Unable to pass the examination for Imperial Alchemist means there won't be money to build a school for the village. Those poor children are probably going to be disappointed again.
As Feng Chuo walked, he lamented and wallowed in self-pity, and before he knew it, he found himself in Fengqiao Alley.
"How did I end up here?" Feng Chuo had previously taken herbs gathered from the mountains to sell in the city, mostly to pharmacies such as Yongchun Hall. He truly didn't know that this inconspicuous residential alley also hid a small pharmacy.
Looking at the barely visited small pharmacy, a woman in her twenties was sitting by the door with a ledger in hand, busy making notes.
"Boss, how much for a dose of Clear Heart Powder?" A city resident came by, inquiring the price of Clear Heart Powder.
"One Gold Coin," the young woman answered indifferently, not bothering to get up to greet the customer.
