Bring your aunt to eat big meat, the scumbag father's family is furious

The Shen family left with dark faces.

"This little bitch is so lucky." Liu gritted her teeth, her face twisted.

The villagers also dispersed.

"Um, Xinghe." Mu Xinghe's uncle came forward, but before he could finish his words, Mu Xinghe slammed the door shut without mercy.

It's not that he holds a grudge, but that his relatives speak too harshly.

When he went to borrow money, they not only suspected that he had failed to pass the examination for becoming a Tongsheng, but also said that his parents were short-lived. When he repeatedly begged them to pay back the money, they said that his parents deserved to die.

They don't seem like his uncles, but rather like his enemies.

As for his abilities, it's okay to suspect him of lying, but his mother just died, how can he be humiliated like this?

"Brother, there are so many things, how can we finish them?" Mu Xingyue looked at the food all over the floor.

"Let's pick out the good ones and send them to the Qiao family."

"Well, okay." Mu Xingyue thought that she would have candy to eat at Qiao's house, so she happily got busy.

Not long after the Qiao family returned home, Mu Xinghe and Mu Xingyue came over, each carrying a backpack.

"What are you doing?" Old Mrs. Qiao saw that the backpack was full of food.

"Grandma Qiao, this was just sent by the villagers. My brother and I couldn't finish it, so we sent it to you for fear that it would go bad. You have a big family." Mu Xinghe said as he put down the backpack and took out everything inside.

He looked at Qiao Xier who was busy in the kitchen.

"We're busy cleaning up the house right now, so we'll go back first." Then he took his sister and left.

"Hey, wait a minute." Old Mrs. Qiao went into the main room and chased out, stuffing a handful of sugar cakes into Qiao Xingyue's hands.

"We just had lunch, so I won't keep you here. Come to my house more often."

Feng was rummaging through the things: “This child brought all the best things the villagers gave him.

Dayong watched Mu Xinghe and the Qiao family become familiar with each other so quickly, and he was looking forward to it. After two or three days, when the house was completed, he could go and propose marriage.

Qiao Jian'er prepared a carriage to go to the county town. If she guessed correctly, those people should have arrived in the county town.

"Jian'er, I'm going too." Qiao Dayong changed into new clothes and new shoes, looking more handsome. Qiao Dayong also looked strong and masculine.

With Qiao Jianer's good medicine and the magic water every day, he is almost recovered now.

"Brother Dayong, I'm going to the county town to see if there's any work to do. Why are you following me?"

"I, you are my sister. I can't protect you. I am worried about you, a girl, going to the county town."

"Oh, I thought you were here to see if Sister Ling Yin was on the street."

Dayong was exposed and felt a little embarrassed and scratched his head.

"It's all there, and it's not just for you, Sister Ling Yin."

As autumn deepens, the afternoon sun no longer feels scorching hot, but feels warm on the body, with a cool breeze blowing from time to time.

Qiao Jian'er was not very happy, and occasionally felt nervous.

Even if I have made sufficient preparations, I still feel uneasy.

I went to Jishi Medical Clinic first. They hadn’t sold any medicine for six days, but they could only take out two boxes of each.

When Doctor Chen saw Qiao Jianer, it was like welcoming a Buddha statue. He came out of the clinic as soon as the carriage stopped at the door.

"Oh, Miss Qiao, those medicines of yours have been of great help to me. Just the day before yesterday, the county magistrate's son suddenly had a high fever. His whole body was burning hot, as if he was being roasted by fire. In the middle of the night, he sent someone to the Jishi Medical Clinic, and one medicine brought down the fever."

"If I didn't have this medicine, I don't know if I would be able to stand here and talk to you right now."

That kind of high fever is like the devil suddenly taking your life, and you're going to die the next day.

Qiao Jianer asked mysteriously, "So, how much did Doctor Chen ask for?"

Doctor Chen suddenly felt a little embarrassed, touching his chin and coughing twice.

"Not much, not much. A box of medicine sold for fifty taels."

Qiao Lian'er gave a thumbs up. She thought she was sometimes quite cunning in doing business, but it turned out that there were many people who were more cunning than her.

However, there is one good thing about Doctor Chen: he only cheats the rich and not the poor.

"Since it can be sold for so much money, should I raise the price?" Qiao Jianer felt that he had asked for too low a price at the beginning.

Doctor Chen immediately became alert: "How much will the price increase be?"

"Not too expensive, just ten taels per box."

"It suddenly doubled. This is really too much." Doctor Chen felt that he was careless and should not have told Qiao Jianer about making so much money.

"Doctor Chen, isn't it up to you to decide how much you earn? Selling medicine is about saving lives. Human life is priceless, you know that anyway."

"Besides, it's not easy for me to make these medicines."

Doctor Chen thought about it and agreed. He could just ask for a higher price for the cost, but he was afraid that the girl would not sell the medicine to him.

"Ten taels a box is fine, but I have one condition: no more price increases." Doctor Chen said with a bitter face, "If I ask for too much, people will say I'm asking for too much and have no medical ethics."

"Okay, after this time, there will be no more price increases." Qiao Jianer promised.

The reason why she called out five taels the first time was mainly because she didn't know that even though these medicines were sold at such a high price, there were people who would buy them.

"You said you'd produce a batch of medicine every three days. Six days have passed, so you should have two boxes of each."

Qiao Jianer took down a large box from the carriage. There were two boxes of each kind of medicine, twelve boxes in total.

The total is one hundred and twenty taels.

Doctor Chen held the box as if it were a great treasure.

A few hundred taels can be earned.

One hundred and twenty taels, I don’t feel bad about giving it.

Qiao Jianer calculated that there were about 320 taels of silver at home now. He would buy a big shop to rent out, and prepare the rest for collection in a few days.

"Sister, can you make so much money just by selling these pills?" Qiao Dayong was stunned. This was even easier than selling ingredients. It didn't require any effort at all.

"Yes, Brother Dayong, my medicine can save lives, and I can sell as much as I want, so Doctor Chen is very generous with it."

Anyway, these special medicines in the space are produced in batches every three days. If you don’t take them, they will expire and become useless. It’s just right to sell them now.

Qiao Jianer drove the carriage to the West Street Tile Market again, and sure enough, he saw Ling Yin and Qiu selling kimchi.

This time, there were seven or eight large jars on their stall, and several people were surrounding the stall.

After the storm, they could make money without any burden.

"Brother Dayong, go help them. There are 100 kilograms of chili powder on the carriage. You can move it down as well. I'm going to buy a shop."

Dayong tidied his clothes and got off the carriage carrying the chili powder.

The places where the carriages were circling in front were relatively remote, so nothing could be seen at first. But when they drove towards the city center, the situation changed.

Qiao Jianer saw people wearing yamen runners' uniforms, people wearing black clothes embroidered with silver flying eagles, and people in soldiers' uniforms. These three types of official people combined together, looking very imposing, and entered the teahouses, taverns and shops.

They held the document in their hands and read out the contents, which were roughly about collecting half of the grain tax, and asked the boss and shopkeeper to hand over the account book and pay half of the money.

The street began to become chaotic, people were in a panic, and saw enemies everywhere.