Abandoned daughter takes charge of the family, so rich that even the best people can't envy

Song Jinxiu was stunned. Selling a recipe for anesthetic pills? That's not impossible.

Although Ma Fei San and Anesthesia Pills are both anesthetics, two herbs have been added or subtracted from them. It can't be considered that she violated the agreement with Dr. Li, right?

Besides, this medicine is used in the army to treat injured soldiers, which is a good thing that benefits the country and the people.

"Of course you can, and these pills are easy to carry, making them perfect for use in the military. But you can't say I sold them to you. If you tell anyone and they find out and try to force me to buy them, I won't be able to resist. I'll sell them to anyone who comes to buy them. Understand?"

"I understand, I understand, I understand. Don't worry, Miss. Once I've tested the effect, I'll report it to the court, make the recipe public, and have the anesthetic pills mass-produced. That way, Miss Song won't be harassed here.

When the time comes, I will not take credit for the young lady's work. I will have my master personally commend her for her achievements."

Song Jinxiu waved her hands quickly, "No, no, no, I don't need to ask for credit. The fact that you can make the prescription public shows that you are a kind-hearted doctor. I will sell the prescription to you. That's the payment, and we have nothing to do with each other anymore."

"Isn't it good to ask for merit? Maybe you'll get a royal reward and become famous, young lady?"

Doctor Feng looked puzzled. How many ladies from noble families in the capital were trying their best to stand out and become famous.

But the little girl didn't think about it. Was it because she was young and didn't understand the benefits of being famous?

Song Jinxiu: "Do you know, Doctor Feng, that people are afraid of fame, pigs are afraid of being fat, and the first bird to stick its head out gets shot? I am a peasant girl, my ancestors have been poor farmers for eight generations. I just want to live in wealth and health and die a natural death. Now, Doctor Feng, how much do you want to pay for the house?"

The girl spoke in an old-fashioned way, but her words made sense.

Feng Shouren sighed and laughed, "Miss Song is too self-deprecating. I wonder how much you want to sell it for?"

Song Jinxiu stretched out a finger.

She thought, since Doctor Li gave one thousand taels, then Doctor Feng should also give one thousand taels, to be impartial. Even if they talked about it later, no one would blame her for being partial.

Feng Shouren nodded, "Ten thousand taels? Okay, deal."

"Cough cough cough..." Song Jinxiu quickly turned her back to cover up her gaffe.

Ten thousand taels?

"Well, Doctor Feng, actually, you don't need so much." Song Jinxiu stammered.

If she accepted the offer of 12,000 taels, she would feel psychologically pressured.

Feng Shouren laughed, and this time it was a hearty laugh.

"Don't worry, Miss Song. I'll give you 10,000 taels to buy out this prescription. I'll make a profit. If the prescription is accepted by the Military Medical Headquarters, not only will I be promoted, but my master will also be rewarded with a great achievement."

Song Jinxiu remembered what Doctor Li said, that they were valued by the family because of the recipe of Ma Fei San, and would be transferred to the headquarters in Beijing soon. In their family, this was also a disguised promotion, right?

"Okay, Doctor Feng is a good man who speaks his mind. I'll give you 10,000 taels. Deal."

Song Jinxiu was in a good mood. She took out a sketchbook and pencil from her purse (space) and started to work in one go.

Not only did he write down the recipe for the anesthetic pills, he also included the recipe for a hemostatic pill.

"Doctor Feng, buy one get one free, you won't lose out on this ten thousand taels."

Feng Shouren was ecstatic as he took the prescription. "Thank you, young lady! If the hemostatic pill works well, you will be a great contributor to Cangwu. Are you sure you don't want my master to report your contribution?"

"No, no, Doctor Feng, I've already said that I'm just a commoner, a peasant girl. I don't want to be in the spotlight. I just want a peaceful life. Please don't tell anyone about me."

"Well, everyone has their own aspirations. Miss Song likes quietness, so Feng will keep his mouth shut."

"Let me see the recipe." Su Mo finally opened his heavy eyelids.

Song Jinxiu frowned. How come this guy woke up so quickly?

"My dear, are you awake? How do you feel? This anesthetic pill really doesn't hurt?"

Doctor Feng asked with concern while handing over the prescription.

"Yeah, the pain isn't noticeable."

Su Mo took the prescription, his eyes flickering slightly. Although the handwriting was ordinary, it was neither regular script nor running script. It was unique and occasionally missing some parts.

But the words flow smoothly between the lines, revealing a sense of elegance.

The pen strokes were smooth yet sharp, the characters were grey, not ink, and on such a piece of paper, there were thousands of small characters densely written.

And this paper is better than the one he used in the capital.

"Miss Song, where did you get this paper and pen?"

Song Jinxiu frowned: Is there something wrong with this kid? Why are you focusing on paper and pen instead of looking at the prescription?

In order not to arouse suspicion, she didn't dare to use a fountain pen and chose a pencil.

I didn't expect this guy to have such sharp eyes.

"Oh, Doctor Li gave it to me." Song Jinxiu said perfunctorily.

Doctor Li, Li Fangling?

Su Mo glanced at the paper in his hand and said to Song Jinxiu:

"If you don't want to get into trouble, don't get too close to the Li family. Especially don't sell the recipe you have to them. Be careful not to get into trouble."

"Ah? Oh, then this recipe..."

Song Jinxiu pointed at the paper in his hand with some concern.

Yes, she was careless. Could it be that there was something wrong with her IQ? Song Jinxiu rubbed her head.

In the space, the treasure-hunting rat Junjun also rubbed his head. Could it be that his golden elixir affected his master's IQ?

“Pah, pah, pah, this divine beast is a descendant of the super divine beast, the Sky Devouring Beast, and is extremely intelligent.

The master's IQ must have been severely damaged and hasn't fully recovered yet. It seems that I need to find some good things to replenish the master's brain."

Su Mo's words reminded Song Jinxiu of the truth that "a man is innocent unless he possesses a treasure."

When power is unequal, it's better to keep a low profile and be cautious. She still has to die of old age!

When Doctor Feng saw Song Jinxiu's look, he wondered if this little girl wanted to go back on her word.

He looked at his master with a sad look: Master, what are you talking about? Are you shooting yourself in the foot?

Su Mo couldn't help but laugh and cry.

"Don't worry, I'm different from the Li family. You can trust me."

Song Jinxiu remained silent.

We are all strangers, no one belongs to anyone, so who can we rely on?

At the beginning, my senior brother had said that as long as he was there, he would be able to protect her.

But hasn't she already come to this godforsaken place?

No matter how solemnly you swear, if he is not around, you will be out of reach when danger comes.

Moreover, my senior sister also said that even if you sleep in the same bed with two men, they may have different dreams.

It is better to rely on yourself than on others, so now that she is alone, she has to be careful.

Seeing Song Jinxiu's noncommittal expression, Su Mo couldn't help but said seriously:

"I will repay your life-saving grace with all my heart. Miss Song, please wait patiently for three years. If I am still alive after three years, I will ensure that you live a prosperous and healthy life and die a natural death."

Ok?

Looking at Su Mo's determined and sincere eyes, Song Jinxiu raised her eyebrows. Is he trying to curry favor with someone?

But what does it mean to wait for you for three years? If you are still alive?

It seems that this kid knows that he has a life full of misfortunes?

That’s right, he was seriously injured twice in less than a month. If he hadn’t met me, he would probably be just a pile of bones by now, right?

Thinking of such a handsome young general turned into a pile of bones, Song Jinxiu couldn't help but feel a chill.

Seeing Song Jinxiu looking at him, frowning and pouting, Su Mo blushed.

He asked angrily, "You don't believe me?"