"Wrap this jasmine balm for me." Mingruo motioned to Zisu to pay.
Zi Su took out two taels of silver from her purse and handed it to the waiter, feeling uneasy.
She had never bought anything at Fuxiangzhai, and she didn't expect a box of ointment to be so expensive. She only brought twenty taels with her when she went out today. She had already spent three taels of silver just buying clothes. If the princess wanted to buy anything else, she would probably
Not enough anymore.
The waiter put the jasmine balm into a brocade box and handed it to Zi Su: "Take it."
Mingruo took out a three-inch-high porcelain bottle from the bag that Zi Su was holding, opened the cork, and a fragrance spread out. The boy's eyes lit up. He had been working as a clerk in the shop for several years and had never smelled it.
I have never experienced such a nice aroma.
Mingruo handed the porcelain bottle to the boy: "Take this to your shopkeeper and ask him if he accepts this kind of fragrance."
"Okay, okay." The waiter entered the back hall with a small porcelain vase, and soon came out with a smile on his face, "Sir, our shopkeeper invites you to come to the back hall for a detailed discussion."
Walking into the back hall, a fat middle-aged man in his forties came up to him: "Young master, please take a seat. I am Cao Tong, the shopkeeper of Fuxiangzhai. I don't know your surname."
"Shopkeeper Cao is very polite, but your surname is Ming." Ming Ruo sat down.
"Mr. Ming, I wonder where your fragrant dew comes from?" Shopkeeper Cao blinked his shrewd eyes.
"This is my family's ancestral skill. It's called toilet water. It can be sprinkled on clothes, or mixed into the bath soup when bathing. It not only smells fragrant, but also refreshes the mind and repels mosquitoes." Mingruo mixed the high-imitation Liushen toilet water for herself.
Make a call.
Shopkeeper Cao's little eyes are getting brighter and brighter. This toilet water is more fragrant than the perfume sent to the palace, and it has so many effects: "Mr. Ming, what is the price of this toilet water, and how much can it be sold to us?"
"I will send you fifty bottles every month, each bottle... fifteen taels of silver." Mingruo knew that the price was too high. After all, Princess Yunqin's monthly salary was one hundred taels. According to Zi Su,
The 'salary' given to him by Prince Yun's Mansion was more than that of many concubines in the palace.
But doing business is not just about raising the price and paying back the money on the spot. Mingruo's psychological minimum price is ten taels of silver a bottle. If it is lower than this price, she will go to that Xilou.
When Zisu heard from the princess that such a small bottle of toilet water cost fifteen taels, she couldn't help hugging the bag tightly. She could feel that there were many such small bottles inside. If she accidentally broke it, she would be in danger.
Even if you sell it, you won't be able to compensate for it.
"Okay." Shopkeeper Cao clenched his molars and agreed. The price was indeed high, but he was confident that he could make more money with this toilet water. Not to mention the ladies of the royal capital's wealthy family, only fifty bottles, even
The ladies in the palace don't have enough to share, "I wonder if Mr. Ming can provide more?"
"It's not easy to make toilet water. Fifty bottles is the limit." In fact, with the assistance of the extraction technology of the medical system, making toilet water is very simple. However, since things are rare, Mingruo Feels Hungry marketing is still necessary.
Ming Ruo asked Zi Su to put the bundle on the table: "There are fifty bottles here. The toilet water needs to be sealed and kept. The bottle just now is a sample I gave to shopkeeper Cao for the guests to taste the fragrance."
"Thank you, Mr. Ming." Shopkeeper Cao asked the clerk to count, and then took the banknote and handed it to Mingruo, "I don't know when Mr. Ming will deliver the goods every month. How about... we write down the contract and I can pay the deposit in advance."
"If we deliver the goods on the fifteenth day of every month, the contract is no longer necessary. Ming may not be able to stay in the imperial capital for a long time." Ming Ruo just tried the water with toilet water, and if it sells well, he can open a shop of his own.
Thinking about her family of mysterious doctors, they also have a business in cosmeceuticals and medicated diets in modern times, but she has been exposed to it since she was a child. Nowadays, the technical conditions are limited, and it is not difficult for Mingruo to make simple cosmetics.
"Okay then." Shopkeeper Cao didn't know much about Mr. Ming either. It would be troublesome if he ran away with the deposit.
Mingruo put the banknotes into his sleeve pocket and took Zisu out of the Fragrance House. Zisu looked at the princess's slender back, but felt that it was particularly practical to follow such a master.
Mingruo bought a folding fan from a roadside stall and opened it. Well, there was an internal smell. It was indeed a handsome weapon and worth owning.
"King..." Zisu always wanted to call Princess, and hit her head, "Sir, the snacks of Jixiangzhai are very famous, do you want to buy some back?"
"Really, let's buy some." Mingruo also likes pastries, and will accept Chinese and Western dishes.
After buying snacks, Mingruo decided to go home. Zisu remembered that there was a shortcut here and led the way. Mingruo waved his fan and walked gracefully.
"Ah!" Zisu screamed.
Mingruo was jumped by the cry, and the fan in her hand almost flew out: "What's wrong?"
"Princess, there is a dead person here." Zi Su was so frightened that she lost consciousness, and her face was as white as paper.
Back in the imperial capital, the security situation was really bad. Mingruo stepped forward and Zisu grabbed her sleeve: "Princess, let's change the route, it's too unlucky."
Mingruo looked carefully, and saw a young man in black clothes sitting in the corner. His hair was tied up in black jade, and there was an unruly aura between his eyebrows.
Are all the people here so good-looking? In modern times, this man would be a proper little wolfdog.
This man's face was pale and his lips were purple. He must have been poisoned. Based on his many years of medical experience, Mingruo judged that this man was not dead yet.
She stepped forward and put her hand on the man's wrist, and the medical system immediately gave a diagnosis - the patient was poisoned with snake venom and had a wound up to 20 centimeters long on his left abdomen. He was currently in a state of shock and needed first aid.
"You are quite good-looking, you can save your life."
Zi Su was speechless when she heard her princess's remarks. She wanted to save people just because she was 'good-looking'. Isn't this too hasty?
"Zisu, go find someone for help. Let's take him to the hospital..." We can't say hospital, it should be, "That... hospital."
"I'm afraid no one will help him because he's half dead." Zisu has lived in the imperial capital since he was a child and knows that people in the imperial capital don't want to meddle in their own business. It's not that the people here are indifferent, it's just that there are many royal relatives and nobles in the imperial capital, so if he's not careful
It will cause big trouble.
"If you give me more money, there will always be someone willing." Money can make all the difference. This law is applicable in every era.
"Oh." Zisu felt that she was so stupid, why didn't she think of spending money to hire someone.
Seeing Zisu leave, Mingruo quickly took out the antivenom from the medical system and gave the man a skin test first.
Zisu soon came back with a stout man, who easily carried the man on his back: "Master, where are you going?"
"Just go to the hospital." Mingruo replied.
"Okay." The man walked into another alley familiarly.
Mingruo looked around. There were also shops on this street, which were obviously not as glamorous as the ones he had just visited. The man quickly walked into a shop. Mingruo looked up and felt that the owner of this shop was just like him.
, the dilapidated wooden plaque reads - a medicine hall.
Mingruo also followed the store and smelled the familiar smell of traditional Chinese medicine, which she felt was quite friendly. The man put the person on a wooden bed used for medical consultations and smiled at Mingruo honestly: "The Gongzi Medical Clinic has arrived."
