Zhang Xiaoshan blocked the shopkeeper's way, and the tall, thin man appeared extremely impatient.
"Kid, get out of the way."
Zhang Xiaoshan responded confrontationally.
"The sign hanging at the entrance of your store clearly states the business hours are from nine in the morning to six in the evening. It's only just after three now. These villagers have walked tens of kilometers to get here, what gives you the right to close early?"
"Moreover, that young girl's family is waiting for medicine to save a life, yet you're blinded by greed, spewing nastiness. Do you even deserve to be an apothecary's shopkeeper?"
The tall shopkeeper replied disdainfully.
"I am the shopkeeper of Hundred Herbs Hall, and I set the rules here. I decide when we close, and it's none of your business. A bunch of country bumpkins, go back to where you came from and stop bothering me here."
