"In terms of income, I guess I still can't match you." It's unclear whether Zhu Ziang is joking or serious, but the dividends Xiao Xian receives just from the hangover medicine alone each year is no small sum, roughly calculating to at least a little millionaire. Not to mention her quirky weaving of various mats and cushions.
"How could that be? Last time at the pharmacy, Master Huang said that a three-hundred-year-old ginseng weighing over five taels costs eighteen million. If you pull off a single ginseng whisker, it would be thicker than my waist," Xiao Xian touches her own waist, and indeed, she's becoming 'snake-waisted' just from drinking water without food.
In terms of normal physical development, she's now at the golden age of thirteen or fourteen years old, even though she might not feel anything, she wonders if it will affect her growth.
