Chapter 12 Chapter 12 Qin Haishan Returns Home
Qin Zhou didn't see Wen Jue again for the next few days.
On the contrary, the medicine business of the Qin family shop suddenly improved.
The shopkeeper originally thought that the pills made by the young master were not easy to sell. But who knew that over the next few days, people came every day to ask about the Qin family's primary elixir.
One or two pills at a time, and within a few days, more than ten elixirs were sold.
That’s two years’ revenue of the medicine shop!
The shopkeeper found it incredible and reported the matter immediately.
Qin Zhou only nodded slightly after hearing this, "Are all the people who come to buy pills wearing green robes?"
The shopkeeper shook his head, "The clothes are different, and the appearance is different."
"Young Master, is there any problem with the people who come to buy pills?" The shopkeeper didn't understand.
"It's nothing. From now on, I'll put a sign in the shop saying, 'Rare elixir, only sell three pills a day.'" Qin Zhou said.
"Put the rest of the stockpiled items in bags."
"Okay, Master."
The shopkeeper didn't understand the reason, but he still subconsciously swallowed back the doubts that were about to come to his mind.
Since the Immortal Pill Conference, everyone understood that the young master has his own reasons for doing things.
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The next day.
As soon as the sky brightened in the morning, people came to the Qin family shop to buy elixirs.
The shopkeeper could tell at a glance that the other person was extraordinary.
Cultivators are different from mortals. Even if a cultivator is dressed simply, his otherworldly appearance is completely different from that of a mortal. Standing out from the crowd is probably what it means.
The shopkeeper came forward and asked, "What do you need, sir?"
"Boss, please show us the primary elixirs you are selling." The other party said bluntly.
At first, the shopkeeper was very nervous, but now that he has sold more pills and met more cultivators, he has calmed down. He took out the pill box slowly and said, "Please have a look."
The pill box is exquisite. It was made by someone in the shop in a hurry. At least it looks much better than the cloth bag given by the young master.
However, no matter how beautifully the box was carved, the customer in front of him didn't even glance at it.
All he cared about was what was in the box, the legendary precious elixir.
The other party didn't seem surprised. He only took a look at the pills in the box, then coughed lightly and asked, "Boss, how many are left in stock? I want them all."
Shopkeeper:?
He had seen big spenders in recent days, including those who bought ten at a time, but this was the first time the shopkeeper had seen anyone dare to say that he had bought all the goods.
Suddenly, the shopkeeper had a thought: how many pills did the young master give him? At the current price of 20 spirit stones per pill, if all were sold...
How much money that would be!
But the excitement was only for a moment, and the shopkeeper remembered what the young master said, that he would only sell three pills a day.
The shopkeeper suddenly regained his senses and smiled, pointing to the sign on the counter, "Dear customer, please see, we only sell three elixirs a day."
Only three a day? The customer thought, it seems that the stock is running low.
The customer didn't get angry and said, "Sell it all to me at once, isn't it easier? I don't need your money."
The shopkeeper smiled and said, "This is the strict rule set by the boss. Please forgive me."
"Got it. Then give me all three today."
"Okay, wait a moment, sir."
After a while, the customer bought the pills and turned into a small alley not far away.
The man who had just bought medicine entered the empty alley, turned around and changed his appearance, revealing his green robe. If there were people present, they would definitely recognize that his green robe was exactly the same as the one worn by the green-robed cultivators who were evaluating the elixirs at the Immortal Pill Conference a few days ago.
The man walked quickly inside, and when he got to the end, it seemed that someone was already waiting there.
"Brother, I bought the elixir."
Then he took out three.
"Why only three? Didn't I ask you to collect all of them?"
"Brother, no, the shopkeeper doesn't allow us to buy any. He said that the purchase is limited to three per day."
It turned out that all the rare elixirs sold in the shop recently went into the pockets of the disciples of Medicine Valley.
A few days ago, the disciples of the Medicine Valley lost face at the Immortal Pill Conference. The junior brother led people to trouble the alchemist, but no one knew what happened in the middle. The junior brother and the two senior brothers did not remember what happened in the meantime. When the eldest brother found the people, they were outside the city, and they were all dying.
So the eldest brother guessed that he had met someone he could not afford to offend.
The eldest brother immediately took his people back to the Medicine Valley. However, the elders in the sect were interested in the precious elixir that they said was better than the younger brother's. So they sent people to the Qin family shop to buy it.
I didn't expect to actually buy it.
A primary level precious elixir, one is more powerful than five rare ones.
Even if people with high cultivation levels can't use it, there are still so many disciples in the sect. If everyone can eat one... it can be equivalent to many years of hard training in the mountains.
I don't know how the junior brother and the two senior brothers offended the Qin family's alchemist, which led to their amnesia, but since the other party was generous and spared their lives, I won't bother with them. But at the same time, I don't dare to think about making friends with them.
Since few people knew that the Qin family had precious elixirs, they would of course buy more first.
only……
But suddenly he said that he would only sell three pills a day.
"Big Brother, I think maybe they are out of stock in their shop. How can a precious elixir be so easy to refine?"
It's not that they are out of stock. Maybe they noticed that the people who bought the pills these days are all from the same group, so they are warning them. The eldest brother frowned and said, "Go back."
Before completely offending the Qin family's alchemist to death.
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Little did they know that this scene was seen by people who were drinking tea in the restaurant opposite.
"Those are people from Medicine Valley. It seems your family's crisis has been resolved."
"I learned from the letter my wife sent me that my son had received help from a noble person. Now it seems that if it weren't for this noble person, it would be my entire Qin family that would have moved out of Pingcheng this time."
"It seems like you are blaming us for coming late?" said the younger youth.
"Qin Haishan doesn't dare." Qin Haishan sighed.
The person who said this was none other than Qin Zhou's father who had just returned from the provincial capital.
At the beginning, he personally went to ask the people from Yaoyue Sect for help in order to help his son enter the immortal sect. However, he did not expect that before the matter of his son entering the immortal sect was settled, the Zhang family caused trouble in Pingcheng.
He hurriedly requested the leaders of Yaoyue Sect to accompany him to Pingcheng to help, but Yaoyue Sect half-perfunctorily and half-evasively refused, and only two people came.
By the time they arrived in Pingcheng, the Immortal Pill Conference had ended for several days.
Fortunately, Qin Haishan learned from his wife's letter that the turmoil at home had subsided, and he was relieved.
"We regret not being able to help your family. But since the problem has been solved, that's a good thing." The older middle-aged cultivator stroked his beard. Turning around, he said to his nephew, "Ruiming, you should be more polite when talking to Mr. Qin in the future."
The young man called Ruiming paused and replied reluctantly, "Okay, uncle."
He had been working as an alchemist for the Qin family for several years and Qin Haishan had always respected him. But now, because the Qin family had a noble who could make elixirs, he had to lower his edge and be polite to Qin Haishan instead.
Ruiming felt bad.
Moreover, the Qin family had a noble who could make pills, so they might not need him, the alchemist of Yaoyue Sect, anymore. The leisurely job of 150 spirit stones a year was gone.
Thinking of this, Ruiming was not convinced, "Uncle Master, let's go and see the elixir that this noble man made. People in the Medicine Valley are vying to buy it. I want to see it too."
He wanted to see how "noble" the noble was and whether the elixir he made was really that good.
"Thank you, Mr. Qin." Ruiming's uncle looked at Qin Haishan. To be honest, he also wanted to see the elixir that could make the people in Medicine Valley lose the elixir and then disguise themselves and sneakily come to Pingcheng to buy it.
Qin Haishan could see the anticipation and curiosity in the two people's eyes, and even the hint of envy and jealousy mixed in secretly.
There is a refreshing feeling of being able to straighten your back.
After the talent test, they all said that his son could not enter the immortal sect and was useless. Qin Haishan accepted all kinds of ridicule and disdain, and did not let any of those words leak to Qin Zhou's ears.
Unfortunately, he still failed to stop it. So Qin Zhou returned to Pingcheng from the provincial capital in frustration.
Now that his son has made the acquaintance of a noble person, aren’t these immortals still coming over with eager eyes?
Who would dare to say that his son is useless from now on?
Qin Haishan smiled and sighed, "I may not be able to arrange an appointment for you two, but it would be okay for him to take a look at the elixir."
Up to this point, Qin Haishan still didn't know that the nobleman who made the elixir for the Qin family was none other than his unsuccessful son, Qin Zhou.
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Knowing that Qin Haishan had returned to Pingcheng, Qin Zhou had to leave the village and go back to the Qin Mansion.
This was also the first time Qin Zhou met the biological father of "Master Qin".
Qin Haishan is in his prime. He does not look rough, but has a refined temperament and the eyes are as sharp and bright as a businessman should have.
Seeing Qin Zhou walking towards him steadily, Qin Haishan couldn't wait any longer and immediately went over to him, patted his son's shoulder, and said with a smile, "How are you these days?"
Qinzhou is hard to describe.
Qin Haishan is different from his father in that world.
When he went home, he would not necessarily get a good look from his father, even though he had already achieved success in his career. Even when he went home after a long absence, he could not hear any concern from his father.
On the other hand, Qin Haishan had a lot of problems in his family, but when Qin Haishan came back, the first thing he asked was how he was.
Qin Zhou's mood was slightly shaken, and then he nodded: "Dad, I'm fine. How are you?"
Qin Haishan smiled and said, "I'm fine. It's just that I've been away for so long that I can't help but miss you guys."
Suddenly, Qin Haishan lowered his voice and asked him, "Did the nobleman say anything when you came back this time?"
He was afraid that his son would come home suddenly and he would have trouble explaining to that noble man.
Qin Zhou: ...
How should I explain to Qin's father that he is the noble man?
"What are you talking to your son about? Let's eat first. By the way, son, do you still want to eat now?" Mrs. Qin came out holding up her skirt, and she had already laid out the dishes.
Qin Zhou: "Mom, I need more food."
Qin Haishan was puzzled, "Why don't you eat? Why doesn't Qin Zhou eat?"
Madam Qin said happily, "Because my son is a cultivator now." Don't the immortals have that saying? Fasting does not involve eating, but only the spiritual energy of heaven and earth.
Qin Haishan looked at his wife and then at his son who seemed to have changed. No, who could explain it to him? His son had become a cultivator so quickly? What had happened?
"But why don't you go to accompany the master from Yaoyue Sect?" Mrs. Qin asked in surprise.
The family walked towards the dining table together. Qin Haishan replied, "They went to study the elixirs refined by the noble. I originally wanted to take them to the shop to have a look, but they couldn't walk after seeing it. Maybe the elixirs refined by the noble are really powerful. They don't need to eat, but I do."
"What noble person? If there is no noble person, then the noble person who made the elixir is your son." Seeing that there was no one around, Madam Qin said, "But my son said that this matter must be kept secret."
Qin Haishan looked at Qin Zhou suddenly.
Qin Zhou sat down, picked up the bowl and ate quietly, keeping a low profile.
Qin Haishan:?
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