And this was only the beginning.
As Zhao Han made several trips to the countryside,
she rode a bicycle each time with a medicine case in tow, and every time she returned with a huge pile of things.
There was far more than Xu Damao brought back from screening films.
Chickens were commonplace.
Salted duck eggs, cured meat, air-dried chicken, live fish, fresh pork...
Rice, white flour...
There were also fruits, tasty treats, and toys.
The load on her bicycle soared from fifty jin to over a hundred, even two hundred jin.
There simply was not enough room for it all.
When everyone saw this,
they were all sharp enough to understand what was going on.
Rumors that Zhao Han possessed ancestral medical skills gradually spread through the courtyard.
And from the courtyard, the rumors began spreading throughout Luogu Lane.
After all, there was little entertainment in those days.
Gossip about the neighboring Siheyuans was plentiful.
Zhao San from the Siheyuan went to the countryside every few days with a medicine case on his bicycle.
Then he came back loaded down with things. Everyone understood what that meant at a glance.
If his medical skills were poor and he was nothing but a fraud, were country folk idiots? Would they give him precious food and meat that could save their lives if he could not cure them?
You had to know that these things were not easy to buy even with money and ration coupons.
You had to trade for them at the Pigeon Market.
Everyone looked on with envy.
As a result, Qin Huairu began visiting Zhao Han's home even more often.
After all, Zhao Han did not care about such trifles.
She would often let the other woman take some grain home.
She could not finish it all