Hearing what Zhao Luoyang said, Zhao Yuanrang and Zhao Yuanji wanted to turn around and look.
Zhao Luoyang continued: "If you look back and scare people away, we won't make any money."
These words were more effective than anything else. The necks of the two children immediately straightened up, and their eyes seemed to not dare to turn around. They just stared at the road in front of them and walked forward.
Zhao Luoyang was so happy that she stood in Han Langzhong's medicine shop and looked at it for a long time. Several pregnant women asked Han Langzhong to check their pulse, which showed that Han Langzhong was good at this.
Although Mr. Song is well versed in medicine, he does not understand gynecology. Otherwise, he would have checked the pulse of Third Aunt. Now that they have Han Langzhong, there will be rules for Third Aunt’s medication in the future. When the time comes, they will buy more pills from Han Langzhong.
Medicine, just in case you need it.
The three people kept walking, and the Guangrentang clerk who was following behind him couldn't help but be anxious. The steward asked him to follow these people because he was afraid that these people would sell Atractylodes to others.
Unexpectedly, these people went to Jimin Hall, talked to Mr. Han for a few words, and settled on selling medicinal materials. The more the man thought about it, the more he regretted it. He should have given the news to the manager first.
With this thought in mind, the clerk did not dare to delay. He was sure that the Zhao family was rushing to the government office, and he hurried back to Guangrentang to report the news.
The steward of Guangrentang asked: "How much money was sold for?"
The clerk said: "I heard clearly that for one pound of taels, Han Wei also promised to go to see a doctor for their family members. After the discussion was completed, the girl went to the government office, and she should have stored the medicine there in advance.
"
The steward said nothing.
The waiter was afraid that he would be scolded, so he continued: "Didn't Old Man Han say that he would never sell medicine at a high price? I didn't expect that I couldn't help it this time."
The manager was not surprised: "Some things are just words."
At this time, who can bear it? The epidemic is coming. Although it is dangerous, it is also a good opportunity to make money.
The steward of Guangrentang asked: "Has Han Wei asked anyone to follow that little girl?"
"No," the clerk said, "I kept staring and didn't see anyone coming over there. Old Man Han didn't have enough manpower, and one of his apprentices was on a medical visit. He must have thought that the business couldn't be run, so he let the sister go.
The three brothers went back by themselves."
The steward of Guangrentang said: "You go to the government office and keep an eye on it. I will take someone there in a while."
The clerk's eyes lit up: "Do you want to stop those medicinal materials halfway?"
"Anyway, they haven't been sold yet," said the manager of Guangrentang. "It's just a pound of gold. We'll just give you a higher price. As for visiting the doctor, the apprentice of Dr. Xu of our pharmacy looked at Lao Cheng and followed him."
That’s it.”
The steward would not let Mr. Xu go. Mr. Xu had made at least a dozen visits. The young apprentice under him was a bit weak in medical skills, but he was more than enough to deal with those people. Who knows whether he is good or bad? Those people are not good at all.
Will stay here for a long time.
The clerks and stewards do their own thing.
Zhao Luoyang had already returned to the government office and happened to bump into Zhao Xueli at the door.
Zhao Xueli walked out carrying the remaining rice. After seeing his daughter, his heart skipped a beat. Every time Sister Luo went out and came back, she would bring some unexpected "surprises" to him. It was really surprising.
Happy again.
"You guys went out to sell things?" Zhao Xueli said while wiping his sweat. He used his sharp tongue to persuade the shopkeeper of the rice shop. Their rice grains were sold at a high price, seventy-six cents per pound.
.
In this way, one kilogram can earn six cents.
It's really a lot. Although it's not entirely his fault, Ding Yacha also helped and said a lot of good things, but... it's enough to make everyone happy.
However, with the matter of three coins in front of him, Zhao Xueli did not dare to smile, let alone be complacent, lest he lose face in front of his daughter. After all, he could only earn a few hundred coins by using his left hand instead of his right hand.
It's only a few hundred articles... Zhao Xueli feels that he is too arrogant. Is this just it? This is a lot.
Zhao Yuanrang and Zhao Yuanji both said nothing in a tacit agreement. They both had to listen to their sister.
Zhao Luoyang said: "Not yet." Now she has sold 800 coins. Eight hundred coins is the same as making no money. The real money is still to come.
Zhao Xueli secretly breathed a sigh of relief. Fortunately, at least he didn't embarrass Sister Luo too much.
Zhao Xueli said: "If we sell these, we can earn more than 400 yuan." If we also count the credit of him leading everyone to resist the bandits, he can catch up with his daughter a little bit, at least he is not too far behind.
"You are going to the market soon?" Zhao Xueli said, "The city is too big, so don't run around. How do you know who is a good guy and who is a bad guy?"
Shi Jiu wanted to tell Zhao Xueli that your daughter not only knew, but also wanted to make money in the hands of bad people. Maybe the death of the previous boss made her realize that making money in the hands of bad people would be faster, otherwise she would not
Keep an eye on Guangrentang.
Zhao Luoyang nodded: "Dad is right, we have to be careful and we can't run out by ourselves again."
Zhao Xueli was pleased: "You wait at the government office. After we sell the rice, we will take you to the market together."
Zhao Xueli led the people away. Zhao Yuanji couldn't hold back his words and whispered: "Sister, aren't we going out on our own?"
Zhao Luoyang said: "Didn't you see? It's so scary outside, and there are still people following us."
Zhao Yuanrang and Zhao Yuanji looked at Sister A's bright eyes. Didn't Sister just say that those people were bringing money? Why do they feel terrible again? And there was no trace of fear on Sister A's face, she was obviously very happy.
"Let's go see if Grandpa Song has come out," Zhao Luoyang said. "We can't handle these things, so we have to go find Grandpa Song."
Mr. Song watched Zhang Dianli change the medicine and take a rest before walking out of the side room of the government office.
This trip was considered a success, mainly because Nie Shuang was there, and Huang Yachai, Yang Laowu and others were captured. These people confessed clearly, and the officials who colluded with the bandits had no way to quibble.
Alas. The world is declining, these officials...
Mr. Song could only shake his head in his heart.
"Master," Song Er said, "I'll help you go and have a rest too!"
Mr. Song nodded, but what he was thinking about was where the girl from the Zhao family had gone. When he came out after writing the paperwork, he heard the yamen talking about how the girl from the Zhao family and her two younger brothers had gone to sell things four or five times. How could there be so much flour?
Can eggs be sold? Doesn’t that girl sell a little bit every time?
This is not that girl's temperament.
Later, he caught Zhao Xueli and asked tentatively that the Zhao family girl had made a lot of money, at least a few coins, otherwise Zhao Xueli wouldn't look like that.
Mr. Song always felt that something was wrong. There must be something fishy here. He had to ask the girl carefully.
As soon as he entered the house and sat down, before Mr. Song ordered Song Er to find someone, he saw the three Zhao Luoyang siblings walking into the house with their heads lowered.
None of the three people spoke, and they just sat next to Mr. Song as if they had discussed it.
"What's wrong?" Mr. Song asked, "You have a droopy head and a droopy head. Are you being bullied?"
Zhao Luoyang raised his face when he heard this, with a bit of fear in his eyes: "Master, this city is not peaceful. We originally wanted to go out to see if there was any other way to make some money, but we were targeted.
.”
Zhao Yuanrang and Zhao Yuanji nodded accordingly.
Zhao Luoyang said: "We were so scared that we ran back quickly."
Mr. Song frowned: "Do you know who he is?"
Zhao Luoyang nodded: "The steward of Guangrentang Pharmacy in the city wants to buy something. The Atractylodes in his hand is sold at a high price. Naturally, we cannot give Atractylodes to such people and let them make money from the people in the future. Aren't we?
It’s to act as an aide to the tiger.”
"Master, are you right?"
Mr. Song nodded subconsciously, what he said was correct.
"So, we are going to sell Atractylodes, which can cure epidemics, to Jimin Hall, and ginseng to Guangrentang," Zhao Luoyang said, "but I'm afraid that the manager of Guangrentang has a bad heart and will buy ginseng at a high price.
Regret it, in case they rob us or lock us up."
Zhao Luoyang paused for a while: "How can we have the strength to resist?"
When Mr. Song heard this, he stretched out his hand and asked him to think about it. After what the Zhao girl said, he didn't sound afraid of Guangrentang.
Are you afraid that Guangrentang will have so many schemes? If the stewards of Guangrentang hear this, will they get angry? Do you still dare to follow the Zhao family girl and try to make profits from her?
Don't say you're scared, it's not like you're scared at all.
Before Mr. Song could speak, Zhao Luoyang looked at his two younger brothers: "You guys go out and wait a moment. I have something to say to Mr. Song."
She just wanted to ask Mr. Song something, but she couldn't say it in front of her brothers.
Zhao Yuanrang and Zhao Yuanji walked out of the house.
Zhao Luoyang said to Mr. Song: "If you have anything to say, please tell me!" After she decided to sell medicinal materials, she knew that sooner or later this matter would be known to others.
Since she couldn't hide it, she had to find a good excuse, so she came to find Mr. Song.
After all, the only one among them who could possibly obtain so much Atractylodes and Ginseng was Mr. Song.
Mr. Song usually helps her cover up secretly, but now if he can admit it openly in front of others, she will not have to tie her hands and feet, and can sell more white arts.
Mr. Song asked: "Where do ginseng and atractylodes come from?"