"I say, young master, please stop saying a few words. Didn't you see that Mr. Lu has been angry these past two days and has blisters on his mouth? If you make him angry again and make him very angry, I don't see what you can do." Do it!”
After hearing Jiang Nuanzhi’s words, Lu Shizhu curled his lips and hid behind Jiang Nuanzhi, but his eyes were always looking at his father, with a wary look on his face.
“You are a traitor, you are so angry with me!”
As he said that, Mr. Lu looked at Jiang Nuanzhi with shame: “I’m sorry, Dr. Jiang, I will give it to you this time. It’s such a big trouble for me.”
“Don’t be angry.” Jiang Nuanzhi said with a smile: “Actually, the young master has helped me a lot with these medicines. It’s not an exaggeration. If it weren’t for him, how could the ointment be delivered so quickly? You must have misunderstood me this time.”
"That's right! I watched An Nuan make this ointment! I've almost learned it! Don't ever say I'm worthless again!" Master Lu said from behind, raising his neck proudly.
When Mr. Lu heard this, he was stunned. The next second he bowed to Jiang Nuanzhi: "Dr. Jiang, it's my fault. I just wanted to let him stay in the field to change his behavior, but I didn't expect him to do it. Stealing the master! This prescription is supposed to be passed down from generation to generation. If he were to steal it, I would have no shame in facing Dr. Jiang. It would cost me everything, and I would only sell this prescription to my Lu family!"
Jiang Nuanzhi waved his hand: "Where can I say just learn it? Pharmacy is not that simple. Besides, we are close friends. Even if he learns it, it is me. It's not because of Mr. Lu that you are willing to teach him. You can rest assured."
Looking at Mr. Lu who was still frowning, Jiang Nuanzhi changed the subject: "Okay, Mr. Lu. Let's try this ointment first. We spent some time making it. I feel very satisfied. You can help Changyan. If you think it's good, give us the money to make the knot, that would be the happiest thing. "
After hearing this, Mr. Lu couldn't help but smile and responded: "Hey, look at my head, I'm going to get some money from Dr. Jiang."
Jiang Nuanzhi grabbed the old man and said, "You'd better try this ointment first."
After that, he took out a bottle of ointment and put it in his hand.
"Of course I can trust Dr. Jiang."
Jiang Nunzhi: "If you can trust me, I will help Zhang Zhangyan."
In desperation, Mr. Lu will I opened the ointment, took out some of it, spread it on my hand, and looked at it carefully.
"Just go check it out and see if we make this ointment. It's better than before! I secretly made a cut in the middle of the night last night, and the bleeding stopped instantly after applying it. You see this morning, the wound has healed. I received 700 silver coins. , It’s a bargain for you. I’ll sell it for half or two later! It’s a big profit!” Lu Shizhu raised his chin, but he couldn’t hide his pride.
Rarely, Mr. Lu did not beat or scold his son, but looked at the ointment with surprise and nodded repeatedly: "Top grade, indeed top grade! Dr. Jiang's craftsmanship in this ointment is beyond ordinary people's. You can’t learn it even if you want to!”
As he said this, he also made a cut on his hand with a knife and applied ointment to test the medicine. Then, the look of surprise in his eyes became even stronger. The hands holding the ointment were shaking.
"Okay, okay! It's even better than the golden sore ointment that was offered as a tribute back then! Ayong, Ayong, come and count the ointment."
"Master, here are the total It's two hundred bottles, just right." A Yong finished ordering and said with a smile.
Mr. Lu immediately nodded, counted ninety taels of silver with his own hands, and placed it in Jiang Nuanzhi's hand: "I paid a deposit of fifty taels before, and this is the remaining silver. Let's settle the two hundred bottles. "
Then, Mr. Lu rubbed his hands and looked at Jiang Nuanzhi's other basket in embarrassment: "Doctor Jiang, are these dozens of bottles used for other purposes? Have you placed an order?"
Jiang Nuanzhi shook his head: "I made some more, and I'm thinking of setting up a stall later and selling them at will."
"Can I do it all at once? And sell them all to me?”
Jiang Nuanzhi nodded: “Of course, it saves me trouble.”
Mr. Lu smiled and immediately counted the silver again.
There are thirty bottles in total, exactly twenty-one taels.
Jiang Nuanzhi collected the money with a smile, and got more than one hundred taels of silver in one go. This was the largest amount of money Jiang Nuanzhi had earned since arriving here.
If you take this money back to Xinghua Village to buy a house, you can even buy a dozen units, which is a huge sum of money.
Just as he was feeling distracted, the next second, Mr. Lu actually took out another one hundred tael silver note and placed it on the table. Pushed in front of Jiang Nuanzhi.
He said a little embarrassedly: "Doctor Jiang, I want to talk to you about something."
Jiang Nunzhi did not pick up the banknote, but only smiled and said: "Lu I always have something to say, but it’s okay to say it.” “That’s it. Doctor Jiang, can you only sell this golden sore medicine to me, the Lu family?”
Jiang Nuan was stunned and smiled. The hundred taels of silver notes were pushed back.
“I’m afraid it won’t work.”
Mr. Lu sighed secretly: "I knew it wouldn't work, but I still wanted to give it a try after all."
As he said that, he pushed back the one hundred taels of silver notes: "Doctor Jiang, as long as Your first choice is still my Lu family. If you don’t sell the ointment to Jinhuatang, the money will still belong to Dr. Jiang.”
Jiang Nunzhi looked at the hundred taels of silver and smiled.
Sanqi rushed to the Li family’s yard without stopping.
Seeing the small courtyard so close, he felt quite excited.
After running such a long way, I was tired and hungry, and finally I could see people. Dragging a slightly tired body into the yard, I couldn't help shouting.
"Doctor Jiang, Dr. Jiang!"
After shouting twice but seeing no one, he frowned and wanted to walk into the yard.
The next second, he saw a face that was particularly familiar to him. Suddenly he was shocked, not paying attention to his feet, he stumbled and sat on the ground.
Following his line of sight and looking over, I saw that the little old man had an apron tied around his waist, his sleeves were rolled up high, and his nose was rubbed with face.
At this time, he obviously heard the noise. He stood at the door with his hands on his hips and asked in a rough voice: "Who are you?"
Sanqi swallowed hard, thinking that he had seen it wrong. He almost subconsciously rubbed his eyes, but the man was still standing in front of him.
"Why are you here?"
The little old man was a little impatient: "Do you know me? If you have something to do, just talk about it. If you have nothing to do, I will make noodles!"
"Why are you like this?"
The imperial master has been missing for more than half a year, and the regent has sent people to search for him for a long time, but there is no news at all. There was even faint news that the Imperial Master had died.
But he actually waved the rolling pin with himself here. This scene is really magical.
Sanqi seemed to have thousands of words stuck in his throat, but he could only hold back one sentence for a long time.
The little old man frowned fiercely and looked at the waiter beside him: "Little friend, do you know this person? Is he a relative of ours?"
The waiter actually recognized him. Here we come, this is the last person who came to the house to look for my mother. But Brother Lu said that this man was not a good person. At that moment, he frowned and shook his head: "I don't know him."
The little old man immediately frowned: "Well, since you don't know me, then hurry up and leave. You are a young boy who is so good-looking, but you are a stammer. You are also very evil-minded. Leave quickly. Be careful and I will beat you up later."
As he spoke, he raised the rolling pin and shook it casually.
Who would have known that Sanqi was so frightened by him that he ran away without a trace. Even one of the shoes was missing.
Ignoring picking up the shoes, he turned around and led his horse out of the yard.
The waiter was stunned for a moment: "Why is he so timid?"
The little old man innocently spread his hands: "Huh? Is he timid? Aren't everyone like this?"
(End of this chapter)