Seeing the old man drenched by the rain, his hair still wet and his gaunt frame trembling, Qin Ziwen said to Du Yu, "Du Yu, go boil a pot of water."
"Yes."
Qin Ziwen glanced at the large basket on his back. "Is this basket filled with medicinal herbs?"
"Yes." The old man hurriedly took out his basket. "The herbs inside aren't worth much. Shopkeeper, feel free to take whatever you like."
Qin Ziwen asked, "Do you have these four: Honeysuckle, dandelion, Mint, and licorice?"
"I do, I do! These are common herbs. I picked quite a few this time." The old man quickly dumped the herbs onto the table and sorted out the four types.
Du Yu came out with a kettle of boiling water and three pottery bowls.
He first poured a bowl for Qin Ziwen, then one for the old man, and finally one for himself.
"Be careful, it's hot," Qin Ziwen said.
A smile appeared on the old man's face. "Thank you for your concern, Shopkeeper. Here are the herbs you needed."
