Chapter 9 Pharmaceutical Suppliers

The priest had been gone for a long time, but Crown was still sitting upright in his chair.

The heaving of his chest showed that he was not at peace.

108 gold shields in exchange for a vague promise. He knew he shouldn't rely on other people's character, but he wanted to take a chance.

Make money, all in! If you win, you can step into the door of the mysterious world. If you lose, his shooting skills are not vegetarian.

He wants to take revenge deliberately and will always find an opportunity!

Perhaps it was the golden wall that gave him confidence. Unconsciously, the cowardice in Crown's character in his past and present lives gradually disappeared, and was replaced by decisiveness and resoluteness.

. . . .

On the east side of the town, steam engines roared noisily in the quarry.

A kind of basalt is produced here. The townspeople mine the raw stone, polish it, and make it into exquisite floors or carve various objects.

Quarrying is the pillar industry of Zak Town, supporting more than half of the town's population.

Crown rode his rented mule, crossing the noisy quarry and continuing east.

On the road, you will occasionally encounter steam locomotives carrying goods.

After crossing the hill, we came to a gentle slope.

There are two livestock farms and a slaughterhouse here.

About a quarter of the Rhine city's meat supply, including pork, beef and mutton, comes from here.

All of Crown's real big customers are concentrated on this slope.

As an herbalist who mainly serves animals, Crown is more like a veterinarian in a sense.

For example, the pink medicine that Lao Moya supplied to Yaru and others was a diluted product of the medicine used by stallions and pigs. He needed to recalculate the dosage to suit human usage.

According to his past memories, his current level of herbology is no lower than his father's, and his ability in refining medicine is even far better than his father's.

Another effect of proficiency is that after a success, his lowest level next time can reach the highest level of the previous time.

Humans are emotional animals, their states will always fluctuate, but their state will remain at that high point.

It means that his condition has always been at its peak, which is very scary.

. . . .

Crown arrived at the gate of a livestock farm, got off the mule, tied it to a stake nearby, and called out to the owner of the ranch, "Mr. Ronnie, I'm Crown, please open the gate."

The iron gate covered with thorns was soon opened, and a tall and strong middle-aged man with a red beard and a square face walked out.

The man threw his arms around Crown and hugged him. “I’m deeply sorry for what happened to your family.”

After hugging him tightly for a few times, the man put his hands on his shoulders and looked at his face carefully: "It seems that you are very strong and have walked out of the sadness."

“The dead return to the arms of the Lord of Fire, and the living must face this world. My choice is to face it with a smile.”

"Very good. I first dealt with your father more than 20 years ago, before you were born. If you need help, come to your Uncle Ronnie."

Clown smiled shyly, "Thank you. I found that I have a great talent for making potions. Uncle, can I continue to be supplied by the livestock farm?"

Ronnie's expression was awkward for a moment. He didn't answer directly, but pulled the other party into the house in the ranch.

"You sit here for a while. Carlowen needs me. I have to go check it out."

Crown had been here many times with his father, and he knew that Carlowen was a brown stallion with a golden mane and the most expensive property on Ronnie's ranch.

This is a fine stallion of mixed Morgan pedigree.

It is said that the Viscount of Rhine City used Carlowen to breed his family's mares.

Ronnie's excuses were within Crown's expectations. His previous life was dull by nature and did not show any extraordinary talent in herbal medicine.

The profession of herbalist is similar to that of traditional Chinese medicine practitioners in previous lives, the older one gets, the more valuable he or she becomes.

It would be impossible to gain Ronnie’s attention based on his previous performance.

Now, Crowne proposed to continue supplying the livestock farm with medicine, and of course Ronnie had to avoid it.

Crown immediately stood up and grabbed Ronnie's arm, and the middle-aged man's expression instantly turned cold.

He seemed not to notice the other person's cold eyes. He put his wooden box on the table and said, "Uncle, why don't you take a look at my medicine before discussing cooperation? If it doesn't work, I will not pester you and will leave immediately."

He had said this much, but Ronnie didn't leave, but the distrust in his eyes was still strong.

The man still couldn't believe that a young man in his twenties could achieve the same level of attainment in herbal medicine as his father.

If he didn't have a good relationship with the other person's father, he would have probably chased him away.

There are three types of medicines that Crown brought. The first type is for treating dysentery, the second type is for treating flatulence, and the third type is a medicine to increase the interest of stallions.

They are all common medicines on livestock farms, and in a sense, they are fast-selling medicines.

There is no mistake in the poem, post, content, and read the book on 6, 9, and bar!

These medicines can also be used on humans after being diluted, but the dosage is very particular.

Opening the wooden box, Crown took out a bottle of each of the three potions and handed them to Ronnie.

The man took the potion, shook it a few times, and looked at it carefully.

"Huh," he exclaimed in surprise.

Judging from the color, these medicines are in no way inferior to those of the other party's father, and are even better.

Ronnie narrowed his eyes and said, "Did you really make it? Could it be that it was made by your father and then left behind?"

"If I hadn't created it, how many times could I have concealed it?"

The man nodded and acknowledged the statement: "I want to try the efficacy of the medicine. If it can achieve the same effect as your father, I agree to continue the cooperation. The price is the same as before."

Old Moya is the only herbalist in the town. If he can't get the goods from Little Clown, he will need to buy them from traveling merchants or pharmacists in Rhine City, which will increase the cost a lot.

"sure."

Ronnie felt the other party's confidence and nodded, "No problem with the medicine. I will purchase medicine from you for a long time."

The two of them went together to find animals to test the efficacy of the drug.

An hour and a half later, Ronnie looked at Carloven who had been struggling on the mare for nearly an hour, and then looked at the foal who was no longer bloated and the sheepdog whose shit was obviously not as watery, and nodded continuously.

He openly obtained a batch of medicines from Crown and placed an order.

The two men said goodbye happily, and Crown rode his mule to the next cattle ranch.

Using the same method, he obtained the qualification to supply medicine from Mr. Lockent without any surprise.

Crown said goodbye to Lockent: "I will come once a week from now on. If there is an emergency, you can send someone to town to find me."

Lockent patted him on the back and nodded, "I see. Seeing you like this, old Moya must be very pleased that there is someone to take over your legacy."

"Sir, I noticed that there are a few fewer turkeys in the chicken farm."

A fat woman ran out of the livestock farm in a panic, shouting from a distance.

"Damn chicken thief, don't let me catch you!"

Lockent cursed and turned around: "Sorry, I need to take care of the chicken farm first."

"Goodbye, sir," Crowne mounted his horse and left.

(End of this chapter)