The fragrance of medicine is alluring, the farm elder sister is cool and cool

Generally, medical clinics do not just accept medicinal herbs sent by ordinary people to sell. They have a few fixed suppliers of medicinal herbs.

If someone just digs up any medicine from the ground and sells it, it won't be cheap. More importantly, who can the patient turn to if they have problems after taking it? Doctor Wang knew Wen Qingcheng, and the quality of the medicinal materials was indeed better than those of the several cooperating pharmacies, which was very rare, so he bought her.

"I did bring something." Wen Qingcheng said, putting the box in her hand on the table.

"What is this?" Doctor Wang asked expectantly.

Wen Qingcheng opened the box, and there was a golden light shining inside. Doctor Wang took a deep breath. "Old Lu, close the door quickly! Madam Wen, this is..."

"No need to close the door, this is not a gold bar, this is donkey-hide gelatin."

"Donkey-hide gelatin?"

Doctor Wang and Old Lu came over to take a look. Wen Qingcheng peeled off a piece and found a brown glue block inside the gold paper.

Old Lu took it and sniffed it. "I've been working in the pharmacy for so many years, but this is the first time I've seen something like this. What is it made of?"

Wen Qingcheng introduced the main ingredients and effects of donkey-hide gelatin. "Donkey-hide gelatin is sweet and mild in nature. It enters the lung meridian and can nourish yin and blood, moisten dryness and stop bleeding. It can also be used to treat blood deficiency and sallow complexion, dizziness and palpitations, muscle weakness, hematuria and bloody stools, metrorrhagia, irregular menstruation in women, and fetal bleeding during pregnancy. It also has the effect of stabilizing the fetus."

"I've never heard of this medicine before. Where did you get the prescription? Does anyone know where it came from?" asked Doctor Wang.

Wen Qingcheng's eyes turned slightly, "It's in the ancient books. Here is a pack of donkey-hide gelatin cake for you, Doctor Wang."

Wen Qingcheng was afraid that he would ask more questions, so she quickly took out the bag of donkey-hide gelatin cake in her hand. "This is donkey-hide gelatin cake made by mixing black sesame, walnuts, red dates..."

“This smells delicious.”

Wen Qingcheng was afraid that the food would get stuck together, so she wrapped each piece in glutinous rice paper. Doctor Wang trusted Wen Qingcheng very much and took a piece and put it in his mouth. When Lao Lu saw Doctor Wang eating it, he couldn't help but taste a piece.

"It's sweet, with the aroma of sesame and a hint of rice wine." Doctor Wang chewed it carefully.

"You're right, there is rice wine."

Doctor Wang frowned and asked, "So is this donkey-hide gelatin for use as medicine, or is it for making into this kind of snack?"

"It can be dissolved and taken alone, or made into donkey-hide gelatin and longan soup, or it can be dissolved and mixed with honey. It is very effective in treating consumptive cough, and it is particularly effective in treating various symptoms caused by blood deficiency."

"Is there any contraindication for this combination?"

"It cannot be taken with rhubarb." Wen Qingcheng then explained the dosage of the medicinal materials and other precautions.

"So how much do you plan to sell this donkey-hide gelatin for? Do you want to sell it here or sell it to a medical clinic?"

"Sell it for me first. I have agreed on a price with my family. It is one pound for one ounce of silver."

"One tael of silver for one catty!" Doctor Wang and the other doctor's pupils trembled instantly. You know, one tael of silver is not cheap for ordinary people to buy tonics.

Wen Qingcheng had no choice but to explain to Doctor Wang the complicated process of making donkey-hide gelatin. Only then did Doctor Wang understand why it was sold at such a high price.

"Madam Wen, leave this with me first. I'll try it out first."

"Doctor Wang, let's stick to the old rules. I won't let you suffer a loss. Try to sell this donkey-hide gelatin first. After two months, if you can't sell it, I will take it back. If you can sell it, I will give you a 20% increase. You can earn 200 wen for every kilogram you sell."

Doctor Wang immediately smiled, but remained polite, saying that they were all friends helping him and there was no need to calculate so clearly.

In fact, Wen Qingcheng had a good idea. Generally, new things have a process of acceptance, and they may not be easy to sell in the clinic. Only when someone has used it and found it to be effective will someone inquire about buying it.

Wen Qingcheng rode back home on horseback and happened to meet Zicheng coming home from the village school. Wen Qingcheng waved the cakes and braised food in her hand at him, and the little guy's eyes lit up instantly. She helped him onto the horse, sat behind him, and rode on the horse. Instantly attracted the attention of many of his classmates. In the envy of everyone, Zicheng was very proud and deliberately said in a loud voice: "Sister, did you come to pick me up specially? You also bought me my favorite cakes and duck products."

Wen Qingcheng didn't explain anything, she just smiled at him lovingly. When they got home, Ye Xiuying asked in surprise, "Huh? Why are you two siblings back together?"

"I went specially to pick him up." Wen Qingcheng winked at Zicheng and smiled meaningfully.

Zicheng touched his head and smiled embarrassedly, "Before, Liang Yaozu said that his sister was the prettiest, but I said my sister was the prettiest, and they didn't believe it. It just so happens that my eldest sister is going to pick me up today, I'll see what Liang Yaozu will say tomorrow."

Wen Qingcheng held her forehead with her hand. She didn't expect that she accidentally passed by the school and made him proud. Other people were competing to see whose father was richer, but they were competing to see whose sister was prettier. It seemed that she had to pay more attention to her image and not embarrass her child.

Ye Xiuying laughed and said, "You little brats, instead of competing with each other in academics, you compete with each other to see whose sister is prettier."

"He said it first. I just don't accept it. My sister is obviously prettier." Zicheng retorted in a low voice.

"Okay, okay, go wash your hands and eat." Wen Qingcheng said with a smile.

"Don't let him eat. If he eats those snacks, he won't be able to eat the meal. Eat the meal first and then the snacks." Ye Xiuying picked up the vegetable bowl in the yard and went into the kitchen.

"I think he is almost unable to bear the greed." Wen Qingcheng smiled and touched Zicheng's little head: "You can eat it, but try it first and don't eat too much. Eat after you finish your meal. Go wash your hands." Wen Qingcheng patted him lightly on the back.

Zicheng got the order and immediately ran to the east wing, peeping inside through the window. The next second, he ran over anxiously, frowning, looking like he was about to cry, "Where's Brother Falcon? Where's Chuyi? Did they leave again? Big sister, tell me!"

Zicheng suddenly mentioned Mo Jinghong, and Wen Qingcheng's heart ached like a falling petal. She had been busy for the whole afternoon and had just diverted her attention, but now that she thought about it, she still felt sad.

Wen Qingcheng was sad in her heart, but Zicheng was sad on his face. He turned around, picked up some snacks, and lay on the stone table in the yard and burst into tears.

Ye Xiuying came out from the kitchen upon hearing the noise, "What's wrong, Zicheng, Qingcheng, did you say something about him?"

Wen Qingcheng blinked to stop the tears from falling, and sighed softly, "He can't accept that Brother Mo and the others are gone, and he's very sad."

Zicheng's time was different from the last time when Mo Jinghong left. Although he cried, he would be fine after a while if he was given some snacks. But this time was different. He didn't even eat the snacks when they were handed to his mouth, and tears as big as beans rolled down his face.

"Just keep it a secret from me. You adults just love to coax people. Woo woo woo..."

Ye Xiuying, holding a spatula in her hand and not even bothering to cook, consoled him, "I'm afraid you'll be sad."

"Are you afraid that I will be sad, or afraid that I will refuse to go to school? Do you think I don't know? I know that Chuyi has a family and he won't live here permanently. I'm happy if he lives a good life. Would I pester him and not let him leave? I'm not a child anymore."