Yu Xinyan asked a few questions and found out that the grandfather and grandson had come to the city by the village mule cart to get medicine for Gousheng's grandmother. They were short on money, so they brought these things over to see if anyone would want them, hoping to scrape together enough for the medicine fees.
Xinyan sighed internally. Looking at the elderly man and his grandson in front of her, she felt sympathy and took out two yuan from her pocket, "Uncle, please take this money."
Master Gousheng saw the money Xinyan handed out and waved his hands repeatedly, saying, "It's too much, too much, I can't accept it."
Xinyan explained, "These seeds and herbs are already priced low at eight mao. You have a sick family member waiting for medicine. I can't take advantage of you."
Master Gousheng knew the price of eight mao wasn't high, but the two yuan felt a bit too much. He, who'd spent his life farming, couldn't do something that deceptive, "That really isn't necessary."
