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And so, after leaving the tavern, Song Chongjin felt the money he had just earned in his pocket and made his way to the town's medicinal shop, familiar as the back of his hand, where he picked up several prescriptions.
Now he had only a dozen or so large coins left.
There was no helping it, his mother, Lady Song, was frail, and it was said her health had been particularly poor when she gave birth to him. For many years, she had only clung to life with the help of medicine.
Of all the medicines, it was the ginseng that was the most expensive, and high-quality ginseng simply couldn't be found in the small town of Shiqiao. It was already fortunate if they could gather a few strands of ginseng roots that were several years old.
This alone had drained the family's resources.
