Chapter 34 Chapter 34 The pharmacy is in danger!

With Old Lady Cui blocking the way, Cui Han couldn't say anything to the little bastard, nor could he hit him. He could only toss his sleeves in frustration and said angrily:

"Why don't you go back to your room and review your lessons? If you still can't even pass the exam to become a scholar, get out of this house!"

Cui Xin was waiting for him to say this, so he raised his heels and rolled away quickly.

Seeing his behavior, Cui Han was so angry that he blew his beard and glared.

"Okay, don't be angry. He's just a kid. Why are you arguing with him?"

Old Mrs. Cui waved her hand to dismiss the servants and called Cui Han to her side.

"Although the pill is a rare item, the prescription is even more precious." Her cloudy eyes revealed greed.

Cui Han agreed, "You're right. The reason his Qibao Meiran Pills are so effective must be because of their unique recipe."

"Didn't you say the place selling the pills is just a small pharmacy?" Old Mrs. Cui licked her lips and suggested, "Why don't we take the prescription and find someone to make it ourselves?"

Isn't it a hundred times better to hold the prescription in your hand than to buy the pills?

Cui Han also thought this method was feasible, so he asked:

"Then mother, how much do you think is a reasonable price to pay for that prescription?"

The old lady glared at him, as if she had heard some fairy tale, and started yelling.

"What! You have to pay for it?" She said confidently, "You are the county magistrate! What's wrong with asking him for a small prescription?"

Under normal circumstances, he might have taken advantage of his position and come to ask for the prescription. But right now, he was worried about the adoption, which was the most important matter. If something went wrong at this critical moment, it would be bad.

Besides, it would be bad for his reputation if news of robbery spread, so it’s not worth it for such a recipe.

Seeing that her son insisted on buying it with money, Mrs. Cui had no choice but to slowly raise a skinny finger.

"Then give him a hundred taels of silver," she muttered. "That's all, no more!"

It seemed as if paying one more ounce of silver would cost her life!

Cui Han hesitated: "This... isn't good, right?"

Each Qibao Meixu Pill in that pharmacy costs ten taels of silver. You want to buy their prescription with a hundred taels? What's the difference between this and robbery?

"What's wrong with that?" Old Madam Cui poked Cui Han's forehead with her fingertips, looking very disappointed. "You've been the county magistrate for so long! How come you can't even do such a small thing?"

She said as if it was a matter of course, "Giving him a hundred taels is a compliment to him."

Cui Han couldn't bear to disobey his mother, so he could only respond submissively, "Mother, you're right. I'll send someone in a few days."

Old Mrs. Cui had suffered from poverty in her early years. When she was at her poorest, she had to beg for money from the Dingyuan Marquis' Mansion to support her son, who became a juren.

I thought that having a son who became an official would mean that I would finally be able to make a name for myself, but I didn't expect that this son would be so disappointing. After decades of struggling, he ended up being a county magistrate!

If this continues, when will she be able to become a noble lady like the old lady of Marquis Dingyuan?

As a county magistrate, he was so stupid that he couldn't even make money, and his family lived a tight life.

In the end, they had to rely on her to make some money, and later they were able to do business with the merchants in Qingkang Town, and the family finally had some spare money. Whenever she thought of this, she felt anxious.

How could such a smart person like her raise such a useless son? !

"Get out quickly and don't hang around in front of me. It makes me annoyed." Old Mrs. Cui started to drive people away.

Although he didn't know why his mother suddenly lost her temper, he was already used to it.

"Yes, mother, have a good rest. Your son will take his leave now."

While they were talking, neither of them noticed a dark shadow flash past outside the window.

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When Aunt Wang heard that the Zhao family had finished eating the sack of potatoes, she hurried over to send another sack.

Cui Cen hit the nail on the head.

He didn't know whether he should be sad or happy. He was happy that he could eat potato flour again, but he was sad that his hands might be sore for several days.

Two days passed in a blink of an eye. After several days of pickling, Aunt Cui’s fermented bean curd was finally ready.

Although Zhao Mingsheng had told Aunt Zou the location of the steamed bun stall in detail, Aunt Zou also said that she could do it alone.

But when it was time to set off, Zhao Mingsheng was still worried, so he went along.

It just so happened that Meng's mother said that the embroidery thread at home had run out, so she happened to go to the town to bring some back.

When they arrived in the town, Zhao Mingsheng first took Aunt Zou to find the stall selling steamed buns.

He is still there.

As soon as he saw Zhao Mingsheng, his eyes seemed to light up.

"Girl, you're finally here!" There was a hint of resentment in her tone, "Why do you only come once in so long? After that day, people asked me every day why I didn't put fermented bean curd in my steamed buns anymore."

The uncle selling steamed buns calculated that his sales in the past few days were worse than before.

"Some people simply refuse to buy anything when they hear there's no fermented bean curd." As he spoke, he almost shed tears of sorrow.

Zhao Mingsheng had not expected such a big change to the steamed bun stall, and he quickly pushed out the four clay pots of fermented bean curd that he and Aunt Zou had brought.

"I'm sorry, uncle." She pointed to Aunt Zou beside her and said, "These are all pickled by this lady. You can agree on a time and quantity. I'll deliver them on time in the future, so you don't have to wait like this."

Seeing twice as much fermented bean curd as the previous day, the uncle smiled. "Okay, okay, I'll take all of them."

He turned to Aunt Zou and asked, "Can you send me four cans of fermented bean curd every seven days?"

This time when she put the fermented bean curd into the clay pot, she specifically counted the number of fermented bean curd in one pot. There were 150 pieces of fermented bean curd in total for the four pots, which was 600 pieces of fermented bean curd.

If we calculate based on the price of two cents for three pieces of fermented bean curd, these four cans of fermented bean curd would cost a total of four hundred cents!

If it is delivered once every seven days, you will get one tael and two qian of silver in a month!

In the past, Aunt Zou could not even imagine earning so much in a month. Her husband worked hard from dawn to dusk all month and only earned one or two taels of silver.

In addition, although making tofu is tiring, pickling fermented bean curd is just a matter of time and does not require much effort.

Thinking of this, Aunt Zou nodded hurriedly, "Of course!"

They originally wanted to settle the money for the four cans of fermented bean curd they bought today, but the uncle selling steamed buns didn't expect them to come today, and he didn't have enough money on him, so he was still short of some.

Zhao Mingsheng originally wanted to say forget it and just pay it back next time he came, but the uncle directly said there was no need to wait until next time.

The steamed buns in the steamer are just cooked.

He turned around and shouted, "Buy steamed buns! Freshly baked hot buns~" He added, "We have fermented bean curd today!"

As soon as they heard his shout, a group of people gathered around him.

Judging from the situation, Zhao Mingsheng thought that he would be able to collect the money in no time.

Aunt Zou suggested that she stay and wait, letting Zhao Mingsheng take care of her own business.

Zhao Mingsheng nodded in agreement. He took advantage of this time to buy the embroidery thread that Meng wanted. After buying the thread, he could stop by the pharmacy on the way.

She walked along this busy street and went directly to the largest embroidery workshop in the town, where the embroidery threads were more complete and the prices were higher.

As soon as I entered, I found it quite lively inside. There were at least three or five people coming to choose embroidery patterns and handkerchiefs.

There was another man among them, and it seemed that he came with the woman who was picking a handkerchief next to him.

The man behaved frivolously, and in public, his hand was still lingering around the waist of the woman next to him.

The woman was not angry. She kept picking up the handkerchief, laughing and scolding him, and she looked so delicate that she almost leaned into his arms.

Except for the staff, everyone else in the store was kept away from them, but they still acted as if they were their own people.

"Cui Lang, do you think I look good with this handkerchief?" The woman said in a soft and artificial voice.

Zhao Mingsheng heard the word "Cui" in a trance. He looked up and glanced over there, and saw the woman holding a handkerchief with half her face covered, in a seductive posture.

The maidservant waiting in the shop nearby was afraid that the half-wall-thick powder on her face would get rubbed onto her handkerchief, but she didn't dare to remind her. She was so worried that even her eyebrows were wrinkled and twisted.

Zhao Mingsheng only felt that it was an eyesore, but fortunately the man was very happy with it and praised:

"It suits you very well. If you like it, buy it."

After saying that, he waved his hand and threw a silver ingot directly on the table.

The maid beside her breathed a sigh of relief and said, "Just buy it. Let her use it if she wants." She quickly put the silver on the table away.

"Cui Lang, you are so nice to me!" The woman waved her handkerchief casually, and a strong scent of powder wafted over.

Zhao Mingsheng subconsciously held her breath and stood to the left. She didn't want to be smoked. If she didn't have to buy embroidery thread for Meng, she might have turned around and left.

Cui Xin has recently been dating Liu Yingying, the top girl in Yanliu Pavilion.

What he loved most was her oriole-like voice, which could always make him cry out in a way that moved him at the right time.

The two were really in love, so Cui Xin even agreed to Liu Yingying's request to accompany her shopping, which led to the scene of the two of them picking out handkerchiefs.

Just as I was picking, a woman's voice suddenly came from the side.

"Boss, let me see what embroidery thread you have."

The voice was melodious and beautiful, like the sound of nature.

What about orioles and nightingales? Their voices are far inferior to this!

Cui Xin looked in the direction of the voice and was stunned.

What kind of fairy is this?

He stared blankly and even heard Liu Yingying calling him.

When I came to my senses, Liu Yingying had already stomped her feet and ran out of the embroidery workshop.

After weighing the pros and cons, Cui Xin decided to chase after him.

Liu Yingying was just playing hard to get, and was caught up by Cui Xin before she could run two steps.

"Oh my sweetheart, don't be angry. I was wrong, isn't it okay? I'll buy you whatever you want. Just consider it my apology."

Liu Yingying wasn't that angry at first. She knew men's temperaments very well. They just wanted to have their fill.

Instead of sulking and being jealous, it's better to do something practical.

"Really?" She rolled her eyes and feigned delight. "There's a drugstore on the next street that sells Qibao Meiran Pills. I've been wanting them for a long time. Could Cui Lang buy one for me?"

"Qibao Biranwan?" Cui Xin felt as if he had heard it somewhere before and thought about it carefully.

Isn't this the recipe that grandma and dad talked about buying in the house that day?!

So he boasted, "What's one pill? I can even buy you a prescription. Let's go! Let's go to that pharmacy and take a look."