Chapter 23: An Addition?!

What?!
You can even get a refund if it doesn’t work?!
That’s really wonderful.

Aunt Cai and Aunt Ma, who had just thought the ointment was expensive, now found it acceptable. Besides, this young Lu said the special price was only for the first ten customers.
Alright, let’s buy it.

The two women exchanged glances, gritted their teeth, and decided each would take a bottle.
They immediately went home to get the money, with Aunt Fang following them.

But what Lu Jiaor never expected was that Aunt Cai and Aunt Ma came to buy the ointment, and Aunt Fang actually came back again as well.

“Xiao Lu, I want three bottles.”

Aunt Fang had gone back earlier to talk to her husband about it. Although Lu Jiaor gave her one bottle for free, who knew if the illness would relapse in the future? The old man was better, but what about her? What about her aging siblings?

Her husband said even if the medicine only guaranteed relief for a year or two, it was still worth it. Otherwise, enduring such torment frequently was no longer a matter of money.

It was a problem money couldn’t solve. Although Lu Jiaor’s ointment was a bit pricey, when broken down, it wasn’t really expensive.

Her husband’s words made Aunt Fang see clearly. Without hesitation, she took the money and rushed straight to Lu Jiaor’s house.

What?!
Three bottles?!

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Old Fang just bought three bottles at once?!

Aunt Cai and Aunt Ma had only dared to buy one bottle each on a whim, but they never expected Aunt Fang to come back and buy three bottles, instantly outdoing them.

But was this ointment really that miraculous? That effective?

Lu Jiaor said nothing, went inside, and took out five bottles from the box.

After seeing Lu Jiaor go inside, Aunt Fang hesitated for a moment, but upon seeing the ointment…

“Xiao Lu, I’ll take two more bottles.”

Earlier, Xiao Lu had already mentioned there were only ten bottles at the discounted price of three yuan each; after that, the price would rise to five yuan per bottle.

Three yuan versus five yuan was a big difference.

Five bottles cost fifteen yuan, just a quarter of Aunt Fang’s pension. She now earned over sixty yuan a month from her retirement pay, so she could easily afford it.

Lu Jiaor was not surprised by Aunt Fang’s sudden additional order. This lady knew quality and was bold—her luck wouldn’t be bad.

Aunt Cai and Aunt Ma were both shocked and amazed. Just a moment ago, it was three bottles, and now it was five!

Should they also add another bottle?

What to do?! Waiting online, so anxious.

“Xiao Lu, let me be honest with you. We haven’t used your ointment yet, so we don’t know how well it works. We plan to try it as soon as we get home. If it works well, can we come back tomorrow afternoon to buy another bottle? Still at three yuan?”

“Yes, yes, yes. It’s not that we don’t trust you, it’s just that money is hard to come by. We have elderly above and children below, several mouths to feed. Every penny has to be spent wisely.”

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Aunt Cai and Aunt Ma didn’t want to miss this opportunity, but they also feared the ointment might not work. They were torn, scared of risks from both sides.

Lu Jiaor had seen people like this many times before. Wasn’t she once like them in a past life? She understood very well.

Money was hard to earn in this era; wages were low. Five yuan could buy six or seven jin of pork, enough for a thrifty family to have meat for nearly half a month.

“Alright, that’s fine.”

Lu Jiaor didn’t make things difficult. She nodded and agreed.

Believing her about the ten special-price bottles, these three women would not easily tell others before the day after tomorrow. Otherwise, if the quota was used up, the price would return to normal, and that would hurt their wallets.

Lu Jiaor also wasn’t worried about not selling out the ointment. That was impossible.

The three aunts happily paid and took their ointments, repeatedly promising to come back immediately if it worked well. They all thought about hurrying home to try it.

As Lu Jiaor saw them out, she suddenly remembered her other medicines and said:

“Aunt Fang, Aunt Cai, Aunt Ma, besides this ointment for rheumatism and leg pain, I also have medicine for colds, coughs, phlegm, fever, and diarrhea. They’re very effective and only need three pills to cure.”

Actually, it should be only one pill.

But Lu Jiaor planned to be cautious—she didn’t want to overpromise and leave herself no way out. Although she was confident, these medicinal ingredients weren’t like the miraculous elixirs from the cultivation world. Better to be safe in case someone claimed the medicine didn’t work after just one pill and demanded a refund. That would truly be wasted effort.

As soon as Lu Jiaor finished speaking, Aunt Fang, who was about to leave, suddenly turned back around.