The auction at Jiangkang Mansion was an eye-opener for everyone. It wasn't that the treasures were so rare, but it turned out that the powerful people in this world were so rich.
The price can be increased by tens of thousands of taels at any time, as if every family has a mine... Maybe everyone really does.
In short, Fusu, who grew up in the mountains eating simple meals, was completely shocked and couldn't help but sigh, are the people living down the mountain so rich?
Zhou Zhilu sneered, "You've seen what's happening outside the city. Ninety-eight percent of this world's resources are controlled by the people before you, while the tens of millions of ordinary people outside are fighting for just that two percent."
Fusu couldn't help but sigh: "Wulian Tianzun, life in the mountains is still simpler."
However, everyone felt relieved when they thought that so much silver could be donated to help the people.
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The next morning.
Song Luo was discussing the division of the snake corpses in Zhou Zhilu's house.
She was holding a pile of pale golden scales, looking at Zhou Zhilu and smiling, "Hey, these are uncontaminated snake scales. You take one, I take one, you take one, I take one..."
When he finished counting, Song Luo pushed his portion of scales in front of Zhou Zhilu and said, "Then I will give you all of mine, and you can use these scales to make a set of snake scale armor."
"Give it to me?" Zhou Zhilu asked in surprise.
Song Luo held his face in his hands, leaned on the table, looked at Zhou Zhilu and smiled: "It's just some snake scales. I want to give it to you. By the way, do you want snake skin? I can use it to make clothes!"
Zhou Zhilu looked at Song Luo strangely, shrank back, reached out and touched Song Luo's forehead tentatively and said, "Are you having a fever? Are you confused?"
Song Luo blushed and slammed the table, shouting, "You..."
Before he could finish his words, there was a knock on the door.
"Mr. Zhou, is the Seventh Princess here with you?" Yu Qingkui's voice came from outside the door.
"Ah! I'll open the door right away!" Zhou Zhilu shouted and quickly fled the scene.
When I opened the door, I saw Yu Qingkui and a young man with a flushed face standing at the door.
Yu Qingkui held up a package and said with a smile, "Good morning, Master Zhou. These are the herbs that the Seventh Princess requested."
Song Luo appeared from behind Zhou Zhilu and asked in surprise, "So fast?"
He took the package and began to examine it.
"Why do you want the medicinal herbs? Are you injured?" Zhou Zhilu asked curiously.
Song Luo waved his hand and said, "What? It's for tomorrow's competition. Each clinic needs to prepare its own herbs for this competition, so I asked Qingkui for some."
Then he was stunned and said, "That's not right... How come these herbs are all defective? I'm afraid only 10% to 20% of their efficacy remains. How can we use them in the competition?"
Yu Qingkui explained awkwardly, "I'm sorry, Seventh Princess, but it's really hard to buy good medicinal herbs in the city right now. I heard that all the good herbs have been taken up by the major aristocratic family clinics. Now, the most popular herbs in circulation in the city are these inferior herbs."
As he spoke, he stroked the hair of the boy beside him and sighed, "This young man is a refugee from outside the city. He came to Jiangkang Prefecture with his grandfather, but his grandfather passed away this morning. He was also a little sick. I wanted to bring him to the city to buy some medicine, but I found that there were no suitable herbs at all."
Song Luo exclaimed when he heard this: "How could this be? Even if the major medical clinics want to prepare their own doctors for the competition, they don't have to buy all of them, right?"
"Maybe it's to restrict other opponents." Zhou Zhilu said with a serious face.
Song Luo suddenly realized that as long as he bought as many medicinal herbs as possible, his opponent would be affected, thereby increasing his chances of winning.
Zhou Zhilu sighed and said, "Let's not worry about what other clinics are doing for now. Let's first prepare the herbs for the Seven Princesses' competition and the herbs for the boy's treatment.
"Didn't Lord Ye introduce the largest medicinal herb merchant in Jiangkang Prefecture yesterday? Let's go ask him."
However, after everyone found Liao Bufan, Zhou Zhilu discovered that things were far from as simple as he thought.
Upon hearing the purpose of Zhou Zhilu and others' visit, Liao Bufan readily took out some good medicinal herbs from the warehouse and gave them to them.
But Yu Qingkui noticed that behind Liao Bufan, there were hundreds of workers packing medicinal materials in bags.
And those wrapped medicinal herbs were all defective products from before.
He couldn't help but ask in surprise, "Manager Liao, are these packaged herbs going to be distributed to the people for free later?"
Zhou Zhilu and Song Luo also looked over when they heard the noise. When they saw the defective medicinal herbs scattered all over the floor, Zhou Zhilu looked at Shopkeeper Liao and asked, "Shopkeeper Liao, what do you mean by this? Those people are dragging their sick bodies here to seek medicine. As the largest medicinal herb merchant in Jiangkang Prefecture, are you only selling these kinds of herbs?!"
Liao Bufan looked at everyone calmly and advised, "Since the three of you have obtained the herbs you need, it would be better for you to leave immediately."
Song Luo said angrily: "What do you mean by leaving? I tell you, if you don't give me an explanation today, no one will dare to say a word even if I tear this place down!"
Liao Bufan raised his eyebrows and explained, "I'm just a businessman. What explanation can I give? The major aristocratic medical clinics want these kinds of medicinal herbs, and the money they pay me is only enough to buy these herbs. I sell whatever the customers want. Is there anything wrong with that?"
Everyone was stunned. Are these the medicinal materials that all the major medical clinics want?
At this time, Yu Qingkui suddenly said, "We also went to the auction yesterday. The final amount of money raised was at least 500,000 taels. How could it be only enough to buy these defective medicinal herbs?"
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