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

After the discussion meeting on the Wenji and Wangji donkey-hide gelatin dispute, the news that Wenji donkey-hide gelatin was the original one spread quickly throughout the city like wings.

Whether they were industry insiders or ordinary people, they all came to Yueya Village. For a while, long queues formed in and outside Wen Ji’s yard.

Song Jiao walked from the backyard through the moon gate to the front yard, "Qingcheng, Second Sister-in-law, Qingcheng, many people came to our Wenji this morning to buy donkey-hide gelatin. There was a long line outside the gate."

Mo Jinghong raised his eyebrows after hearing this, "Cheng'er, you'll have a lot of work to do now."

Wen Qingcheng didn't expect that she would become famous overnight. She was afraid of neglecting the customers, so she hurried to the backyard with Song Jiao. Many people came here because of its reputation. Wen Ji Pharmacy became a popular check-in place overnight. People came in one after another, and the registration of orders lasted until the evening.

"Uncle, it's getting late. You and aunt should go home early. I didn't expect it to be so busy today. Everyone has worked overtime for an hour. I'll record it for you later." Wen Zhuo had worked overtime for an hour without realizing it. He had been registering orders all the time and his wrists were sore.

"I didn't expect that after the conference, we would become really famous. This can be considered a blessing in disguise for us. We are happy to be busy every day." Wen Zhuo laughed heartily.

As the sky gradually darkened, Wen Qingcheng closed the door of Wen's House, leaving only Luo Bin to work the night shift to make glue. Wen Qingcheng went to the front yard to prepare some breakfast for Luo Bin.

When I arrived at the kitchen in the front yard, I saw Zicheng standing on a low stool cooking! "Zicheng, you..."

Zicheng imitated Ye Xiuying's way of flipping the wok, showing a pair of small canine teeth to Wen Qingcheng, and said with a smile: "Big sister, you are done, wait, I will fry it soon."

"Why are you cooking? Where's mom? Where's Brother Mo and Axuan?" Wen Qingcheng looked at Zicheng and saw that although he was taller than last year, he was still a child.

"Mom is busy in the study, Brother Axuan is killing fish, and Brother Mo is helping me." As soon as Zicheng finished speaking, he saw Mo Jinghong coming from the front hall to the kitchen door, wearing an apron around his waist and holding a basin in his hands.

Wen Qingcheng just felt that this world was too crazy. Young Master Mo was kneading dough and making pancakes, Axuan, a shadow guard, was using him to kill fish, and seven-year-old Zicheng was cooking!

"Are you done?" Mo Jinghong looked at Wen Qingcheng deeply and asked.

"Well, I'll go to the study and I'll help you later."

Zicheng jumped down from the stool, "The food is ready, Brother Mo, help me take it and put it on the plate."

Mo Jinghong's hands were covered in flour. He raised his elbow and pushed Wen Qingcheng, "Go to the study room quickly. You've been busy all day. We don't need you here. Go and have a rest."

Wen Qingcheng came to the study and saw Ye Xiuying piled up a table of silver and money. Her hands cramped from counting. "We received so many deposits today."

Ye Xiuying was tired, but she was so happy to see so many orders that she could make a fortune if she could complete all of them. "We have to hurry up and produce. Qingcheng, why don't we hire a few more people to help process the donkey skins? We'll pay them by the day."

"That's what I thought, too. I'm also thinking of going to the county town tomorrow, to the old soldier's blacksmith shop, to make another glue boiling pot and add another production line."

Ye Xiuying still had some concerns in her heart, "If we add another production line, we will have to hire at least four or five more people, and the monthly expenses alone will be quite a lot of money."

"I've thought about this. Wen Ji's reputation has been thoroughly established. We will never lack orders. Wang Ji compensated us 150 taels, which is just enough for us to invest in a new production line. Although the labor costs are higher, at least we can produce more and earn more. The scale of Wen Ji cannot always be this large. We will expand slowly in the future."

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That night, in the county town, most of the county yamen runners had already left work, and Wang Bozhen only brought a servant with him to the county yamen in a low-key manner. He had already contacted Liu, the county yamen's lawyer, who was waiting for him in the back hall.

Led by the yamen runners, Wang Bozhen quickly came to the back hall. Master Liu stood up to greet him, and the two men clasped their fists to each other.

"Master Liu, how is my son doing? When can he be released?"

Master Liu sighed and said, "I also hope that Young Master Wang can be released sooner, but this matter is indeed caused by Young Master Wang, and there is a nobleman above who is paying attention to this case. We adults have no choice but to handle it impartially."

When Master Liu mentioned the nobleman above, he deliberately lowered his voice. Wang Bozhen knew that he was talking about Mo Jinghong. The power behind Mo Jinghong was the Prince of Qin's Mansion. Although Mo Jinghong's position as the crown prince had been revoked, how could a small county magistrate dare to go against the son of the Prince of Qin's Mansion.

"Look, this is the document signed and sealed by your son." Master Liu said as he secretly pulled out Wang Heng's document.

Wang Bozhen was horrified. He carefully identified the handwriting and found it was indeed Wang Heng's. How could this stupid son confess so quickly? The black words on the white paper and the big red handprints made it impossible for him to deny it! "How did he confess? Did you torture him?"

"How can that be possible? Our county magistrate doesn't advocate this. But you don't have to worry too much. Fortunately, he didn't really kill anyone, so the punishment will be light. He will be released after three or four years in prison."

Wang Bozhen frowned when he heard this and said anxiously, "How old is he when he was released after being locked up for three or four years? Now he's 23 or 24 years old and he doesn't even have a child."

Master Liu advised, "Don't worry. He is sentenced to three or four years. Once the nobleman in Kyoto leaves, as long as Master Wang is willing to spend money, whether he can be released early or not is just a matter of a word from our master."

Wang Bozhen was so anxious just now that he lost his composure. When he heard what Master Liu said, he smiled and said, "In that case, I will rely on Master Liu. Where is my son now? I want to see him."

"He is still in the back hall, but he will be taken to the prison in two days."

Master Liu took Wang Bozhen to a separate courtyard in the back hall. The county government office was renovated very magnificently, but this backyard was very simple. Two lazy yamen runners looked up and saw Master Liu coming, and they stood up straight.

"Master Liu, you are here."

Master Liu nodded and said, "Wang Heng, where is Young Master Wang? Take me to see him."

The yamen runners led the way in a flattering manner, leading Master Liu and Wang Bozhen into a room. There were two guards sitting in the room. When they saw Master Liu, they walked through a long indoor corridor without saying a word, and soon they heard the sound of jingling.

Wang Bozhen was sitting on a worn-out chair. He looked in the direction of the sound and saw a young man with a stubble on his face, walking towards him with shackles on his hands and feet.

Wang Heng was not used to the light in the outer hall. He squinted his eyes, and a trace of confusion flashed in his eyes. He didn't know whether he was going to be transferred to the prison. The next second, he saw a familiar face, opened his mouth, and exclaimed in a hoarse voice: "Dad——"

Wang Bozhen sat up suddenly from his chair, and then he recognized that the person in front of him was his son Wang Heng.