Xiaozhengzi took out a silver note from his cuff, fifty taels of denomination.

"When I have free time, I will go to Eunuch Zhu, the prison supervisor, and directly say to buy Yirong ointment, ten taels of silver per set, and five sets will be enough for half a year."

"Thank you Zhengzi for your advice."

Zhou Yi bowed and took the bank note, and the hurdle in front of him was over.

As for agreeing to do things for Xiaozhengzi, it sounds inferior, and I don't feel ashamed.

Zhou Yi has self-knowledge, he is a poor mud leg

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