The net profit for each pill is just over a penny.
The drug store now produces about fifty bags a day, with a daily net profit of at least five hundred coins.
But this is not a long-term solution after all.
Not to mention whether the body can withstand this, Qin Zhao and Jing Li will leave here after the imperial examination is over, so won’t the medicine be sold?
It is definitely impossible.
Even if he wasn't motivated by profit, Qin Zhao wasn't willing to give up on this because the medicine was effective, cheap, and truly benefited the people. But Ayi still had his shop to look after, so he couldn't keep bothering him.
Therefore, they had to find another way out.
The best option is to take action against the county magistrate.
Qin Zhao talked with the county magistrate for a full hour and a half. When he left the county magistrate's mansion, the sun was already high in the sky and snowflakes were even beginning to fall.
On the morning of the first day of the Lunar New Year, Qin Zhaoxian was pestered by Jing Li to stay in bed for a long time. Before he had time to eat anything, he was brought to the county magistrate again. It was not until this time that he realized that he was starving.
But unfortunately, there were only a few shops open on the street today, and Qin Zhao walked all the way but couldn't find any food.
In desperation, he had to brave the wind and snow and quickly return to Ayi's house.
In addition to the medicine shop, the house also had a side door on the nearby street for entry and exit. Qin Zhaogang knocked on the door and someone immediately opened it.
"You're back!" Jing Li's face lit up with joy as he pulled him into the house. "Come in, we've been waiting for you!"
Qin Zhao: "What?"
Jing Li didn't answer, but directly pulled the man into the main house, let him sit down to warm up, and then turned around and left the house.
A moment later, he and Ayi came back with several plates of hot dumplings.
Xue Ren laughed happily beside him: "These two little guys have been busy all morning and didn't let me sneak any of them. They insisted on waiting for you to come back before they would cook dumplings."
Jing Li's hands and body were covered with flour. Hearing this, he touched his nose embarrassedly, and the tip of his nose was immediately covered with white powder.
Qin Zhao noticed that the dumplings on the plate were all of different shapes.
Some were perfectly wrapped, round and plump, with thin skin and plenty of meat. Others were crooked, with the skin even broken in a few places from being cooked, and the meat filling had long since fallen out.
...You can tell at a glance which ones are made by his Xiaoyu.
"What's this?" Qin Zhao asked, pointing to a plate of long, slightly flat dumplings.
Jing Li whispered, "They're fish-shaped dumplings."
Qin Zhao: "..."
After Jing Li finished speaking, he even felt guilty.
That was clearly what Ayi taught him, but he just couldn't make fish-shaped dumplings as beautiful as Ayi's. Instead, they looked more like flattened buns.
Qin Zhao was absolutely right, his craftsmanship was indeed hard to describe.
But Qin Zhao said, "It's well wrapped. Very cute."
After saying that, he took the initiative to pick up a relatively intact dumpling and ate it.
The dumplings had just come out of the pot, but they were not hot at all. When I bit into them, the warm soup flowed down my mouth into my esophagus, relieving my hunger and coldness.
Jing Li still asked nervously: "Can I eat it?"
Qin Zhao chewed slowly and swallowed the dumpling before smiling and saying, "Yes, it's delicious. Sit down."
Everyone then felt relieved and sat down at the table.
Outside, tiny snowflakes fell in the yard, quickly melting away. Inside, the white mist rising from the dumplings vanished amid the sound of people chatting and laughing.
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