Don't ask her why she knows the price of medicinal materials. She just found out by asking three parties for prices when she was stocking up on the goods. Then she compared the prices with the current prices and got a rough estimate.

Lin Jiancheng opened his luggage bag and took out a stack of banknotes and handed them over: "Doctor Bao, please count them."

Bao Yan took the bill and started counting the money in front of several people.

No returns or exchanges will be accepted after inventory is taken in person.

"Brother, can you take the medicine home and cook it?"

The houses in the village should be close to each other. If the smell of Chinese medicine gets out, it would be troublesome, right?

“It can be made into pills, but it costs extra.”

Then Ji Zebai saw the girl opposite him puffing up her face, and then said, "Doctor Bao, it's a pity that you are a doctor. Change your career and go to the supply and marketing cooperative. It's a better place for you to work."

"It's a good suggestion, I think so too."

Ji Zebai couldn't help but smile, but this was indeed a problem.

"How much extra?"

Bao Yan raised two fingers and said, "Two industrial tickets. In the future, I can make pills out of this comrade's decoction."

"I took a lot of risks in making the medicine for you, so I refuse to bargain."

Industrial tickets are hard to come by.

Bao Yan had spent a lot of effort before but failed to get one, but he had a hunch that the three people in front of him could produce one.

Ji Zebai immediately planned to go out to find Fang Chi. He did not prepare any industrial tickets. Lin Jiancheng only had one on him, but Fang Chi might have one with him.

Lin Jiancheng took out his only industrial ticket and tried to bargain: "Doctor Bao, we..."

A hand stretched out from the side and took out a brand new industrial ticket and placed it in front of Bao Yan: "Here you go, but you have to make the pills within three days and deliver them to your door!"