After taking the pulse of each person, Yun Qingran wrote out a prescription.
"Take off your pants and stick your butt out." After taking her pulse and prescribing the medicine, Yun Qingran shouted, hands on her hips.
"Ah, take off your pants and bend over?" Ruyu looked at her with a look of horror and shock.
Could it be that she's reverting to her old ways and wants to...
"Big brother, I told you to bend over, not to stand up straight. Don't worry, I'm not interested in you." Yun Qingran slowly took out three needles from her medicine box and laid them on the table.
Although he didn't say "x" once, every word he uttered implied "x," and the people in the courtyard turned pale with embarrassment.
Ru Yu and the others were not exactly respectable men and women to begin with. After a moment of hesitation, they all took off their clothes and bent over.
The Bicao family of three had already hidden inside their room, leaving only Zhang San in the yard.
"Miss, you have some really heavy tastes." Zhang San clicked his tongue as he looked at the row of white buttocks in the sunlight.
"I am a healer, and in a healer's eyes, the body is just a body." Yun Qingran said, picking up a long, thin needle and coming to the person in front of her in line to begin acupuncture.
Zhang San looked at Yun Qingran, who was earnestly administering acupuncture, and found her somewhat attractive.
Three needles were applied to each buttock, and soon a row of white buttocks was treated. Fifteen minutes later, dark blood flowed out.
"It doesn't hurt anymore, it doesn't hurt anymore!" a male prostitute cheered joyfully.
"Mine doesn't hurt anymore, it feels so cool and comfortable."
"Miss Yun, you are my goddess."
...
Fifteen minutes later, the black blood stopped flowing, and Yun Qingran removed the needles, allowing them to put their pants back on.
"Miss Yun, besides treating your chrysanthemum, we also want the aphrodisiac medicine you prescribed," Ruyu said as she put on her pants.
These male prostitutes use their rear end when they encounter a top and their front end when they encounter an bottom. Sometimes they also have to entertain older women, so they have a great demand for good aphrodisiacs.
The aphrodisiac that Yun Qingran gave him yesterday was given to several male prostitutes, and they all said it was effective and had no side effects.
"Okay, one tael of silver per needle." Yun Qingran soaked the silver needles she had put away in strong liquor.
"Wow, that's so expensive!" another male prostitute exclaimed.
"My medicine is very effective and has no side effects, so the price is really not expensive," Yun Qingran explained.
"I trust Miss Yun, give me thirty first." Ru Yu raised her hand to reserve.
"I also have thirty."
"And me too."
...
All the male prostitutes present bought it, and Yun Qingran earned three hundred and forty taels of silver with tears in her eyes.
"Damn, this money is so easy to make!" Zhang San looked enviously at the silver that Yun Qingran was hugging and kissing.
"Isn't your young lady amazing?" Yun Qingran looked at the pile of silver in her arms, a sense of happiness and security welling up inside her.
"Amazing." Zhang San gave her a thumbs up.
"Besides this, I have another way to make money. Come on, I'll show you." Yun Qingran put away the silver and let Zhang San follow her out.
The two arrived at Zhuque Street and, after searching for a while, finally found a shop called Yunji Cloth Shop.
Looking at the shop, Yun Qingran exclaimed, "This shop is so small that even Zhengxin Chicken Cutlet would find it cramped."
This Yunji Cloth Shop is only half a meter wide. No wonder all the Yun family's shops were sold, but this one remained. It seems that it wasn't left behind, but rather that it couldn't be sold.
"Young Miss, you've arrived!" An old man ran out from inside, overjoyed to see Yun Qingran.
The Marquis and the Heir Apparent hadn't checked the accounts in a long time, and business was bad, so he was incredibly bored.
"Uncle Ding, I've come today to tell you that Yunji Cloth Shop is closing down," Yun Qingran said.
"Ah, it's not opening!" Uncle Ding exclaimed in a panic.
He's been at this fabric shop for ten years. If it closes, where will he go?
"Uncle Ding, please don't misunderstand. What I mean is that I'm not going to run the cloth shop anymore, but will do other business," Yun Qingran explained.
"What other business? What kind of business?" Uncle Ding was a little confused; all he knew how to do was sell cloth.
"I sell the base ingredients for antique pots," Yun Qingran replied.
She originally wanted to open a hot pot restaurant. You see, in the 21st century, a simple hot pot meal for two can easily cost two or three hundred yuan. She was very envious.
But this shop is too small to open a hot pot restaurant, so let's change our approach and sell hot pot base.
Hot pot base ingredients are inexpensive and belong to an emerging industry in this era, so they are sure to be very profitable.
"This old servant knows about antique pots, but what is the base of an antique pot?" Uncle Ding's small head was full of questions.
"You'll find out tomorrow. Today, tidy up the shop and go buy a big pot." Yun Qingran had many appointments to make today and didn't have time to explain.
"Oh, oh, oh..." Uncle Ding quickly nodded in agreement.
As long as I don't lose my job, it doesn't matter what kind of job I do!
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