"Doctor Qiu, I wrote this by myself. Acupuncture therapy for some common diseases is introduced on it!" Han Yingxue said.

   Zhao Qishan stood aside, he said. Why does Xue Er lie on the table every night to draw and write these days, it turns out that this is what she was painting.

  Something that others would never see, but Doctor Chou regarded it as a treasure. Because he knows the value that exists here.

   "Miss Xueer, thank you!" Doctor Qiu thanked.

"you are welcome!"

   After taking acupuncture and moxibustion, Han Yingxue went around the market and bought some pork and liver.

   Mrs. Zhao is in poor health, so she needs to replenish her blood.

  Pork is made for those working men to eat, and they also have to try it at home.

  The pork in the afternoon market is cheaper, and many grocery shoppers have basically gone back. There are only a few sporadic shops selling groceries with trolleys.

  Han Yingxue found that an old man dragged a cart of grapes to sell, and now there are still half carts left.

   These ancient people didn’t buy much fruit to eat, so they could grow some at home.

   Looking at the attractive purple grapes, Han Yingxue couldn't help but walk over and asked, "Abo, how do you sell these grapes?"

  After noon, the grapes were difficult to sell. After finally waiting for a guest, Abo smiled and said: "Two cents per pound, if you really want to buy it, I will give you one cent per pound, will it work?"

  The grapes look very fresh, they should have just been picked today.

   "Abo, are these grapes sweet?"

   "Try it yourself, you'll know!" Abo said, picked one and handed it to Han Yingxue.

   "So sweet!"

  I don’t know how the ancient grapes were grown, and they are so sweet.

   "Abo, why are there so many grapes in your house?" Han Yingxue said.

"In the back mountain area of ​​my house, I have nothing to do and plant it. In this season, the grapes are ripe. Bunch by bunch. I can't eat them. I'm too lazy to read the grape book. I'm fine, so I'll come to town. Selling. But there are not many people who buy grapes." Arbor sighed. "I won't be here in two days!"

  Han Yingxue felt a pity in her heart.

   "Abo, the grapes from your house. How many more?"

   "Haha, there are many, many more. Little girl, why do you ask that."

  Han Yingxue thought to himself, instead of letting these grapes go to waste, it is better to make good use of them.

  Grapes cannot be eaten, but they can be used to make wine. It is estimated that in this era, she has not yet mastered the method of brewing wine, and she has not seen wine even in Kyoto.

   "Abo, I bought all of your grapes today. So, tomorrow, can you wait for me here at this hour and send me a cart of grapes?" Han Yingxue asked.

  Abo was a little curious. "Girl, what do you want so many grapes for? Where do you eat them?"

  Han Yingxue smiled, "Don't worry about what I do, I'm useful anyway. However, I may have to buy a lot. Look at the price..."

  Abo said with a smile. Originally, the grapes could not be eaten or sold. If someone was willing to buy them, it would be better.

  This price is easy to say, you can earn a little by selling a little.

   "My scooter weighs about 200 jin. Can I charge you 80 cents?" Arbor discussed with Han Yingxue.

   200 jin, 80 wen, is already very cheap. Han Yingxue agreed.

  The grapes I bought today are 30 catties. Han Yingxue is not afraid of not being able to eat it, anyway, it can be made into wine.