The first daughter is poisonous: Miss waste material is not easy to mess with

Chapter 318 Competitor ([-])

"What are you going to do?"

"Since they have already made them think that we sent people out to buy those cheap medicinal materials to deceive others, then we will naturally play the show to the end. Uncle, don't worry, I won't mess around."

"Okay, I'll listen to you." Yunge believed in Beitang Qingyi, and didn't ask so many questions. He knew that as long as he listened to Beitang Qingyi, the matter could be resolved very well.

Beitang Qingyi is very glad that Yunge told her about the Zhen family. This Zhen family is indeed insidious and cunning. If Yunge hadn't told her, she would not have noticed their existence at all, and they must have been eyeing her long ago. .

Beitang Qingyi felt chills down her spine, the feeling of being peeped in the dark was really uncomfortable.

After calling Hu Lingling, Beitang Qingyi began to look for medicinal herbs shops of all sizes in the capital.

"Qingyi, why do I feel that someone is following us?" Hu Lingling looked around, with a look of vigilance and a little anger. What kind of messy people are following them. If she knows who it is, they must not make them look good!

"I know, don't pay attention to them." Beitang Qingyi has also noticed those sneaky figures.

They were a few middle-aged men with short stature and wretched appearance. If she saw them normally, Beitang Qingyi might only think that they were hooligans who coveted her and Hu Lingling's appearance.

But now, Beitang Qingyi believed even more that they were sent by the Zhen family.

She felt fortunate again, if Yunge hadn't told her about the Zhen family before, wouldn't she be completely kept in the dark now?
"Who are they?"

"People of the Zhen family, don't look at it, just pretend that you don't know anything."

"Zhen...is that the Zhen family that Elder Yun mentioned?" Hearing what Beitang Qingyi said, Hu Lingling no longer went to see them, but she was still a little surprised that the Zhen family really had their eyes on them.

"It's them, it's okay, just ignore it, let's go here." Beitang Qingyi stopped in front of a medicinal material store called Herborist, and walked in with Hu Lingling.

"You two, what do you need?" Beitang Qingyi and Hu Lingling just walked in, and immediately a little bearded man greeted him warmly

It seems that the business of this store is not very good, so it is so warm to every customer.

Beitang Qingyi took a look at the furnishings in the store, and found that the taste was not bad, and from the classification on the medicinal material cabinet, it could be seen that it was quite professional. Such a store could not be established, and the only possible reason was that there was too much competition. Thinking back Yunge said If so, it is likely to be related to the Zhen family.

"Give me two taels of each of these." Beitang Qingyi handed over a list, on which there were only three kinds of medicinal materials written. Although they were few, they were three extremely valuable medicinal materials.

When Xiao Huzi saw the medicines on the list given by Beitang Qingyi, his eyes widened. These precious Chinese herbal medicines are only a few catties in their entire Herborist. Even if they sell for a penny, they can have a better one. The income is paid, not to mention that the lady has bought a total of six taels now.

"Miss, wait, I'll call the shopkeeper to catch it for you." Mustache happily ran to the inner hall, and after a while, a young man who looked very excited opened the curtain and came out. The moment he saw Beitang Qingyi, he put on a surprised expression.

"Ah...you are the one from Yunwu Mountain..." The shopkeeper was shocked when he saw Beitang Qingyi.

Beitang Qingyi was also surprised to see him, the world is so small.

"Coincidentally, it turns out that you are the shopkeeper of this store." This person is none other than the one who sold the mosquito repellent water to Beitang Qingyi in the Yunwu Mountains, and told Beitang Qingyi a lot about the hunting conference. The little gourd of things.

(End of this chapter)