This is the profit even with limited chestnuts and the inability to sell them in large quantities.
Indeed, low profit margins and high sales volume are the key to success.
When renting the house, 800 taels a year was considered expensive, but now it has been recouped in just a few months, and even made a net profit of more than 1,000 taels, which is beyond everyone's expectations.
Jiang Sheng stood at the entrance of the main hall, her eyes slightly moist.
She remembered that the brother and sister delivered vegetables and mushrooms, and they only earned a few taels of silver a year.
Later, Zheng Ruqian dared to hire people to deliver vegetables, and he could barely earn a few dozen or a hundred taels of silver.
Later, he opened a workshop, and the net profit could be maintained at two or three hundred taels a year, which was not a small amount of money.
Unfortunately, before he could even get comfortable with it, Zheng Ruqian bought a villa and ice, opened Jiuzhenfang, and even brought his fourth brother a Wen family clinic along the way.
It seems like my family is always making money, but we've never been able to save any.
Now, they finally saw real silver coins.
With a net profit of over a thousand taels in just three months, imagine how much one could earn in a year—it's enough to get anyone excited.
Zheng Ruqian also noticed Jiang Sheng at the door. He put down his abacus, pushed two silver notes forward, and said earnestly with a square face, "Little Jiang Sheng, I've earned back all the money your second brother spent."
Jiang Sheng took two steps forward, grasped the cold silver note, and despite the stinging in her nose, she still curved her round eyes into crescents.
That's great, they have lots and lots of money now.
There will be more and more, countless amounts of silver in the future.
Even as the dishes were being served, Jiang Sheng was still reeling from the overwhelming surprise, clutching the silver notes tightly.
Zheng Ruqian laughed from the side, thinking, "What am I going to do with a money-grubber in the house?"
The other brothers laughed, but Wen Zhiyun's face showed a hint of bewilderment.
After a long while, when almost all the dishes were served, he clutched his sleeves and said softly, "Second Brother, Jiang Sheng, I... my clinic didn't make much money."
Jiang Sheng's smile vanished abruptly.
She counted the workshops, the Jiuzhenfang, the Pangdashan brothers who delivered vegetables, and even the green beans from Xiyang County, but she forgot to count her fourth brother's Wen family clinic. No wonder she always felt something was wrong.
"Xiao Si, it's okay if the clinic doesn't earn much," Zheng Ruqian said, unusually generous. "As long as we can still make some money and not lose money, that's fine."
Wen Zhiyun remained silent with a blank expression.
Wang Xiaozhu, who was serving dishes, came over and said indifferently, "Dr. Wen provides free medical care to poor people, and sometimes he even has to pay out of his own pocket for medicine. It would be strange if he could make any money."
Her embarrassing secret was exposed, and Wen Zhiyun was so ashamed that she couldn't lift her head, clutching her handkerchief back and forth with both hands.
Before opening his clinic, Wen Xiaosi had no idea that there were so many poor people in Fengjing.
It's all because of the free clinics held during the first three days of the opening. Many people came with chronic illnesses, but after seeing the doctor, they didn't get any medicine; all they wanted to know was when they would die.
Wen Zhiyun felt a pang of sorrow in his heart, and recalling his father's earnest teachings, he selected some truly impoverished people, provided them with free medicine, and continued to provide free medical consultations until they recovered.
“I originally wanted to earn back the money by having the female physician massage me, but the Wen family clinic hasn’t made a name for itself yet, and no one is hiring the female physician. The money the clinic has earned these days, apart from buying new medicine, has almost all gone out of pocket,” he explained in a soft voice.
Feeling guilty towards her older brother, younger brother, and younger sister, Wen Zhiyun's voice grew softer and softer until she fell silent in shame.
Everyone is working hard to make money, and my second brother even went to Hebei County, where he became skin and bones.
The younger sister, being the youngest, negotiated with Youranju several times, all in an effort to secure profits.
He's the only one who's clueless. His medical skills are mediocre, and he can't even make money running a clinic. He's the most useless piece of trash.
But if you ask Wen Zhiyun if she regrets it...
Thinking of how the people who were waiting to die were given a new lease on life, and how the poor had the opportunity to receive medical treatment, he had no reason to regret it.
Kindness is passed down from generation to generation.
Someone sighed, remembering the beginning.
Back then, Dr. Wen was able to treat Xu Mo's leg while wearing patched clothes, so why can't they provide free medical consultations and medicine today?
They're not so poor that they can't afford to eat, nor are they unable to afford food.
Zheng Ruqian was the first to understand. He walked up to his frail fourth brother, patted him on the shoulder, and said boldly, "Fourth brother, just do what you need to do. Your second brother will make money for you guys to spend."
What is the meaning of family?
When you're at a loss, someone will give you advice; when you're in trouble, someone will help you through the difficult times; when you're poor, someone will take out money and tell you, "Don't be afraid, I'll always be there for you."
Even Jiang Sheng, the little money-grubber, nodded seriously, "Yes, Fourth Brother, we never thought about making money from the clinic. The main purpose is to help you improve your medical skills."
Wen Zhiyun almost burst into tears.
Instead of the anxiously awaited criticism, there was trust, reliance, and support.
He raised his head, and the emotions he had been hiding inside surged forth, making his nose sting and his throat dry.
"Don't worry, Xiao Si. The clinic is your own. Just go ahead and make your own decisions. Your brothers won't say anything against you," Xu Mo said in a deep voice.
If Fang Laosan knew this, he would probably just raise his long stick and shout, "Third Brother will always support Fourth Brother!"
Wen Zhiyun burst into laughter again through his tears, but his vision blurred again as he laughed. He clenched his fists and silently warned himself that he must not let down his family’s trust and must not let the Wen Family Medical Clinic continue to run into losses.
I don't know how much time has passed.
Aunt Zhang and Wang Xiaozhu brought over the last two bowls of soup. Seeing a group of children standing around, they hurriedly called out, "Sit down, sit down, it's time to eat."
Wen Zhiyun sat back down next to Jiang Sheng, blushing as she took the soup that Aunt Zhang ladled out, sipped it, and savored the taste of this place.
After a long meal, everyone was full, and Jiang Sheng was even rubbing her belly.
Chang Yan, who had been silent all along, finally approached his fourth brother and whispered, "Do you want the Wen family medical clinic to make a lot of money so that you can confidently subsidize the poor people?"
Wen Zhiyun turned around in surprise.
Chang Yan didn't speak, but simply raised an eyebrow.
In an instant, time seemed to flow by, as if they had returned to the years when they teased Zhou Zhiqiang.
One dared to instigate it, and the other dared to carry it out.
Back then, the villagers were easy to fool, and the targets were mostly bad people.
In this bustling Fengjing, who can they target? And whose money can they make?
But out of trust, Wen Zhiyun nodded without hesitation.
The two exchanged a knowing smile.
Two days later, the Gao brothers arrived in Fengjing with two horse-drawn carts full of chestnuts, just enough to replenish the depleted chestnut stock at Jiuzhenfang and ensure that roasted chestnuts would continue to shine in Fengjing.
Zheng Ruqian packed his bags and solemnly bid farewell to his brothers, saying, "This time, I'll be away for a while again."
Jiang Sheng tilted her head and asked, "Big brother has the provincial examination at the end of February, and you left at the end of January. Can you come back in such a short time?"
Zheng Ruqian was silent for a moment before saying softly, "I'm not coming back."
The whole family looked up at the same time.
His eyes were filled with astonishment.
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