“No need to be so polite, Madam Jiang, just call me Brother Han,” Han’s father said, then pulled out a stack of silver notes from his sleeve. “Madam Jiang, please accept this!”

"What's this?" Jiang Nuan's eyes caught sight of a stack of thousand-tael silver notes. Her heart raced, and her tone lost its previous composure. "What are you going to do with this?"

“This 30,000 taels of silver is rightfully yours, Madam Jiang,” Han’s father said slowly. “The roast meat recipe you gave me before is very popular in the capital. In less than a month, it has already brought in 20,000 taels.”

"So," Jiang Nuan said, somewhat speechless, "what do you mean by giving me 30,000 taels?"

I provided the formula and marketing strategy myself, and we agreed that I would only need 20% of the ingredients.

“I didn’t mean anything by it,” Mr. Han quickly explained. “I didn’t want to buy it out; I just wanted to ask for something.”

The more Han's father spoke, the more embarrassed he became.

"Ask me?" Jiang Nuan was quite puzzled. "What is it?"

"Well," Mr. Han said somewhat embarrassedly, "could you sell me two jars of that ginseng wine you made last time?"

"Ginseng wine?" Jiang Nuan didn't react.

"It's the ginseng wine you gave Han Yi as a return gift," Han's father reminded him, "It's been almost a month."

"What's wrong with the wine?" Jiang Nuan asked tentatively.

When she made the medicinal wine, she deliberately left it to sit for a few days.

Four jars were brewed in total. One jar was given to Han Yi as a return gift, and the other two jars were sent to the elders of both families. The jar at home has been half-drunk, and no problems have been found.

"The wine is very good, especially nourishing. I'd like to buy some," Han's father paused, then explained calmly, "I know that the medicinal wine I make is very precious. I won't take advantage of you. How about ten thousand taels for a jar?"

This concerns his lifelong happiness, so Mr. Han was a little nervous.

To be honest, even if I don't want to admit I'm getting old, I am getting on in years, and after being a womanizer for so long, it's inevitable that I'll start to feel powerless.

For the sake of his male dignity and to continue his womanizing ways, he spared no expense in seeking out various famous doctors and taking all sorts of expensive pills. However, as he grew older, he became increasingly unable to perform.

How can this be allowed? There's no joy in being human at all!

Just as he was about to consume the potent drug to maintain his dignity, he accidentally discovered the wine his son had left in the study.

I tried it and it tasted pretty good, so I started drinking a few cups before meals every day.

About ten days later, he suddenly realized something was wrong. He hadn't even had time to take any supplements, yet he was becoming more and more adept at it, giving him the illusion of returning to his peak.

This discovery kept him so excited that he couldn't sleep all night.

After thinking it over, I realized that the only problem was with the jar of wine I had been drinking, so I took it to a doctor I trusted for a checkup.

The doctor said with a sigh, "I am far inferior to anyone who can prepare medicinal wine. I don't know what method was used to ensure that not a single bit of the medicinal properties were wasted, while allowing the effects to be exerted gently and nourishing the body. This jar of wine is priceless."

If Jiang Nuan heard this, she would definitely think it was nonsense.

She bought the ginseng from a pharmacy, where it had already been processed. She simply soaked it in water from her spatial storage overnight and then left it to sit in her space for a few days.

As for why I did this, I just wanted to conduct an experiment to see if well water would have any effect on inanimate objects.

Later, noticing nothing different, I forgot about it.

"Ginseng wine? Ten thousand for a jar?" Jiang Nuan asked incredulously. "Are you sure?"

“If Madam Jiang thinks it’s too low,” Han’s father said nonchalantly, “I can add a little more.”

After all, having offspring is the most important thing. It would be such a pity if the Han family, with so much money, didn't have any descendants.

That disobedient brat Han Yi doesn't count.

“No,” Jiang Nuan clutched her chest to calm herself, “that wine is just made with ordinary old ginseng, nothing special. You don’t need to spend money. I’ll just take the remaining half jar from home back to you.”

This person is absolutely insane!

The cost of four jars of wine was only: 36 taels of silver for ginseng and 2 taels for the wine itself, averaging less than 10 taels per jar.

This guy is an idiot, confirmed!

“That won’t do,” Han’s father shook his head. “It has to be paid in silver, ten thousand taels a jar, and I’ll take as many as you have.”

“That’s all. There’s only half a jar left at home,” Jiang Nuan said, spreading her hands. “You should take the money back.”

Unfortunately, so much money wasn't hers, and she was genuinely tempted.

Thirty thousand taels! Without good fortune, even after years of hard work, that's all you'll get.

"Only half a jar left?" Father Han was anxious. "Madam Jiang, who brewed this medicinal wine? Could you please introduce me? I will reward you handsomely."

"I brewed this myself?" Jiang Nuan asked, puzzled. "What, is this medicinal wine very good?"

"It's not just good, it's absolutely fantastic," Han's father said with a hint of fervor. "Madam Jiang, if you can still make these medicinal wines, I'll take them all, ten thousand taels a jar, I mean it."

Is that crazy?

Jiang Nuan was startled by Han's father's fanaticism. She tentatively asked, "What is the use of this medicinal wine?"

What's it for? This stumped Han's father.

Are you suggesting I say "so-and-so"?

He coughed to cover his embarrassment and said awkwardly, "Nourishing, yes, it's nourishing."

He had never seen anything more nourishing than this; it was far better than tiger penis or deer kidney.

Those things, even if you eat two pounds of them, will only keep you going for one night; but these wines get stronger the more you drink.

Upon hearing this, Jiang Nuan paused for a moment, then cautiously asked, "Have you been drinking this for many days in a row?"

Her family members still had to work, and drinking would interfere with their work, so she only dared to let them have a drink occasionally.

Moreover, Jiang Nuan discovered a loophole: because the whole family practiced the cultivation technique, she subconsciously attributed all the benefits to the technique, which was not objective.

"It'll only take about ten days, and it'll only be half an ounce a day." Father Han asked, puzzled, "What does that have to do with this?"

“It’s okay,” Jiang Nuan lowered her eyes to hide her surprise, “I was just asking casually.”

Despite saying that, Jiang Nuan quickly analyzed the entire incident.

She herself never expected that the medicinal wine she gave as a return gift would lead to such an unexpected incident.

First of all, ordinary medicinal wine certainly won't have this effect; the problem must lie in the space available.

So here's the question: if a windfall suddenly beckons, should you take it or not?

If I accept the offer, there will definitely be risks involved.

I'll take it; the money must be tempting.

I'll take it; the money must be tempting.

I'll take it; the money must be tempting.

Okay, three to one, let's accept!

After making the decision, Jiang Nuan looked at Han's father again, as if he were a glittering mountain of gold.

"Madam Jiang, speak frankly, can you sell yourself to me?" Han's father felt uneasy under Jiang Nuan's bright eyes and subconsciously lowered his voice considerably.

He always felt like a piece of fat meat that had been eaten clean.

“Yes, definitely, but,” Jiang Nuan said hesitantly, “this ginseng wine requires fifty-six processes and seventy-two kinds of precious medicinal herbs. If Brother Han wants it now, I’m afraid it will be a bit difficult.”

"Is that really true?" Mr. Han was very skeptical. "I asked the doctor, and he said that nothing else was added to the medicinal wine except for the old ginseng."