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Chapter 23 Selling Medicines
"How long are we going to stay here?"

While looking down at the military book, Zhao Yu asked casually.

"A year and a half, not too long."

Shen Qing shook her head slightly. With her current entry speed, it would not take too long to enter Xiantian.

The originally stable world has begun to turbulent.

Chaos also means opportunities, and the times create heroes. If there is an opportunity, it is normal to ride the wind and turn into a dragon.

How many heroes throughout the ages have made great achievements in troubled times.

When she was lying on the hospital bed, she didn't know how many times she envied those who stood on the forefront of the times, and now it might be her turn...

Thinking of this, Shen Qing's heart couldn't help but feel a little hot.

If there is enough power, and there is an opportunity to stir up the situation, she will not let it go.

If she had no other choice, finding a corner to linger on her last days was not what she wanted, it would be no different from lying on a hospital bed.

"We don't have much money left."

Zhao Yu raised his head slightly, and reminded him: "If you live like this, you won't be able to eat for a month at most."

"So fast?"

Shen Qing was pulled back to reality, her heart suddenly turned cold, and her face froze slightly.

When teaching arithmetic, Shen Qing discovered that Zhao Yu was extremely sensitive to numbers and was very smart. Since then, Shen Qing put most of the money in Zhao Yu's hands in order to save trouble.

More than 2000 taels of silver were used up in just over three months, which is astonishingly fast. Ordinary people would never earn so much money in their lifetime.

"You don't have to spend money, you don't need money for medicine, food, housing and transportation."

Counting with her fingers, Zhao Yu was helpless. She had long since discovered that Shen Qing didn't pay much attention to money, and spent what he needed, only looking at the present, and never thinking about the future when spending money.

Shen Qing was silent for a moment, his brows frowned slightly, after a moment of contemplation, he turned around and took out a few blank thin volumes from his luggage, and picked up his pen again:
"Study ink."

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It has been several days in a blink of an eye.

Under the darkness of night, the barren island became more and more lonely, and most of the lights in Jindu were also turned off, only the place of fireworks and willow lanes was still bustling.

A black shadow crouched outside the brothel, scanning the passers-by, waiting for an opportunity to move.

After a while, a group of people staggered out of the brothel and dispersed separately.

The black-robed figure moved slightly, following a young man in a brocade robe.

When the surrounding people gradually thinned out, the black-robed figure suddenly leaned forward, blocking the way of the brocade-robed man.

"This boy."

Shen Qing lowered her voice, opened her robe, and revealed several books.

Under the cover of the hood, the deep voice became even more hoarse: "Do you want martial arts cheats?"

The man's face changed slightly, he looked around furtively for a moment, and then said softly, "How do you sell it?"

Today, more than ten years after the imperial court implemented the ban on martial arts, all martial arts gyms have closed down one after another. Except for family martial arts, there are almost no martial arts secret books on the market.

It is very rare for people who are still willing to sell martial arts secret books to be treasured by themselves. Even if they have money, they can't buy them. Every martial arts secret book is very precious.

"One book only costs 300 taels of silver, buy two get one free."

Shen Qing casually took out a book and handed it to the man:

"This Green Feather Sword Art, cultivated to the highest level, can rival the masters of Acquired Consummation."

Without money, it means that the speed of practice will slow down, which is undoubtedly unacceptable to Shen Qing, and raising money has become a top priority.

However, there is room for selling martial arts cheats, and the martial arts cheats Shen Qing sells are all in the category of the postnatal realm.

This level of cultivation technique is not appreciated by congenital masters, and it will not cause disasters. In the ordinary acquired state, even if it is acquired perfection, Shen Qing can handle it.

The brocade-robed man took the Qingyu Sword Art and flipped through it briefly, then nodded repeatedly: "I want two copies, I don't have so much cash with me at the moment, how about you come here again tomorrow, and then buy and sell?"

"can."

Shen Qing nodded, and then called to stop the brocade robed man who was about to leave:
"Liu Bu, my lord, I still have a kind of magic medicine here, called Jiujiu Chunyang Powder."

Shen Qing took out a few small medicine bags from her bosom, cleared her throat, and smiled: "This medicine has the effect of strengthening bones and strengthening yang. Take it continuously for a month for conditioning, and it's no problem for the young master Ye Yu and the third daughter."

"Really?! How much silver?!"

The young man's eyes suddenly brightened, and he coughed lightly after realizing it: "I have a friend who has been overworked recently and has no ability to have sex. He just needs tonic, so I bought it as a favor."

"Not expensive, ten taels of silver for a pair."

"Give me five sets first."

The man readily took out a 50 tael bank note, and impatiently took the medicine package from Shen Qing's hand.

"I'll send it to that friend first, and if it's useful later, I'll introduce you to three or five friends."

After saying that, the man in the brocade robe left in a hurry, his already vain footsteps becoming more light and light.

Shen Qing gathered her black robe, and squatted down in front of the brothel again alone.

Zhao Yu is still young, so it's better to visit less places like brothels.

After squatting for a while, she subconsciously raised her hand and rubbed her slightly red earlobe, reducing her hearing sensitivity.

Shen Qing is now at the seventh level of the Houtian Realm, and his eyes and ears are sharper than ordinary people. In addition, the sound insulation here is really not as good as that of the Jiaofang Secretary. Even if he is downstairs, he can still hear the melodious sounds upstairs.

Regardless of past life or present life, her mind was blank about this matter, and she was inevitably at a loss for a while.

A gust of cold wind blew by, Shen Qing looked up at the brothel with hanging lanterns and colorful decorations, felt a little helpless as he touched the stacks of Jiujiu Chunyang powder in his arms.

First she joined the Jiaofang Division, and now she is squatting at the door of this brothel selling aphrodisiac medicine. Maybe she has some indissoluble bond with this kind of place.

In the blink of an eye and overnight, only six copies of Shen Qing's martial arts secret books were sold, but all the fifty copies of Jiujiu Chunyang San that he was carrying were sold, and there were more than one hundred copies in order.

The cost of her medicine was only 20 taels of silver, but her income was a full 500 taels of snow pattern silver, a net profit of [-] taels.

This kind of huge profit completely calmed Shen Qing's loneliness from a night of cold wind, and he returned in good spirits.

It was dawn, and not long after Shen Qing left, a group of people walked by on the long street in front of the brothel, there were seven or eight people, old and young.

"and many more!"

When walking through a dark alley, there suddenly sounded a light shout of surprise from among the team.

A short-haired man walking behind the team sniffed suddenly, leaned on the ground, and sniffed lightly.

His complexion is bronze, and his figure is extremely vigorous. In late autumn, he still wears bunts. On his arms, his muscles are high and bulging, and his muscles and bones are as strong as a leopard.

"What's wrong?"

"The people from the God Detective Division have come after them?"

Seeing him like this, everyone in the group looked tense and solemn.

The short-haired man didn't reply. He sniffed it carefully for a while, and his eyes became brighter and brighter:

"It's not wrong, it's the smell of the second lady!"

(End of this chapter)