Chapter 657
Ye Tong’s words finally calmed down Yang Fan’s somewhat apprehensive little heart.
It seems like there really isn’t much of an issue.
In this regard, Ye Tong appeared much more magnanimous than Yang Fan had anticipated.
Zhang Yulan was quite composed, chatting eagerly with a customer when Yang Fan and Ye Tong finished their conversation and came out.
"Fanzi, come here, quick." Seeing Yang Fan come out, Zhang Yulan immediately waved and said, "This uncle wants to buy some... Uncle, what was it that you wanted to buy? I really can’t remember the name of the herb; I forgot it as soon as I heard it."
He seemed to be a vendor around forty years old, wearing a set of work clothes, with a small pouch tied around his waist. Most small stall vendors dress like this for the convenience of carrying loose change in the pouch.
This is less common in cities, but quite usual in rural areas.
Many older people don’t use QR code payments, so they usually carry cash in their pockets.
"Bupleurum and Mugwort," the uncle said to Yang Fan. "I figured your place might have genuine Mugwort, so I came to give it a try. If it’s convenient for you, sell me some; I don’t need a small amount either."
"We don’t have Bupleurum, but we do have Mugwort, and I can sell it in small quantities," Yang Fan replied.
Ever since Bai Cao Pavilion opened, people have been coming to look for herbs not just like this uncle, but quite frequently. There are many who recognize herbs, or who often use one or two particular herbs; they know what the herbs look like, and they remember their scent. If the medicine doesn’t look right in the pharmacy, they eventually find their way to places like Yang’s that collect herbs.