Chapter 6: Fighting for Medicinal Materials

Su Chen came to Wubaotang familiarly because of his past life experience. He walked straight to one of the counters and asked, "Do you have ice and snow cicada?"

"Ice and snow cicada? What is that?" The guy behind the counter was stunned. He has worked in Wubaotang for five or six years, but he has never heard of a medicinal material called ice and snow cicada.

Su Chen was not surprised that the other party had never heard of ice and snow cicada. After all, it is impossible for something like ice and snow cicada to appear on the market easily, and he did not expect to find it on the market.

At that moment, Su Chen changed a medicinal material and said, "Then I want a hundred-year-old Zhiyang grass."

Hundred-year-old Zhiyang grass is a pure Yang medicinal material. Although it is not as rare as ice and snow cicada, it is also very rare. Even a big store like Wubaotang only has one or two plants at most.

Su Chen wanted to buy a hundred-year-old Zhiyang grass to help his aunt recuperate.

Because he knew that his aunt had been seriously injured in her early years, and then she was exhausted when she gave birth to Jiang Tingyi, causing the old injury to recur every once in a while.

Every time it relapsed, his aunt would be in great pain.

He had invited many alchemists to see him at home, but none of them worked.

It was not until Su Chen arrived at the Danyu that he knew that his aunt's injury was actually a cold poison, which could only be removed by using the most yang medicine.

So in this life, Su Chen did not want to delay for a day. The sooner he removed the cold poison from his aunt's body, the sooner she could get rid of the pain.

"Customer, the hundred-year-old Zhiyang grass is a rare medicinal material. There is only one plant in our store at present. It is very precious. The price..." The waiter said, while glancing at Su Chen's very ordinary clothes.

Obviously, Su Chen had just asked about something that most people had never heard of, such as ice and snow cicadas, which made the waiter wonder if he was here to make trouble. Moreover, there are countless young people like Su Chen who are dressed in ordinary clothes on the street every day. They don’t seem to be able to afford the Hundred-Year Sun Grass.

Su Chen was too lazy to talk nonsense. He took out a silver note of 1,000 taels and interrupted the waiter: "I want that Hundred-Year Sun Grass."

The waiter saw the money card and his eyes shrank.

To be able to easily take out a silver note of 1,000 taels, he should be at least a person of the level of the children of the three major families.

The waiter immediately changed his previous attitude and said enthusiastically: "Then please wait for a moment, young master, I will go and get the Hundred-Year Sun Grass immediately."

After the waiter left, two people suddenly walked in from the door of Wubao Hall.

One of them was a girl with bright eyes and white teeth and a graceful demeanor, and the other was an old man wearing a purple double-breasted long gown and short white hair.

The old man had a thick bandage on one arm, and there was a little blood on the bandage, and his face looked a little pale.

"Do you have Hundred-year-old Sun Grass? Give us one." The girl shouted coldly before she even walked to the counter.

"Hey! Here I come." A Wubaotang steward appeared from nowhere, looking at the old man and the girl with a flattering look on his face.

As soon as the old man and the girl entered Wubaotang, the steward noticed them. From their clothes and temperament, it can be seen that these two people are not ordinary people.

The strange thing is that these two people are unfamiliar. They don't look like people from Qinghe City. Maybe they are big shots from other places.

"Two distinguished guests want Hundred-year-old Sun Grass? Go find it immediately!" The steward ordered his men.

Just at this time, the man who received Su Chen before came out with a wooden box in his hand, which contained a Hundred-year-old Sun Grass.

When the steward saw it, he immediately showed joy on his face and walked over and said, "Give me the Hundred-year-old Sun Grass!"

"But this Hundred-year-old Sun Grass is what that young master wants..." The man stuttered.

The steward grabbed the Hundred-Year Sun Grass without saying anything, and scolded: "You are so ignorant. Don't you see that this old senior and young lady are in urgent need of the Hundred-Year Sun Grass? We, the alchemy hall, should think about what the customers think and meet their needs. Do you understand?"

The steward smiled and handed the Hundred-Year Sun Grass to the old man and the girl: "The Hundred-Year Sun Grass you two want."

It was obviously a matter of flattering the powerful and trampling the weak, but the steward made it sound particularly fresh and refined.

The girl hesitated for a moment, frowned and planned to take the Hundred-Year Sun Grass from the steward.

At this time, a faint cold shout suddenly sounded: "Wait!"

At the same time, a palm stretched out from thin air and grabbed the steward's hand.

"Steward, shouldn't selling things be based on first come first served? The Hundred-Year Sun Grass, I wanted it first." Su Chen said coldly.

The manager looked at Su Chen's clothes with disdain, and laughed: "Sorry, sir, we only have one Hundred-year-old Sun Grass in our store. Please show some style and give it to me?"

On one side is an old man and a young girl with luxurious clothes and elegant temperament, and on the other side is an ordinary boy with ordinary clothes. Even a fool would know who to sell the Hundred-year-old Sun Grass to!

Su Chen said calmly: "What if I don't give it to you?"

At this time, the girl on the side frowned slightly and said: "Sir, we are really in urgent need of the Hundred-Year Sun Grass. If you are willing to give us this Hundred-Year Sun Grass, we are willing to give you generous compensation and will never let you suffer a loss."

"Sorry, no." Su Chen still refused.

The girl frowned even deeper, but still said patiently: "Think about it again. We buy the Hundred-Year Sun Grass to save people. As for compensation, I can give you one thousand and two silver notes."

"Save people?"

Su Chen looked up at the old man and the girl, and said calmly, "Save who?"

The girl took a deep breath, pointed to the bandage wrapped around the old man's arm, and said patiently: "My grandfather was bitten by the ice-scaled python in the mountains and urgently needs this Hundred-Year Sun Grass to treat his injuries. You give us the Hundred-Year Sun Grass, which is both a good deed and a benefit. Why not do it?"

At this time, because the two sides were arguing too loudly, other guests in the store also gathered around and pointed.

"Young man, please give way. After all, they are life-saving herbs."

"Yes, and you are not asked to give way for nothing. There is compensation."

"This young man is really ignorant. He can save people by giving up the herbs, but he refuses repeatedly."

Everyone was talking, generally accusing Su Chen of occupying the herbs.

Su Chen raised his eyelids, looked at the girl, and said lightly: "Who told you that your grandfather's injury needs to be treated with 100-year-old Zhiyang grass?"

The girl was stunned: "Isn't it?"

Su Chen was too lazy to talk nonsense, and said directly: "I tell you, it is a big mistake to use 100-year-old Zhiyang grass to treat your grandfather's injury. It will only make the injury worse!"

"How is it possible?" The girl frowned slightly, obviously not believing Su Chen's words.

The Wubaotang manager also looked like he had heard a big joke, shaking his head and sneering: "Nonsense!"

Su Chen didn't even look at it, and said leisurely: "Where did the buzzing fly come from? It's so noisy. The guests are talking, why should a servant interrupt?"

"You..." The Wubaotang manager's face suddenly turned red. Strictly speaking, he was just a servant of the Wubaotang.

"Who is talking nonsense in my Wubaotang?"

Just then, a voice suddenly came from the back hall.