"Your Highness, you said that two more images have appeared in your memory. One is that you saw a woman eating sweet potato buns. She looks a lot like Lady Su."

One is that you can't see clearly, but you know that you two are engaging in marital relations. Therefore, Your Highness, it's very likely that you are already married.

Nangong Chiyu rubbed his forehead: "The more this happens, the more I want to remember my past. If I really have a wife, children, and widow at home who are starving and cold, what use is this fame and fortune to me?"

In his quest to regain his memories, Nangong Chiyu felt himself becoming somewhat obsessed, wondering why those eyes were exactly the same as Su Luo's.

Or perhaps the acupuncture needles Su Luo gave him were effective. It seems he absolutely cannot give up; he must remember.

"Chi Yi, I asked you to investigate Su Luo's past. Have you finished?"

Although only a day has passed, Chi Yi has already grasped Su Luo's basic information. As the only female official in this dynasty, many people are investigating her past.

If you want to know something, you only need to ask around, and you'll find out. It's no secret anymore.

"Your Highness, I have learned some things. Madam Su only has a mother-in-law, a son and a daughter. The daughter is seven years old this year. You have met her daughter, Yi Huan."

The rest was similar to what Yi Huan had said that day: their father had been conscripted into the army and died in battle; the two children were posthumous.

Saying that was as good as saying nothing, Nangong Chiyu had a terrible headache. He took out the herbal oil that Yi Huan had given him and rubbed it on his head, which made him feel much better.

Looking at the herbal oil in his hand, a scheming glint flashed in Nangong Chiyu's eyes.

"What's the point of things that everyone else knows? If I want to know, I'll know things that others don't."

Su Luo and the others aren't staying at Doctor Du's house. Tomorrow, we'll invite Yi Huan to Prince Yu's residence to play and tell her that everyone misses her.

Deep down, Nangong Chiyu still felt that Su Luo was connected to the woman in his mind. He thought he could try to coax Yi Huan into a happy mood and see if he could get some useful information out of her.

"Yes, Your Highness. I will go and invite Miss Yi Huan over tomorrow."

...

Su Luo carried the jade pillow back to her room. The jade, with its bluish-white color, was slightly warm to the touch, clearly a fine piece.

Su Luo felt more at ease putting it in her spatial storage.

She planted a lot of dryland rice in the space, but she's stopped now and is planting only cabbages.

The cabbages here can be harvested every five days, just enough to supply Fumanlou in the capital. However, when she takes them out, she has to go to the suburbs and find someone to transport them to Fumanlou.

Su Luo planted them just two days ago, and now the seedlings are very tender and have already started to form buds.

Su Luo pulled out the stunted seedlings so that the strong ones could absorb nutrients better and grow better.

While Su Luo was still inside the spatial dimension, someone knocked on the door of the outer room. Su Luo came out of the spatial dimension, washed her hands, and said to the person outside, "Coming!"

The door opened, and there was Du Siyuan.

"Grandmaster, are you free today?"

Nothing much is happening today; Su Luo will not be entering the palace to be appointed to an official position for several more days.

"have!"

Du Siyuan clapped his hands and said, "Grandmaster, I have something important to discuss with you. It concerns our Hundred Herbs Oil Pharmacy. I'd like to make some improvements and would like to ask for your opinion."

Su Luo promised Du Siyuan that she would visit the herbal oil workshop when she had some free time, and she would take advantage of the few days she still had to go.

"Okay, let's go take a look now."

The old Du family residence was quite far away, and the two of them rode in a carriage for a long time before arriving. The location was also quite remote, so they weren't worried about the smell disturbing others while brewing the medicine.

"Grandmaster, let's go in and take a look."

The architectural style here is one of the older styles in the capital, but the wood is sturdy, befitting the legacy of a family of doctors.

"Grandmaster, the Du family's old residence is a three-courtyard complex, with each courtyard having two floors. Only one courtyard was used for making the herbal oil."

The second layer is used to make Sichuan fritillary bulb and loquat syrup and licorice granules. It is now late January, the season of cold and flu, and these three herbs are effective in treating colds.

The medicine we produce is only enough to supply pharmacies within the capital city.

Du Siyuan told Su Luo about the actual situation. He felt that the pharmacy should be thriving right now, but production was stuck.

"Siyuan, this courtyard is in a remote area. Have you reported it to the authorities?"

"Don't worry, Master. I've obtained all the necessary certificates. Whenever there's a new drug, I'll have it tested by the government before selling it."

Furthermore, given that my father was a royal physician and our Du family has a century-old tradition of medical expertise, the government will naturally have even greater trust in us.

As they talked, the two walked to the courtyard where the herbal oil was being boiled. Seven large pots were boiling, and the pots were filled with medicine apprentices trained by the Du family.

The medicine was prepared according to the prescription, with each person handling one step of the process, until finally it was packaged and placed into porcelain bottles.

Su Luo changed the packaging of Baicao Oil before the New Year, requiring that an instruction manual be attached to each bottle of Baicao Oil.

Regardless of whether ordinary people can understand it or not, there will always be someone who needs the instruction manual. The porcelain vase is not big, and the font in the instruction manual must be very small.

Everything was going smoothly except for the production output, which was stuck at the instruction manual point.

Du Siyuan hired six teachers to write it, but they still couldn't finish it.

"Grandmaster, the reason I invited you here is to talk to you. Why don't we just stop writing this instruction manual? It's a waste of manpower and it also restricts production."

These literate and well-written teachers are not cheap to hire; they cost at least five taels of silver a month.

Six people are not enough right now, and I estimate that even ten more wouldn't be enough. The herbal oil can't be sold, and neither can the fritillaria cirrhosa syrup and licorice granules.

Every medicine requires a new instruction manual, and aside from our costs, the manual writer alone takes up a large portion of our profits.

Du Siyuan had calculated that since January of this year, after Su Luo wanted to add instructions, the production of this medicine was only enough to break even and cover their share of the hard-earned money.

They could make more money by simply selling herbs; the instruction manual is killing them.

Su Luo also thought it over carefully and felt that Du Siyuan's thoughts were correct. She was a businesswoman, and having goods that she couldn't sell was no different from constipation.

"Siyuan, the instruction manual is essential. We must sell our products with the instruction manual included. This is how it is now, and it must continue to be so in the future."

As for the instruction manual, we'll think of a solution later.

No matter how many methods there are, writing is still necessary. Du Siyuan tried every possible solution, rejecting all teachers who wrote slowly and keeping only those who wrote quickly, but he still couldn't keep up.

After looking at the Chuanbei Loquat Syrup and Licorice Granules, everyone did a great job. The only problem was with the instructions.

These two medicines treat a wide range of ailments and are taken orally. The inscriptions are also more detailed than those for the herbal oil, with one of them requiring the work of ten different people.

The number of people writing the instructions alone is enough to fill another drug production line.