"Don't move." Qin Zhao held Jing Li's body with two fingers, "You are still injured."

Jing Li had long forgotten that he was still injured.

The water flow will reduce the pain of the injury, and the area where the scales were removed is on the flank, so no matter whether the fish's fins or tail are swinging, it will not touch it, and no pain will be felt.

Seeing the stupid look of the little fish in his hand, Qin Zhao knew that he had forgotten that he was still injured.

He lowered his eyes and gently rubbed the injured area with his fingertips. Where the bright red scales were originally attached, a few fish scales now fell off, revealing a soft pink texture.

It hurts, it hurts——!

The tip of Jing Li's tail trembled in pain, and her body couldn't help but twist at Qin Zhao's fingertips.

There was no systematic fish farming in this era, and most of the fish farming was based on fishing. No one would treat the fish's injuries, especially in the remote mountain village where they lived.

Even if I want to treat it, there is no cure.

Fortunately, fish have a strong ability to heal themselves. The cut on the little koi was not deep and there was no bleeding. It will be fine when the scales grow back.

Qin Zhao checked the little koi's injuries and put him back into the water.

Jing Li twisted his tail and hid at the bottom of the barrel.

Why does this man always bully fish!

"Ignore you?" Qin Zhao rapped his knuckles on the edge of the barrel and said slowly, "Do you know why I didn't let you go? I'm very stingy. I spent fifteen cents to buy you back today. You

If you don't pay me back the money, I won't let you go."

"Xiao Yu'er, you'd better think about it, how can you compensate me?"

Jingli quietly floated up.

Qin Zhao had saved his life, so he naturally wanted to repay his kindness. But now he was just a fish, and he couldn't turn into a human being. He couldn't even go out to make money.

How to pay back...

In the past few days since time travel, Jing Li has tried to change into a human being, but he has never succeeded.

It seems that apart from having a human soul and memory, he is no different from ordinary little fish found everywhere in this world.

Jing Li felt very desperate.

The little koi was worried in the water. Qin Zhao poked his head again: "Actually, I have an idea."

Jing Li raised his head.

What's the idea?

The man looked upright and serious, and said unhurriedly: "Why don't you repay me by giving birth to some small fish after I raise you? You...should be a female fish."

As he spoke, his fingers pointedly explored Jingli's lower abdomen.

!!!

Where did this person touch!!!

And since he is a boy, he will not give birth to small fish!

Jing Li was so angry and annoyed that he bit the opponent's finger.

But the little koi has only one row of small teeth in its mouth, and its bite is neither painful nor itchy, and has no deterrent effect at all.

Qin Zhao burst out laughing.

Jing Li: "..."

You actually teased him again. How boring is this guy?

Qin Zhao wanted to tease him again, but at this moment, someone knocked on the door.

"Collect the medicine, is anyone home?"

Qin Zhao suppressed his smile and turned to open the door.

A teenage boy stood in front of the door with a basket on his back. He raised his hands to Qin Zhao and said, "Mr. Qin, my master asked me to come and collect the medicine."

This young man's name is Awen, and he is an apprentice of the only mountain doctor in the nearby village. He regularly collects medicine from several nearby villages every half month.

These villages rely on mountains to feed themselves on the mountains, which are rich in medicinal herbs. When there is no farm work, villagers often go to the mountains to collect herbs.

In fact, if you have the conditions, like Lin Laoer, you can use an ox cart to sell it in the town for a higher price. However, the medicine shops in the town use a large amount of medicine and have extremely high requirements for the quality of the medicine. They rarely charge farmers for unprocessed bulk medicine.

medicine.

Therefore, farmers would rather sell to village doctors. The price is too low, and at least they can save transportation and processing costs.

Qin Zhao returned to his gentle and kind appearance in front of others. He took out several bundles of medicinal materials that had been sorted into categories from the back room and gave them to the young man.

The young man counted them carefully and said with a smile: "The medicinal materials produced by Mr. Qin's family are of good quality. We want all these medicines."

He handed a bunch of copper plates to Qin Zhao. Qin Zhao nodded and asked, "Why are there fifteen more coins?"

"It's not much. Master said that Mr. Qin's medicinal materials are of good quality. He told him before departure that starting from today, the price of Mr. Qin's medicinal materials will be increased by 10%."

It's so good, why did the price suddenly increase?

Qin Zhao's eyes moved slightly, feeling vaguely strange.

However, this is how small business is among villagers. Giving a few cents of profits to farmers who cooperate well can be regarded as mutual benefit.

Qin Zhao said nothing more and nodded: "Thank you."

The young man put the herbs into his backpack and said, "By the way, Master also said that these days are suitable for picking herbs. If Mr. Qin can produce more, the price can be raised."

Qin Zhao nodded in agreement and sent the person out.

Jing Li lay beside the barrel and looked out.

One copper plate is one penny, and one hundred copper plates are strung together, plus some scattered ones. There are a total of one hundred and sixty-five penny coins on the table.

Jing Li could see clearly just now that Qin Zhao took out three or four kinds of herbs in total. Each bundle was estimated to be about ten, which was not a lot.

It seems that even if they can't work in the fields, sick rice farmers still have ways to make a living.

No wonder I can afford the medicine.

After sending the medicine boy away, Qin Zhao watched the medicine frying by the stove fire for a while, then went into the back room.

On the stove, the firewood was crackling and burning, and the aroma of medicine was strong in the house.

Jing Li swam around in the bucket and felt a little bored.

He is just a fish now, unable to move very far. If Qin Zhao doesn't come to play with him, he doesn't know what to do.

What is Qin Zhao doing...

Jing Li waited for a long time but did not see Qin Zhao come out. Finally, he couldn't help feeling sleepy and fell asleep in the water.

Until there was a faint smell of paste in the air.

The fire on the stove was still burning brightly, and the lid of the medicine jar was billowing with water vapor, and there was a circle of overflowing medicine on the edge.

Jing Li woke up instantly.

If it continues to burn like this, the medicine jar will be burned dry.

What on earth did Qin Zhao do?

Jing Li swam around in a hurry, flapping the water with his tail, trying to make splashes for Qin Zhao to hear. But the curtains in the bedroom were still closed quietly, and there was no sound from anyone.

Suddenly, the other person's pale face flashed through Jing Li's mind, and his movements stopped.

Qin Zhao is not in good health. He walked a lot when he came back from town today, and there was a cold wind in the mountains.

Could he...

The more Jing Li thought about it, the more worried he became. His heart skipped a beat, and he flicked his tail hard and jumped out of the barrel.

Perhaps because he was once a human, Jing Li's athletic ability was much better than that of ordinary small fish. If not, he would not have survived the fishmonger's knife.

He jumped off the desk and jumped towards the bedroom, leaving water marks along the way.

The bedroom is very narrow, with a wooden bed leaning against the wall, and a desk and low stool beside the window sill.

There is nothing else besides that.

The light in the room was dim, Qin Zhao was lying on the wooden bed, his eyebrows were wrinkled unconsciously, the original blood color on his lips had faded, but his cheeks were a little red.

Sure enough, he was sick.

Jing Li jumped a little closer. The injury to one side of his waist and abdomen limited his mobility. It took him a lot of effort to jump onto the pillow.

Qin Zhao looked more beautiful when he was asleep than when he was awake.

The lines of his facial features became more profound and three-dimensional in the dim light in the room. The corners of his slender eyes were slightly red due to fever, and there was a small, light-colored cinnabar mole at the end of his eye.

Jing Li looked a little lost.

He couldn't imagine why such a person would be ostracized.

Qin Zhao has a gentle and kind personality, but he is not as pedantic and boring as ancient scholars. Such a good person, if it were not for his poor health, I really don't know how many men and women can win the hearts.

You must bully him because he has a good temper.
To be continued...