Rebirth: I Raise a Husband in Another World

After two days of riding in a carriage, Lin Han finally arrived at the provincial capital. He got off the carriage and breathed in the fresh air.

I sighed in my heart: Huh, we are finally here. I didn’t expect the provincial capital to be so far away from Qinghe County.

It is said that Qinghe County is a village under the jurisdiction of Huai'an Prefecture that is relatively close to the prefectural capital. Counties like Qingyuan County and Qinglian County may take four or five days to reach by horse carriage.

It seems I need to buy a horse, as riding in a carriage is still a bit slow.

It was evening when Lin Han arrived at the provincial capital. He was exhausted from the long journey, but he didn't care. After dinner, he went out to inquire about the market price of ginseng and Ganoderma lucidum.

It is worthy of being the provincial capital. In modern times, it would be equivalent to the capital of a province. You can imagine how prosperous it is.

The shops in the city are also open at night, and almost every shop has candles lit.

Because the lampshades outside the candles are of different colors, the colors of the light emitted by the candles are also different, making the streets colorful.

Lin Han thought: It turns out that it’s not that the imperial court doesn’t allow the existence of night markets, but that the residents of Taoyuan Town are too poor.

Most of the people who come to the town to buy things come from the village early in the day, and go back in the afternoon after buying things. They will not stay in the town overnight, and often they do not come back for more than ten or twenty days.

As for the residents of the town, they thought that it would be better to buy things during the day instead of at night.

Therefore, it is not that the shops in the town cannot afford to light candles, but it would be a waste to light them. After all, few people will come even if they light them, so it is better not to light them. The more money you can save, the better.

After a night of inquiries, Lin Han found out the price of ginseng. For example, ginseng that is about 30 years old and weighs about 20 grams can be sold for dozens to hundreds of taels of silver.

The older the ginseng is, the more valuable it is. A ginseng that is about fifty years old and weighs about one hundred grams can be sold for hundreds to thousands of taels of silver.

When Lin Han went to inquire about the news, he found that there were eight medical clinics in the city, three of which were called Jishidiang.

What a coincidence, the name of the clinic is exactly the same as the one in Taoyuan Town, word for word.

Lin Han stood in the distance, looking at the sign of the largest of the three medical clinics called Jishidiang.

I couldn't help but wonder in my heart: Could the Jishiditang in Taoyuan Town be a branch of this Jishiditang?

Maybe the Jishidiang in the provincial capital is also a branch, and its real headquarters is in the capital, just like those modern milk tea shops.

In prosperous areas, there are several milk tea shops with the same name on one street. As for whether it is the same as I thought, I will wait for a chance to go to Beijing to check it out.

In fact, it was very similar to what Lin Han thought. Except for the largest clinic in Beijing, other clinics called Jishidiang were its branches, spread all over the country.

The founder of Jishidiang was the former emperor’s savior, the skilled and skilled doctor.

He founded Jishidiang because he felt that the medical skills of doctors on the market at that time were not advanced enough (excluding the imperial doctors in the palace) and were limited to previous medical books when treating patients.

He passed on his medical skills to the apprentices of Jishidiang at that time. Each apprentice had different talents and could learn different amounts of knowledge.

When they had learned enough, the genius doctor asked them to draw lots to decide the ownership of several clinics.

After the drawing of lots, they each opened their own clinics, and their reputations as miracle doctors grew.

Their descendants inherited the clinic and continued to develop Jishidiang.

They opened one branch after another, and gradually, Jishidiang spread throughout Daqian.

After the drawing of lots, the miracle doctor disappeared and no one knew where he went, including the former emperor.

The previous emperor was a wise ruler. He regarded the miracle doctor as his confidant, and the miracle doctor was also his savior.

Since the miracle doctor was able to leave quietly, it means that he didn't want others to know where he went.

The previous emperor knew that the genius doctor liked a free and easy life and did not want to receive too much attention. The ten years he had stayed in the capital to teach medical skills was the limit of what the genius doctor could endure.

His apprentice had learned a lot, and if he didn't leave now, when would he leave? That's why the former emperor didn't send anyone to look for the miracle doctor. He believed that if they were destined to meet, they would meet.

For more than ten years afterwards, the former emperor never saw the miracle doctor until he was on his deathbed, when the miracle doctor appeared.

The miracle doctor came to see his old friend for the last time, and he closed his eyes without a trace of regret and fell asleep in the ground.

That was the last time people saw the miracle doctor. From then on, there was no news of him and no one ever saw him again.

Maybe someone has seen it, but he (she) doesn’t know that it is a miracle doctor.

This is a perfect dividing line

After hearing the good news, Lin Han returned to the inn to sleep with satisfaction. He planned to sell the ginseng in the space early tomorrow morning, then go around the city, buy some things and go back.

After a good night's sleep, Lin Han slept until he woke up naturally the next day. After waking up, he had breakfast in the inn before going out.

Lin Han changed his clothes and put on a beard before entering the city. People who were not very close to him would definitely not recognize him.

Lin Han first went to the largest medical clinic in the city and sold the fifty-year-old ginseng weighing one hundred grams.

There are many patients in the clinic, but none of them seem to have serious illnesses, otherwise the expressions on their faces would be more serious.

The guy who was responsible for receiving Lin Han, when he saw the ginseng Lin Han took out from his body and heard Lin Han say that he wanted to sell ginseng, his already enthusiastic attitude became even more enthusiastic.

He happily introduced to Lin Han the prices of various ginsengs in the clinic, and that the prices of ginsengs from different years were different.

Lin Han handed the ginseng to the waiter, who casually asked, "Sir, this ginseng you have is of good quality. It's hard to buy, so why did you decide to sell it?"

Don't get me wrong, the guy has no bad intentions. It's just that something happened in the clinic a long time ago, and that's why he became like this.

The story goes like this: a prodigal son was deceived and secretly sold the rare and valuable medicinal herbs in his home.

Later, the family found out about it, took some money and went to the clinic, demanding that the medicine be returned to them.

If they refused to return the herbs, they would make a scene in front of the clinic. The clinic had no choice but to return the herbs to them, thinking that harmony brings wealth.

From then on, the clinic had an additional rule: whenever someone came to the clinic to buy rare and good medicinal materials, they would politely ask where they came from and explain that once the money and goods were paid, no refunds would be given.

Lin Han, the big liar, opened his mouth and spoke without hesitation. He looked depressed when he heard this: "Alas, this ginseng was dug by my father in the deep mountains and old forests. He said he wanted it to be a family heirloom for me.

If it were any other time, I wouldn't be willing to sell it, but unfortunately things didn't go as I wished.

My father was injured while hunting in the mountains. In order to save him, our family had no money left.

There was no other way. I couldn't just watch my father die, so I had to sell this ginseng.

I heard that your Jishitang sells medicinal herbs at a fair price, so I came all the way to the capital to sell them."

Seeing that Lin Han's expression didn't seem fake and his tone was sincere, the guy believed it most of the time.