Meng Yao calmly took out the waist tag given to her by Lu Luoxing and handed it to the young clerk.
"What's this?" The clerk was puzzled, "Not giving silver, but handing over this piece of scrap wood? Madam, you don't look like someone who can't afford silver."
Meng Yao was amused, "Is your shopkeeper around?"
"Our shopkeeper went to a nearby village today to see a patient." The clerk replied.
"This waist tag, let your shopkeeper see it when he returns. Here, this is silver." Meng Yao handed over the silver, fearing that if she spoke more, the clerk would become more curious.
The clerk accepted the silver, grinning widely, "Madam, here is your medicine. Take care, come back if you need anything!"
"Young man, you gather medicine quickly and accurately; you will surely be a skilled doctor in the future." Meng Yao said warmly and earnestly.
The clerk chuckled, "Madam, you really have an eye for talent."
