Qin Zhao did not lower his voice when he said this; Ayi and Xue Ren also heard it.

Xue Ren sneered: "That bastard official got it for free."

"Is it cheap?" Jing Li blinked and asked curiously.

He didn't know about the sale of prescriptions. He only knew that one hundred taels could buy a house in the county town that was twice the size of Ayi's house.

Three hundred taels was already a huge sum in his opinion.

"Of course it's cheap." Xue Ren said seriously, "In the past, my prescription would have sold for at least one thousand taels."

The price of a prescription is related to its effectiveness, rarity, and the reputation of the doctor.

If it were more than ten years ago, when Xue Ren was still in the capital, it would not be surprising that a prescription with the assistance of the imperial physician from the Imperial Medical Bureau would be sold for a thousand taels on the market.

"You also know that is the past." Qin Zhao said calmly.

They couldn't mention Xue Ren's name, and Qin Zhao wasn't well-known, so they couldn't promote him. And although this prescription was their original creation, it was only for treating a cold.

There are many prescriptions with the same medicinal effects on the market.

As for making pills, this is not just the patent of Quhandan.

Three hundred taels is already the highest price that can be offered for this type of prescription.

Xue Ren snorted but didn't object.

Ayi also said: "Yes, ordinary cold medicine prescriptions in the county town sell for fifty or sixty taels at most, which is not a low price."

Qin Zhao said nothing more and continued to eat his dumplings. He didn't touch the better-wrapped ones, but he had almost finished the plate of fish dumplings in front of him that were so tightly wrapped that they were unrecognizable.

Jing Li felt a little embarrassed by his obvious preference and changed the subject: "Then can we still continue selling pills?"

"Yes." Qin Zhao swallowed and said calmly, "The county magistrate has agreed that we can continue to make the Quhan Pill, but we are not allowed to sell the prescription to other clinics within the county."

In other words, they can continue to sell prescriptions outside the county.

Jing Li became happy: "That's really not a loss."

But then he thought of something and asked worriedly, "Once the county magistrate gets the prescription, he will definitely hire a lot of people to make the medicine. If we don't have exclusive rights, we won't be competitive, right?"

“Everything can’t be as perfect as one wishes.”

There are gains and losses, but Qin Zhao didn't think it was a pity: "The Quhan Pill is in short supply right now. Even if we don't sell the prescription, many clinics in the county will learn from us and make other pills to treat colds."

The clinic has sufficient staff and a full range of medicinal materials, and its production of pills will be greater than theirs. The people who cannot buy the cold-relieving pills will soon settle for second best.

By then, their advantages will turn into disadvantages and they will eventually be replaced by other pills with equivalent efficacy.

Instead, he gave the business to the county magistrate. With the county magistrate's official authority, he could at least ensure that the Quhan Pill would continue to dominate the county for a while.

Ah Yi was a businessman, so he quickly figured out the key point and said, "Mr. Qin is really thoughtful."

Jing Li asked again, "What if the dog officials get the prescription and raise the price of the pills?"

"He doesn't have to," Qin Zhao said. "After our adjustments, the profit margin of the Quhan Pill is already quite high. And the reason it's so popular among the people is precisely because it's cheap. The people are not fools. If we rashly raise the price, this medicine will eventually become just an ordinary cold medicine and lose its advantages."

"...He spent several hundred taels on the prescription, so he probably didn't want to see this result."

The sale of the prescription was a foregone conclusion, and what remained was how they would divide the money.

Mr. Xue complained that Qin Zhao sold the medicine at a low price, but in fact he refused to take a penny, saying that he had only made some minor suggestions on a few points in the prescription and would not accept any reward without doing anything.

Ayi was even more unwilling to accept the money.

Since no one could convince anyone else, Qin Zhao stopped forcing them.

Anyway, the prescription is still in the shop, so even if they leave, Ayi can still make a profit by selling the cold-relieving pills.

After dinner, Qin Zhao leaned on the bed and read a book, and Jing Li brought him a cup of tea.

Qin Zhao smiled, took it and took a sip. The temperature of the tea was just right and the aroma of tea was everywhere.

The tea they brought from the village was already from last year, as the spring tea hadn't arrived yet. However, due to proper brewing techniques, the taste hadn't changed significantly.

Qin Zhao asked, "Did you learn this from Ayi?"