The medicinal herb market was in the old district in the western part of the city. Red banners with the slogan "Serve the People" hung on the gray-brick and tile-roofed buildings.
Ji Xiaosong followed Mr. Zhao through the streets. A heavy scent of medicinal herbs filled the air.
Several market administrators wearing red armbands were on patrol. Not a single private stall could be seen on the street.
"Comrade Ji, this way."
Mr. Zhao adjusted the collar of his Mao suit and pointed to a building ahead with a sign that read "State-Run Pharmacy of XX District." "They have all the herbs for promoting blood circulation and removing blood stasis here. They're all legitimate herbs, centrally purchased and distributed by the state."
On the concrete wall by the store's entrance, five large words were painted in red: "Develop the economy, ensure supply."
The glass counter was wiped spotlessly clean. Behind it stood a middle-aged female shopkeeper with a chin-length bob.
