196 Visitors from Dali Temple
Sun Sicheng took the person to the hotel, but the back hall of the clinic was too small to accommodate this young master.
"Why are you here? Are you passing by?"
Zheng Qiuyang looked aggrieved: "How can you tell that I am just passing by? I have come all the way here, eating nothing but sand and dust."
Sun Sicheng frowned, "Is it that serious? The yield of medicinal herbs this year is pretty good, and there hasn't been much of a reduction. Besides, didn't I tell you that if I have enough for myself, I will definitely give priority to you? Don't you believe me?"
"I don't disbelieve you, Brother Sicheng. I won't feel at ease until I find you."
Zheng Qiuyang smiled bitterly. He was still too careless. There were several medicine shops in the provincial capitals that had been managed by several other cousins in recent years. Everything was fine in previous years, but who knew that this year they neglected the management of several places, and the output of medicinal materials decreased a lot. In addition, the border troops had to provide 60% more supplies, which was simply adding insult to injury.
These places had been in the hands of them father and son in the past few years. The grandfather was tired of their constant entanglement and gave some of them away two years ago.
Now that things have happened, my grandfather is very upset, but what’s the use of being upset?
The father got angry and the property was taken back into the hands of them, but the gap was really big and the medicinal materials market outside had begun to change.
The prices have gone up a lot, and many drug dealers are holding on to their medicinal materials, temporarily selling them in small quantities. The quality of the medicinal materials they are selling is still very average.
Sun Sicheng had a clear idea of the Sun family's production and quality this year. Without the supply from the border town, his own clinic used up half at most, stockpiled 20% in case of an emergency, and the remaining 30% had to be sold outside.
It doesn't matter who he sells it to. For the same price, he would rather sell it to the Zheng family, after all, these medicines are used in the border town military camp.
"Mr. Zheng, if you are worried, we can sign a supplementary agreement. The price will be the market price. The quality of my herbs is better than that of ordinary people, but I cannot give you too much quantity for the time being. The data I need has not been fully counted yet."
Zheng Qiuyang was overjoyed: "Brother Sicheng, you can call me Qiuyang from now on. Why is calling me Young Master Zheng so formal?
The quality of your medicinal materials is recognized to be good, much better than those in the outside market. I cannot take advantage of you and will give you the price of the same quality in the market. I just hope that Brother Sicheng will sell all the rest to me except for his own use. To be honest, the production of several industries managed by my cousin has decreased a lot this year. Alas. "
Only then did Sun Sicheng understand why Zheng Qiuyang looked so hurried.
Every family has its own problems.
“Qiuyang, the situation this year is not bad, but now it is early October, and the temperature is somewhat different from previous years. I can’t say for sure, so you still need to make more preparations.
Collect as many herbs as possible, stock up the goods for the border town, and use the rest in Huichuntang. I'm not saying anything, but there are many benefits to supplying the military camp, but there are also more things to pay attention to, not just this year's goods, you also have to think about next year's goods."
Zheng Qiuyang was deeply moved. The eldest master is the eldest master. He has a broad mind that is not comparable to ordinary people.
"Thank you, Brother Sicheng. I will keep it in mind." He also considered these things, but did not take them too seriously.
After Sun Sicheng said this, he also started to worry about the production of medicinal materials next year or even the year after.
In order to reassure Zheng Qiuyang, Sun Sicheng signed a supply agreement with Zheng Qiuyang on the premise of ensuring his own interests.
Zheng Qiuyang came with deep worries and left with satisfaction.
More than half a month later, Ping An was having a farewell banquet with Huo Zhi in a restaurant. After the meal, Huo Zhi was going to take his men back to Jiangnan early the next morning. The escort agency had already been invited, and his grandfather had also sent a letter to pick him up on the way. It was already late October, and people in Yong'an Prefecture had already started wearing thin jackets. In another month and a half, it would be New Year again.
Ping An and Huo Zhi were the only ones present at the meal, chatting and talking about things. They had already asked for leave from their master and husband last night.
One was nine years old, the other sixteen years old. They ate and chatted happily, and an hour passed in a flash.
"Ping An, when you have time, please come to Jiangnan to find me. I will take you to the surrounding areas and then take you to the Jiangnan Academy. My brother is in there, but he is already a juren and will take the exam in three years. If nothing unexpected happens, Huashou Hall will be inherited by me in the future. It's really a headache."
Huo Zhi bared his teeth, with an expression on his face, and successfully made Ping An laugh.
"Brother Huo, I will definitely come to find you. Maybe one day, we can travel around the world together."
"Buckle, buckle, buckle."
"Come in." Ping An said loudly.
Xiao Wu came in and said, "Master Ping'an, someone has come from the Dali Temple. They are brought by Magistrate Bai, along with Magistrate Ma from Huainan. The eldest master wants you to go back now."
Ping An stood up and said, "What a coincidence, you went back a day later."
Huo Zhi raised his lips and said, "It's fine now. It won't delay my departure tomorrow. Let's go and finish it as soon as possible. This matter is of great importance."
Ping An nodded: "It is easy to dodge an open attack, but it is hard to guard against an arrow from the dark."
This matter made the master very uneasy, and he had already sent a pigeon message to the capital. Awu and Xin'er here didn't dare to go out on the street anymore, and there were many more guards at home.
Ping An and Huo Zhi were rushing home, while Zhang Jinping pulled Sun Sicheng aside.
Sun Sicheng rolled his eyes at him and said, "The two adults are here, it's not appropriate for us to be murmuring here."
Zhang Jinping didn't care: "What's the big deal? Old friends talk a lot when they meet. Isn't Mr. Sun here with you? Sicheng, let me ask you, is my nephew the one coming soon? Is it really that good that Magistrate Ma brags about it?"
"Brother Jinping, first of all, the child is not your nephew yet. Secondly, it seems that you still don't believe that my apprentice is really good? The old saying is still correct. The step-uncle is not good."
Before he could finish his words, Zhang Jinping slapped him on the shoulder.
"You are such a person, don't you know what kind of people my Zhang family is? Logically, Ping An should go back with his biological father, or you are not doing a good job here, so I pulled you out for no other reason. When the child comes, please say something good about me as your uncle. When they get married in December, I will be his real uncle."
Magistrate Bai didn't care when he saw the two people being intimate from behind, as he knew that the Zhang family and the Sun family had always had a good relationship.
"Brother Bai, I heard that Master Zhang's father was promoted to a higher rank this time, and the master himself was also promoted to a higher rank, which can be said to be a double blessing."
Magistrate Ma had a look of envy on his face. He had been in Huainan Prefecture for six years and it would be extremely difficult to transfer to the capital.
Prefect Bai nodded and said, "Indeed, the Zhang family father and son are good people. I heard that the second son is also good and is working in Luyang. It is true that there are three Jinshi in one family."
"Ah, God is really partial sometimes." Magistrate Ma was even more envious and jealous.
He had toiled for many years and finally got his current position as prefect when he was over 40. His parents were in their twilight years and they might ask him to go home to observe mourning at any time. The first mourning period would be three years, and the second mourning period would be six years. He really couldn't imagine it.
It is very likely that I will stop here.
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