Feng Gu looked at Nan Feng and eventually could not resist touching Nan Feng's forehead, and then her own, before saying to herself, "No fever, so why is your face so red?"
It was then that Nan Feng realized she had lost her composure and resumed her boss-like demeanor: "Feng Gu, help me carry out the face masks."
"Alright, I am on it."
...
Spikenard Square had earned a fair amount of reputation in the county, and the sales were consistently good. Nan Feng was considering whether she should open a branch.
But the thought of hiring staff, daily supervision duties, along with finding the right location for the shop, she deemed it not worthwhile.
She estimated her remaining silver, after deducting the money she donated and the cost of the quilts, she had one hundred taels left, which was just enough to purchase Chinese medicine. After considering the options, she came up with an idea: soliciting distributors.
