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Given the current situation in Liu Family Village, they would sell everything they own to buy antibiotics, even if they cost 20 yuan a bottle, let alone 10 yuan a bottle.

Even if each anti-inflammatory pill costs one yuan, it's an acceptable price for Liu Family Village, and they are extremely grateful for it.

One piece costs 1 yuan, so that's 4000 yuan.

Does this Song Xiaozhu even know what 4000 yuan means?!

Song Xiaozhu knew very well.

The prices in the two worlds are actually not that different, it's just that the Garbage Mountain area is really too poor, as poor as the 1950s and 60s in her world.

Here, a few dollars are enough to barely survive, but 4000 dollars can...

Enjoy the rest of your life.

But Song Xiaozhu couldn't just "enjoy the rest of her life in peace."

The amount of money she was going to make was negligible, barely a fraction of what she was going to do.

Like I said, she can't earn that kind of money.

If she really wanted to make money, once Liu Family Village was running smoothly, she could sell various tools, food, and even armor.

The only thing not right now is anti-inflammatory pills and hemostatic powder.

Xiao Tong listened to the whole thing. His emotions were like a rollercoaster, going up and down until finally his heart was pounding and his eyes were filled with tears as he looked at Song Xiaozhu.

The eighteen or nineteen-year-old boy felt a burning fire in his chest. Looking at the young girl in front of him, he felt as if he were seeing his great-grandmother.

--So sacred, sublime, and transcendent!

"My benefactor..." he choked up, "You are the greatest benefactor of our Liu Family Village!"

Song Xiaozhu was immediately overcome with embarrassment. She took a step back and pulled Qiu Shuyu to block the view.

Bai Jing looked at the foolish Liu Family Village, then at the even more foolish Song Xiaozhu, and said irritably, "Childish!"

They cursed, but said nothing more.

Song Xiaozhu had already spoken, and Xiao Tong had heard it all.

If things change again, it will turn a good thing into a bad thing.

Although Song Xiaozhu's actions were unintentional, using 4,000 yuan to win over the hearts of an entire village was not a bad deal.

After all, those pills and hemostatic powder were indeed not a problem for Song Xiaozhu.

Bai Jing comforted herself in this way, already planning how to make amends to her and how to protect this silly and naive "young lady"!

The matter of the medicine was temporarily settled. Song Xiaozhu was quite curious. She really wanted to know what Old Madam Hu had said to Xiao Tong that made him launch such a reckless attack.

However, Xiao Tong's current state made Song Xiaozhu afraid to approach him, let alone ask him any questions.

Bai Jing glanced at her, then looked at Xiao Tong and asked, "What did Hu Yuan say to you that made you look like this?"

The moment he opened his mouth, Xiao Tong eyes had been shining brightly, went out like a candle whose flame had been extinguished. He finally looked away from Song Xiaozhu, slumped onto the bed, and once again lay there like a dead fish, barely breathing.

She said... she said...

Xiao Tong's face was pale, as if he had taken hemostatic powder again. He was in so much pain that he could barely stand, and his voice was choked with sobs. "It was Father... Father opened the isolation barrier."

Everyone present was stunned by these words.

They had a theory: what did Old Madam Hu say that angered Xiao Tong?

Bai Jing, in particular, thought that Old Madam Hu had brought up some old stories from the past, which had upset the young Xiao Tong.

Old Madam Hu and Liu Family Village had a grudge, but Bai Jing didn't know the details.

I only vaguely know about Xiao Tong's mother...

Xiao Yunjie was once Old Madam Hu's right-hand woman. When they were still in the community, Chen San could only retreat to the third position, just as his name suggests.

Old Madam Hu agreed that Xiao Yunjie would marry into Liu Family Village.

Even Xiao Tong, the village chief's son, took Xiao Yunjie's surname.

Later they broke up...

No one knows the specifics of what happened.

Old Madam Hu also completely excluded Liu Family Village from her jurisdiction.

Logically, Xiao Tong should already know these old stories, so they shouldn't be enough to upset him.

It turns out that Hu Yuan didn't mention the past; she was talking about what was happening in the present.

The isolation zone was breached, Liu Family Village was the first to be affected, with half of the village being slaughtered by the surging out Polluted Beast.

The already impoverished Liu Family Village is now facing an even greater crisis, with its survival hanging in the balance.

Even if Bai Jing healing skills and saves countless lives, the financial losses can still be enough to crush many people.

The instigator of this enormous disaster was none other than Xiao Tong's father, the previous Liu Family Village — Liu Xuangang.

How could Xiao Tong accept this?

No wonder he lost control.

Bai Jing's expression changed slightly, and she said to Xiao Tong, "Get some rest. I'll take the first batch of medicine to Liu Family Village tomorrow."

Xiao Tong looked at him. "Master Bai, what she said isn't true. She's deliberately trying to provoke me, isn't she?"

Bai Jing: "I don't know."

Xiao Tong's face was ashen.

It was getting late, Bai Jing said to Song Xiaozhu and Qiu Shuyu, "Go to Xiao Qiu's shack tonight, you two can squeeze in."

Song Xiaozhu had no objection. "Okay."

Qiu Shuyu held Xiaozhu's hand tightly, her eyes filled with worry for Xiao Tong. Although they were complete strangers, seeing him go through such a ordeal, she couldn't help but feel some empathy.

They left the Bai Jing shack and soon arrived at Qiu Shuyu's shack.

This was Song Xiaozhu's first time visiting her place. Looking at the shack, much smaller than Bai Jing's, Song Xiaozhu felt a pang of sadness. "In the future, we..."

she

Before she could finish speaking, she saw the incongruous dressing table.

The dilapidated shack, the snow-white European-style dressing table, the mirror on it long since broken, leaving only an empty wooden board, like a girl whose eyes have been gouged out.

Qiu Shuyu's face flushed red. She stepped forward, easily lifted it up, and tossed it outside the door without a care. "It... it takes up a lot of space. This way... this way it's much more spacious."

The dressing table that I once risked my life to protect now seems insignificant.