, his movement of weaving the basket was quick and precise, and his slender hands were exceptionally beautiful.
Seeing the people entering the yard, he raised his head slightly and nodded indifferently.
His eyes were very attractive, a pair of clear and transparent pupils, bright and clean, pure and flawless.
He seemed to carry a kind of relaxing aura that could release the stress of others, making people feel comfortable when they saw him.
“Fourth Brother,” Su Qingyue greeted, “they are all here to buy the medicinal mud toothpaste.”
“Hmm,” he murmured in response, and continued weaving the bamboo basket in his hands.
Zhang Shun’s wife and Ding Er’s wife looked at Xiao Qinghe, and they had initially felt pity for Su Qingyue for marrying a disabled waste whose legs were crippled. But today, when they looked at him closely, they found that Qinghe was quite good-looking. His fair and graceful face was in no way inferior to Chuan, who was considered handsome by everyone.
The two young wives stared at him, and Xiao Qinghe blushed slightly.
There were ten people who came to buy the medicinal mud toothpaste, and among them, Aunt Liu said, “Oh, Qinghe, your complexion is much better than before.”
He just gave a gentle smile and didn’t say anything.
Several wives and young women in the courtyard were momentarily captivated by his elegant and refreshing smile.
“Fourth young Master Xiao, I never really paid attention to you before, but I didn’t realize you were so handsome,” said Aunt Liu, a middle-aged woman who didn’t feel embarrassed to stare at him. “It’s such a pity that your legs are crippled.”
He just smiled indifferently, seemingly not caring at all.
Aunt Liu looked at the bamboo basket in his hands and praised, “Your basket weaving skills are pretty good.”
Seeing that he still didn’t say anything, Aunt Liu lost interest and looked towards the storage room.
Su Qingyue took a pot out of the storage room, put together two desks, and then went back to the storage room to take out several fist-sized pots placed on the desks.
The pot was opened, and everyone saw the medicinal mud toothpaste inside.
Aunt Liu, feeling uncertain, asked, “Wife of the Xiao Family, this medicinal mud toothpaste, now that you’ve changed from an expensive recipe to cheaper herbs, does it really have no effect on the result?”
“Guaranteed to be the same. You see the texture and smell the fragrance, isn’t it the same?”
“It seems to be…” said Ding Er’s wife hesitantly, “I haven’t used toothpaste for a long time, and I can’t remember if it’s exactly the same…”
“It’s the same…” Zhang Shun’s wife also agreed.
Qingyue was holding a wooden spoon in her hand, “Old price, I used to pack the medicine with leaves. One large spoonful was three cents, which could last for half a month, or even longer if used sparingly. Two packs were a bit cheaper, only four cents. But now I don’t have any tree leaves…” she pointed at the pots on the desk, “These pots are four cents each, they are perfect for holding the medicinal mud toothpaste.”