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Fu Yixian: "Where are you taking Hua Yu? He is from my Yan family."

Fu Yixian ignored the warning and pushed his wheelchair closer to the Ming family.

Mingtian: "Bullshit, this is the person my sister bought, this is my sister's person, how can she become your Yan family's person? We took Huayu away and made room for you, you should thank us."

Fu Yixian didn't listen to her twisted logic, and said with cold eyes: "Put down Hua Yu."

Mingtian sneered, walked forward, overturned Fu Yixian's wheelchair, and kicked Fu Yixian in the stomach several times.

Fu Yixian groaned in pain.

But Ming Tian had no sympathy for the girl. She said, "Boy, don't be arrogant. No one can stop me from doing what I'm going to do tomorrow."

Fu Yixian's face turned pale with pain. He looked at Hua Yu who was knocked unconscious by Ming's mother, feeling anxious but helpless.

Mingyue had made him angry twice today, and he spent half a day washing clothes with Huayu, and he completely forgot to bring the dagger with him.

He had just come out in a hurry and he didn't expect something like this to happen, otherwise he wouldn't be so rampant tomorrow.

Fu Yixian: "Mingyue will not let you go."

"Don't mention Mingyue to me. She is my third sister. Even if she is angry, what can she do to me? I am the hope of the Ming family. Humph, if I am not busy now, I really want to have a good taste of you, the son of a wealthy family."

Fu Yixian was humiliated, and without thinking, he raised his hand and slapped Mingtian.

Mingtian was hit directly and immediately became angry. He pushed Fu Yixian away with force. Fu Yixian's already thin body leaned back and hit the gravel on the ground behind him, and fainted.

Tomorrow he was still not satisfied and started beating and kicking Fu Yixian.

When Ming's mother saw that her daughter had been beating him for long enough, she shouted, "Tian'er, hurry up and leave before you beat him to death."

Tomorrow he stopped, spitting out a mouthful of saliva, panting heavily, "Mother, let's go and sell this little bitch, and next time we can sell this one on the ground."

The mother and daughter of the Ming family put the unconscious Hua Yu into a sack and walked away, leaving Fu Yixian lying in the yard, not knowing whether she was dead or alive.

Xiang Mingyue and Yan Haochen, who went to work, had no idea what was going on at home.

Xiang Mingyue is still worried about the thirty taels!

There are several people to support at home, so it is impossible for her to work for Baicaotang for free all year round.

Of course you have to make some extra money.

I thought of the hand moisturizer that Ying Cheng Huayu mentioned.

Where can you find a more authentic moisturizer than the one made in the drugstore?

It just so happened that she also found some raw materials for moisturizing cream, so she made a deal with the shopkeeper Ma and decided to use the leftover materials from the pharmacy to make some plasters to sell.

Shopkeeper Ma became interested and asked, "What is the effect of your plaster?"

Xiang Mingyue: "The one for hand application can keep the skin from getting dry and flaky, and it can moisturize the skin."

Shopkeeper Ma: "Doctor Ming! You actually have this skill. Tell me, what other ointments do you know? You can use the herbs in our pharmacy to make them for free. I will give you a share of the profits from the ointments you make and sell. You can pay back the thirty taels of silver you owed yesterday in less than a month or two. Why do you need to worry about the thirty taels of silver?"

To the bright moon...

She really didn't think that she could make money from selling a few boxes of plasters.

She said, "I also know some hemostatic ointments for external injuries, and some for removing scars and beautifying the face. Do you need them?"

Shopkeeper Ma clapped his hands in approval, and said that if she could make it, he would give her a commission for every box sold.

Now the money is here, isn't it?

Being able to earn money makes Xiang Mingyue very motivated.

When she had no patients, she made ointments.