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Chapter 39 Trouble in Miaoyitang

Su Yunhe raised his eyebrows and slapped the table hard: "Jiang Xiaofan, please explain to me clearly why I delayed you in finding a wife..."

The two quarreled for a while, and Su Yunhe said seriously: "What I said yesterday about tomatoes ripening in batches, are you sure it's okay?"

Yesterday, she came back and repeatedly calculated that if tens of thousands of kilograms of tomatoes were concentrated and ripened, Shiweixian Restaurant would not be able to digest them all.

"Absolutely no problem. Let me know how much you need in advance and I'll make sure it's arranged for you." Jiang Xiaofan patted his chest and said.

It is actually very simple for him to ripen tomatoes in batches. He only needs to inscribe the spirit-gathering formation in advance, and then perform Qingze Technique on the tomatoes in batches. From this look, Qingze Technique is simply created for planting.

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Su Yunhe's face showed joy: "I will need two thousand pounds in seven days. Is there enough time?"

Jiang Xiaofan calculated in his mind that two thousand kilograms of land, which is about a quarter of an acre, would require five tortoise shell spirit gathering arrays to be engraved on it, so he had enough time.

"I have enough time, but I don't have a car to deliver goods." Jiang Xiaofan scratched his head. He only had a three-wheeled motorcycle now, and it would take at least a dozen trips to complete the delivery.

"It's okay. We have a large truck specially designed to pull goods. We will go directly to your village to pick up the goods. I will plan the dishes and marketing plan in the next few days."

Su Yunhe was overjoyed when she received Jiang Xiaofan's affirmative reply. She couldn't wait to see what kind of hot sales the tomatoes would be like after they went on the market.

"Let's go, I'll take you to the finance office to get the money."

Ten minutes later, Jiang Xiaofan received a text message stating that there was an extra 105,000 yuan in his account.

Among them, five thousand yuan is the money for wild mushrooms, and one hundred thousand yuan is the deposit for five acres of tomatoes.

Jiang Xiaofan grinned non-stop, feeling like he was in a dream.

Just a few days ago, he was broke and struggling to pay for his father's treatment. In the blink of an eye, he not only made enough money, but also signed a purchase agreement worth 500,000 yuan.

Before leaving, Su Yunhe bit her red lips and asked in a low voice: "Xiaofan, when will you give me a massage next time?"

Jiang Xiaofan's heart skipped a beat, and he had the urge to take a bite and taste it.

"In three days,"

After saying that, Jiang Xiaofan turned around and left. He would make a mistake if he stayed any longer. This woman was very irritating when she was irritating, but she was also really alluring when she was seductive.

Looking at Jiang Xiaofan's walking back, Su Yunhe sighed with regret.

Sure enough, no one is perfect. Even if Jiang Xiaofan's medical skills are so good, wouldn't he be able to cure his illness?



"Now that I have money, I will buy some black-bone chicken and fish first, and then go home to make soup for the old couple to replenish their health. Then I will go sell the wild gastrodia elata and inquire about the market conditions of the medicinal materials."

Jiang Xiaofan started his three-wheeled motorcycle and soon arrived at the farmer's market.

He bought a five-pound black fish and a three-pound black-bone chicken, and then wandered to his big shop stall.

When the owner of the meat stall next door saw Jiang Xiaofan, his fat face suddenly drooped. The last time he and Jiang Xiaofan lost a bet, he lost a pig's hind leg. When he got home, he was severely punished by his wife, and he is still laying the floor in the living room.

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Jiang Xiaofan chuckled, walked straight to the meat stall next door, and said with an honest smile: "Long time no see, boss, business is booming."

As the saying goes, don't hit the smiling person. The owner of the meat stall glanced at what Jiang Xiaofan was carrying and asked angrily: "Do you want to buy meat?"

Jiang Xiaofan smiled and said, "Two pounds of pork ribs."

The butcher stall owner forced a smile and immediately started chopping with the bone chopping knife.

Jiang Xiaofan thought for a moment and took the opportunity to ask: "Boss, you have been in the market for a long time and have rich experience. What do you think is more suitable for my stall?"

Hearing Jiang Xiaofan's words, the butcher stall owner was immediately stunned: "What do you mean? You don't sell tomatoes anymore?"

Jiang Xiaofan smiled and said: "I have negotiated a cooperation with the restaurant. From now on, the tomatoes will be exclusively for them and will not be sold here. This stall is empty as well. I would like to ask if you have any good suggestions."

The owner of the butcher stall felt sour. Others were working hard to set up the stall to make money, but he was now cooperating with the restaurant in the blink of an eye. It was really irritating that people were more popular than others.

He pointed to the stalls in the farmer's market and said feebly: "That's not all in the market, chickens, ducks, fish, meat, wild wild animals, etc., what else do you want to sell?"

Jiang Xiaofan asked without giving up: "Everyone sells these, are there any special ones?"

"What special thing do you want? These common things are produced in large quantities and in high demand. Take my butcher stall for example..."

Having said this, the owner of the butcher stall paused and immediately changed his words: "Just like the fish stall over there, they go in early in the morning to bring in fish and sell it, and they are basically sold out by noon. Who wouldn't eat fish sticks with the current living conditions?"

What about fish? Pair it with some sauerkraut stuffed buns, and you can make a lot of money in one day.”

"Oh, it's not like selling meat. You waste your time and make no money... This is two pounds and sixty ounces, thirteen yuan per pound, a total of thirty-three yuan and eighty cents. Scan the QR code or cash?"

Jiang Xiaofan left the farmer's market carrying chicken and fish.

As he walked, he thought about it. Although the big stalls cost nothing, it always felt like a loss if they were empty. He had also thought about the butcher stall owner's suggestion, but his time was more precious now, and selling ordinary things was a waste of time.

"Let's take a look again." Jiang Xiaofan shook his head and drove towards the direction of Miao Medical Hall.

Arriving at the Miao Medical Hall, Jiang Xiaofan was just about to go in when an angry man walked out and kept muttering: "What a shabby pharmacy? Why should you open it if it doesn't sell medicines?"

After saying that, he walked away without looking back.

Jiang Xiaofan walked into the drugstore confused and saw five or six people sitting opposite the door. They were all carefree and had colorful green tattoos on their arms.

Seeing Jiang Xiaofan come in, one of the men with yellow hair raised his chin: "Boy, the pharmacy is out of medicine, please find another one."

Jiang Xiaofan glanced at him, frowned and said, "Where is Chen Zhen?"

"Chen Zhen? I'm still Huang Feihong, haha." Huang Mao laughed unbridled.

Jiang Xiaofan narrowed his eyes. These people didn't look like drugstore clerks, nor did they look like they were here to see a doctor. Seeing their momentum and attitude, people who came to the drugstore to see a doctor would be scared away. Could it be that they were here specifically to disrupt the situation?

At this time, Chen Zhen came out of the back hall and was stunned for a moment when he saw Jiang Xiaofan. Then he said with a cold expression: "Go away, there is no medicine you want here."

"Who slapped you in the face?" Jiang Xiaofan stared at Chen Zhen's face, which had a dazzling slap mark.

"I accidentally hit it myself." Chen Zhen lowered his head and whispered.

Jiang Xiaofan glanced at Huang Mao and the others and asked Chen Zhen, "What do they do?"

"Of course I come to the drugstore to buy medicine, but why don't I come to buy clothes? Haha." Huang Mao said with a playful smile.

Another Cuntou then laughed and said: "His thirty portions are finished, it's my sixty portions. I want fifty kinds of medicinal materials for each portion, each medicinal material ranges from ten grams to thirty grams. Take a look at the list.

Don’t get me wrong.”


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