Shipin Dalizheng

Rong An was about to say that he would also leave from here, but he couldn't say it because he had been eating with the people in the compound these days and there was meat at every meal.

At that time, they felt that if this matter was not explained clearly and resolved, there would be big trouble in the future. A few people picked up firewood and hurried down the mountain, wanting to discuss a plan with Rong Tang.

Rong An looked guilty. "It's not that we're being picky, it's just that villagers are like this. Every penny has to be settled. When we came here, we agreed that we don't need the wages for the past few days. They will all be counted as our food. After this, we can either go back home to eat or cook separately. It depends on who in the compound is doing the work. They will also be paid for it, otherwise we're taking advantage of the prince. In addition, this wine recipe belongs to the prince. Even though we're doing business in partnership, we have to be fair. The recipe and the work have to be settled separately. How about this: I'll give you 30% of the recipe, and the work will be paid as wages. We'll also divide the profits proportionally."

Rong Tang was speechless. He was a carefree person and never cared about who ate or drank. But Rong An was right about one thing: there is no order without rules. No matter how small the business was, the accounts had to be calculated carefully, and not a single penny could be wrong.

"The wages for the past few days will be calculated as they should be. The food expenses are all mine. We'll talk about it from tomorrow on. So, let's sign a contract and put our fingerprints on it so we can talk later."

"That's right." Rong An was overjoyed. He finally figured out the matter.

The Rong family went to sign the deed, and Rong An called Chuncao to reconcile the accounts. The town had spent seven taels and five qian of silver. Although the bronze vessels sent to the capital had not been paid for in cash, they would still be paid for later. Furthermore, there were over four thousand seven hundred catties of inferior wine remaining in the main courtyard's warehouse. Even if we rounded it up to four thousand seven hundred catties, that would be forty-seven taels, which also had to be accounted for.

That day, Rong An took ten taels, leaving two taels and five qian to put back in the box. He then paid for the wine to Chuncao, leaving only twenty-three taels, three hundred wen in loose change, and a silver note for one thousand taels.

Rong An sighed. He originally thought that seventy-nine taels and eight hundred wen was a lot, but the equipment only used less than ten taels to produce the wine. The one thousand taels from Prince Tang might not be used, and the villagers could get a bigger share of the profit.

Now it seems that the raw materials alone are a big expense, and we will use even more when we buy sorghum to make our own wine later.

By the way, if you still need the wine shop, you will have to pay extra rent, which is not a small amount.

After checking the accounts, Rong Tang also signed the deed. "Take it to the masters, Clan Leader Wang, Clan Leader Li, and the village chief. Everyone who contributed funds must put their fingerprints on it. Make two copies. I'll take one, and anyone else can take the other."

Rong An took a quick look and found an unfamiliar name, "Zheng Changning? There's no one with the last name Zheng in our village."

Rong Tang casually said, "Oh, he's also a shareholder. But don't worry, his 10% will come from me."

After all, he paid one thousand taels, so taking ten percent is not too much, right?

(Zheng Changning: Rong Tang, does your conscience hurt?)

Rong Tang touched his chest and said, "Sorry, it doesn't hurt at all."

The matter was resolved, and everyone went to the backyard to see the wine, feeling extremely relaxed.

It was getting later and later, and finally they saw off the Third Master, Daya and Dahu's wife, and closed the door.

Rong Dashan and Rong An were in one group, while Rong Dazhu and Wang Youcai were in another. The four of them agreed to watch the night separately, and so they kept quiet. After all, the backyard was still inside the main courtyard, and they were afraid that loud noises would disturb everyone else's rest.

Rong Tang walked towards his bedroom and came across the room where Doctor Zhang was locked up. He casually asked, "Third brother, how long can the acupuncture points pressed by Doctor Zhang last? It will be harmful to your body if the blood circulation is blocked for a long time, right?"

"Doctor Zhang doesn't know martial arts, and I haven't used much internal energy, so I should be able to hold out for the night."

The room was pitch black and I hadn't heard Li Shiwa's voice for a while. I didn't know if he had gone to sleep.

"Stone kid, stone kid?"

After calling twice and no one answered, Rong San simply pushed the door open, walked in, lit the flint and turned on the lamp.

Doctor Zhang lay on the bed, still pressing Rong San's acupoints. Rong Tang wanted to laugh just watching him.

Doctor Zhang said grimly, "Don't regret it, boy."

"Why should I regret it? I..."

"Bang, bang." Before he could finish his words, it was his and Rong San's turn to lie on the ground.

At this time, Rong Si and Rong Wu, one climbed up a tree, and the other squatted outside the yard. The injured Rong Qi took special care of him and went to bed early. Chuncao was taking a bath in her room. Gui Ergou was drunk and not awake. No one in the whole yard could protect him.

Doctor Zhang got down from the bed, looking very calm. "Boy, you underestimate me, don't you? I don't know martial arts, but I know the acupuncture points and meridians of the human body. I let the little stone boy tickle me, and one of my hands can move. I can use this hand to give myself a few acupuncture needles, and the acupuncture points will be relieved, right?"

Rong Tang said hoarsely, "You used poison, how despicable."

"This is called deception in war. Let me give you acupuncture now. When you are well again, I will record your name in medical history."

Rong Tang used all his strength to move his body. He found that his condition was better than Rong San. He was motionless and unconscious, but at least he was still conscious.

"What did you do to Third Brother? Don't hurt him."

Doctor Zhang frowned, "Why would I hurt him? He just fainted and will wake up tomorrow morning. Oh my, you kid are different from others. Rong San is good at martial arts and has internal strength, but he can't withstand my divine fall, but you can still speak and move. It's amazing, I admire you. However, this can't escape the palm of my hand, the needle must be inserted."

"Wait a moment."

Seeing the needle tip flashing with a piercing cold light, Rong Tang screamed, but his voice was actually as soft as a kitten. "Let's discuss this. Doctor Zhang, if you want to create great medical achievements, you don't have to use me as an experiment. There are many people who can be used. Rong San, you can pierce Rong San. He's unconscious now and doesn't feel the pain."

Doctor Zhang was unmoved. "In the past few decades, I have only met you, a natural test subject, whose Yin and Yang meridians are blocked."

Look, look, they are not treating any disease, they are just using him as a guinea pig.

Rong Tang complained bitterly. What was going on? Did he deserve to be an experimental subject just because his pulse was special?

"Doctor Zhang, Grandpa Zhang, dear Grandpa, let's discuss this. You say it takes decades to find a pulse that's different from an ordinary person. If it goes wrong, there's no replacement. I've heard many people say you're a brilliant doctor. How about this? Tell Xiaotang what difficult and complicated illnesses you've treated. Let's analyze my "illness" carefully. How many days can you guarantee that your plan will cure it? If something goes wrong, it will tarnish your reputation, won't it?"

Doctor Zhang's expression was uncertain, as if he was thinking deeply. Rong Tang saw that he had a plan and immediately said, "Let's think of a safer plan. This acupuncture is too unreliable."

Unexpectedly, Doctor Zhang's eyes turned fierce. "I've tried everything, nothing works. This is a new treatment method I came up with. Boy, if I don't succeed, you will die!"

He raised his hand and stabbed it. Rong Tang was completely unable to move. In despair, he closed his eyes and said, "Doctor Zhang, some things cannot be solved by medical skills. Small ones may become bigger, but if they don't exist, they don't exist. They can't grow back."