The pharmacy shops and clinics in the city are closed, and they are unwilling to do business in the martial arts world who are injured in a fight.

Mo Li thought about the types and numbers of medicinal materials in her carry-on bag. She found that the several medicines that needed to be supplemented were not scarce in the south, so she put down her hand that was about to knock on the door and prepared to go to the next town and find a pharmacy to buy.

As soon as he turned around, he found that Meng Qi was gone.

He walked a few steps towards the way he came in confusion, and then saw Meng Qi in a cloth shop on the street.

Mo Li thought about it and found that the weather was getting hotter and he should really buy another set of clothes.

——Even if you don’t sweat, you will wear the same clothes every day and run around the road, which is a bit too sloppy.

When Mo Li entered the door, she happened to see Meng Qi lit a piece of fine cloth, which was embroidered with leaves on the background of bamboo green, and looked very simple.

Only scholars with fame, noble children, and elderly people over 70 years old can wear silk and satin, so there are more types of fine cloth in small towns, and some fine cloths are even higher than silk. When Meng Qi came, he asked for the most expensive cloth in the shop, and the shopkeeper was happy.

"Your master, look at this one, the price is even cheaper. Look at how smooth and fine the material is, and the texture... Alas, although it is not Songjiang Bu, it is not much different."

Mo Li didn’t know about fabrics at first. Zhushan County is a small place after all, but it was different if you went to Taijing once.

Even if you don’t understand the tricks in weaving materials, you can tell whether it is roughly good or bad.

For example, the piece of fine cloth that the shopkeeper tried hard to sell was the most positive blue color of the moon during the day, which was lighter than the average moon white, but the problem lies in this color.

The fine cloth that is comparable to Weitangya is very thin and has such a light color, which is very easy to get dirty.

If you want to make underwear or underwear, the price of this cloth is higher. In small towns, it is difficult to sell this cloth because of the lack of art-like literati and poets. Most people love fabrics with complex embroidery and complex faces. Except for those who are filial at home, others do not look at this plain material at all.

"What's the price?" Mo Li started to touch it.

The color of this cloth reminded him of the moonlight that looked up from the bottom of the pond and penetrated into the water. It was the light blue of the water waves flowing after the night was illuminated.

The shopkeeper looked at the appearance of the two and quoted a price of four taels of silver.

"Songjiang cloth costs six cents and silver each, and ships it to Taijing for one tael. Is the shopkeeper's price high?" Meng Qi skillfully bargained.

"Look at what you said, you can't buy Songjiang cloth now! Things that come from the south can only be obtained with a way. Songjiang cloth is good and cheap, but other cloths are not." The shopkeeper looked around and saw that there was no one outside and smiled awkwardly, "The old man is asking for a lot of prices, and the price of new cloth cannot be reduced."

The newly weaved cloth is like new grain, and it is the most expensive.

The cloth will fade, and the rice will become moldy and will not be released.

"Okay, get two more, the price..."

Meng Qi still had to continue bargaining, Mo Li had already interrupted, "No, there are only one of these two colors."

A piece of cloth can make a set of clothes, and there is no share of a second person.

Meng Qi asked unwillingly: "Is it not good for the doctor to wear the same clothes as me?"

"Will get the wrong one."

Mo Li exposed someone's secret idea.

The outer shirt is relatively wide, and as long as the appearance is not much different, it can basically be worn, and there are few that are not suitable.

Meng Qi pretended not to understand and asked the shopkeeper seriously how many days would it take to make ready-made clothes in the shop.

"This... it's really a coincidence. There was a tailor and an embroiderer, but they all went home to visit relatives and couldn't come back in less than three or five days." The shopkeeper laughed, very worried that Meng and Qi would not buy cloth because of this, and quickly added, "This street is the tailor Li's house. His work is done quickly and well, and the price is fair. You don't have to worry, and keeping will not delay your business."

Meng Qi took the opportunity to chase the shopkeeper and waived three hundred cents, and then, as Dr. Mo said, he bought it one by one by one according to the style.

He pulled the fabric apart, put it on his shoulders, and went out with ease.

Mo Li: "…"

People who buy fabrics basically don’t carry the cloth away because there are carriages and ox carts to carry them. The poor people use cloth as money to go to the market, but there are some people wrapped around them. People like Meng Qi who “scramble” the fine cloth, which the shopkeeper has never seen before.

"Doctor?" Meng Qi turned around and called out with a calm expression.

Mo Li thought that in the national teacher's mind, fabrics less than ten taels of silver could fly with the wind.

"Is it easy to get a doctor's job? Why not..."

"Don't!"

Mo Li quickly stopped him. He suspected that if he was a step slower, Meng Qi might have to wear two pieces of cloth to swing across the market at the same time.

A piece of cloth said it was big or small.

You can hold it or carry it.

The problem is that Mo Li already has a luggage on her back. If she carries another cloth, she must adjust the position of the luggage to avoid pressing the medicinal materials inside.

Seeing that Meng Qi didn't care about other people's eyes at all, he just kept shopping in a wrap, Mo Li was speechless for a moment.

The famous scholars of the Wei and Jin dynasties were unrestrained, with some people with disheveled hair and barefoots and open arms. Compared to the clothes that were not neat and were not wearing shoes, what was the point of wearing a piece of cloth?

The mo li looked down at the cloth.

"Doctor, come quickly, and you have to find a tailor to make clothes!"

Meng Qi urged him there, and finally Mo Li folded the cloth three times and hung it between her arms and hugged it.

With this, I felt that the fabric was soft and smooth.

If the journey was not long, Mo Li would have wanted to buy a few more horses and make a set of clothes for Mr. Qin and Tang Xiaotang.

——Zhushan County is good in everything, but the property management committee is too poor.

Mo Li walked behind, watching the pedestrians on the road turn their heads in surprise, chasing Meng Qi until they hit the wall or stall.

"Brother Meng, why bother?" Mo Li said helplessly.

"If it weren't for the fact that there was no cotton or gold weaving material in the shop, and the doctor wouldn't like it, it would be a waste of money to buy it, otherwise it would be better to wear it."

Meng Qi tsk and made a gesture to brush his sleeves. The fabric naturally swelled with his movements.

"As the sun shines, it shines brightly." Meng Qi narrowed his eyes slightly, imagining how brilliant the black li was wearing such a dress.

Touching the wallet again, I felt a little sneered.

Poor, poor people are short-sighted.

The dragon vein is a mountain, and it is not good if the mountains and rivers are over. How can you raise fish when the water is over? You can't afford it!

"Since the Four Gangs and Twelve Meetings, Jinyiwei, and Fengxing Pavilion have already known our identities, we will not hide it. We simply use these people's mouths to scare out the ghosts and monsters that may be hidden in the small town."

The moli can be connected at a glance, which refers to the Piaoping Pavilion, the Holy Lotus Altar, the people and hidden secrets behind them.

The former national teacher was really a very useful identity.

Mo Li couldn't help laughing.

After Meng Qi finished speaking, he picked up a wooden hairpin from the roadside stall.

The hairpin is polished very smoothly, and there is no wooden thorn. The patterns are the simplest, but the naturally generated patterns on the wood are very interesting. If you insist on saying it, it is like a small fish that a child graffitied.

Meng Qi was happy and didn't even ask about the price, so he gave the stall owner fifty copper coins.

Seeing that he was dressed strangely, the stall owner didn't dare to say hello, but when he saw that he was generous in giving the money, he immediately thanked him repeatedly, and grabbed a rattle and pushed him over.

"It's not worth it to take the guest to coax the baby home."

“…”

It is difficult for the little dragon vein to transform, so what kind of rattle is needed?

Meng Qi was about to refuse, but one hand behind him took the rattle off.

"Thank you, my father-in-law."

Mo Li saw that the toy was very childlike. The drum handle was not painted, and the projectiles hanging on both sides were made into small fists. The drum face was a big belly Maitreya Buddha. The rattle swayed, like hitting his belly with his fists. In conjunction with the smile of Maitreya Buddha, it made people laugh.

Even if you think that craftsmen are disrespectful to Gods and Buddhas, you will not be able to speak when you think that Maitreya Buddha can tolerate his big belly.

I happened to take it back to Xiaotang.

Meng Qi was full of doubts and wanted to ask Mo Li who was going to give this thing. Suddenly, Mo Li asked the stall owner if he could do rattle according to the picture.

"... It won't take long, this job is simple." The stall owner responded.

Mo Li bought paper and pen from the shop next to her, and prevented Meng Qi from looking at it. She drew a few strokes and handed them to the stall owner who sold wooden gadgets.

"Sure, I'll draw it in half an hour to keep it."

The stall owner happily accepted the broken silver and felt that he had really hit the God of Wealth.

Meng Qi wanted to see again, but Mo Li had already pulled the person away.

"I have to make clothes!" Mo Li reminded.

As a result, when they walked to the end of the street, Tailor Li was not there. The two apprentices saw the fine cloth and shook their minds and dared not take on the business.

These two pieces of muslins are nothing in Taijing, but they are already a top-notch fabric in a small town. If they are broken or are not suitable for the guests, they cannot afford it.

If Meng Qi just makes his own clothes, he doesn't care, but isn't there any other Mo Li?

When I was in Yongzhou, Mo Li bought him a ready-to-wear clothes, which were suitable and comfortable. Meng Qi didn't want to make the case if he got into his hands.

I inquired about a tailor shop again, and Meng Qi walked over slowly, looking at this and that one along the way, and every shop went in.

Although I didn't buy much, it attracted everyone's attention. Later, let alone Fengxing Pavilion, even Mr. Cai, who was preparing to leave the city, heard the news.

Mr. Cai had a dark face and ordered his brothers not to delay and leave quickly.
To be continued...