Vivian Travels to the Republic of China to Sell Herbal Medicine

The day I traveled to the Republic of China, I was being stuffed into a broken sedan chair. My father exchanged me for three bags of brown rice to give my brother a wife. On the wedding night, the poor husband returned from digging herbs, and the moonlight illuminated his handsome face stained with mud. He studied the "Compendium of Materia Medica" obsessively, but did not understand how to turn medicine into money. Then look at me next~ I am a pharmaceutical salesperson in the 21st century