It's not easy to be a doctor, you have to look at other people's shit.
Jiang Sheng's face turned bitter, and he secretly thought about how to persuade his fourth brother to change his career.
Wen Zhiyun's expression remained unchanged, and he followed Zhao Dazhu to look at Gong Tong twice, and nodded, "There is red pus and blood, which means there is no problem with intestinal disease."
Intestinal disease, also known as dysentery, usually manifests as persistent diarrhea, and in severe cases can be fatal.
Zhao Dazhu also knew a little bit. After hearing this, his face turned pale and he almost knelt down to Wen Zhiyun, "Little doctor, please save my father."
Wen Zhiyun wrote down the prescription, "White peony root for three qian, angelica root for two qian, Coptis chinensis for one and a half qian, woody root for 1 qian..."
He frowned as he wrote.
In recent years, the world has been difficult, and the medicines in medical clinics are not complete. For example, there is no more woody scent. If you want it, you can only buy it in the county.
But the Zhao family doesn't seem to be a family that can afford to go to the county to get medicine.
"Xiao Langzhong, why don't you write?" Zhao Dazhu didn't know why.
Wen Zhiyun put down his pen and shook his head, "The medicine in this prescription costs a hundred cash a day. If you want to cure the disease, you have to take it for at least seven days."
Seven days is seven hundred articles.
For a banker who wanted to break his copper coins in half and spend them, this was considered a large amount of savings.
The Zhao family was stunned on the spot, Zhao Dazhu cried bitterly, and Old Man Zhao closed his eyes resignedly.
"It's all my fault, you old thing. You insisted on eating that piece of meat. Even though it was said to be spoiled, you still wanted to eat it, but you lost your life..." Aunt Zhao burst into tears.
"Daddy, daddy."
Everyone cried out in pain. They were deciding between saving or not saving, and were hesitating between hunger and conscience.
It would be great if there was a cheap treatment.
Wen Zhiyun closed his eyes and thought, and suddenly remembered that he had accidentally opened an ancient book, which recorded a folk remedy for treating dysentery.
He opened his eyes and said sincerely, "I have a home remedy, but I haven't used it myself. If you don't want to spend money, just try it."
"Cut the garlic into fine pieces, add sugar and stir evenly. Swallow it before breakfast and dinner. Use it for seven to ten days."
Garlic is not valuable, and although sugar is a bit expensive, you can still find it at home.
The Zhao family's crying gradually stopped and they began to look for garlic and sugar.
Seeing this, Wen Zhiyun stood up with the medicine box on his back.
Zhao Dazhu was quite decent and ran over to see him off, "Little doctor, if my father is unwell, I will go find you."
There is nothing we can do if we don't look for him. There is no other doctor within ten miles.
Wen Zhiyun nodded, "I'm in the ruined temple at the entrance of the village."
Zhao Dazhu was grateful and stuffed five cents into his hand.
The villagers are extremely poor, so it is good to be able to give them five coins.
Wen Zhiyun raised his hand and gave it to Jiang Sheng, leaving none behind.
Jiang Sheng weighed five coins and gave three more to Zhao Dazhu, "Brother, we only need two pennies for a medical visit, plus the medicine."
This was considered an extremely cheap price. Zhao Dazhu was so grateful that he was still waving even though he was far away.
The four children walked slowly towards the ruined temple.
On the way, Zheng Ruqian wondered, "Five cents for a medical visit is not expensive, so why should I pay three cents back?"
Jiang Sheng said proudly, "You idiot, the second brother. The fourth brother has just made a visit. Of course, it must be cheap enough so that they will feel relieved."
If they have studied economics, they will know that it is small profits but quick turnover, and winning by quantity.
Zheng Ruqian nodded slowly, thoughtfully.
On the way, I met some familiar villagers, and it was inevitable to say hello.
Jiang Sheng would jump up and wave his hands, "We are going to treat Uncle Zhao. Uncle Zhao is sick."
"My brother can cure diseases, he is very good."
"The weather is getting cold, uncles and uncles should take care of themselves."
Zheng Ruqian's sharp eyes saw that they were holding some fungi in their arms. They must have just returned from the foot of the mountain.
On this day, there were not many mushrooms produced, but there were still some.
It’s just that there are so many people in the village, and each household collects about ten pills, which is not enough for a meal, and it’s not worth a trip to the selling bar.
"Jiang Sheng, what do the people in the village do with those little fungi?" He couldn't help but ask.
Jiang Sheng thought for a while and said, "Save it and dry it into dry goods and sell it next year."
This is the case in Aunt Zhang's house.
"But dry goods are not as popular as fresh mountain goods." Zheng Ruqian and Jiang Sheng also saw dry goods selling in the market, but every time the fresh mountain goods they picked were sold out first.
Only when there is really no more, will people buy dry goods.
"Everyone knows that, but I only pick a few mushrooms every day. I just want to sell fresh ones. No one will buy them if they are not enough for a meal." Jiang Sheng said honestly.
As soon as she finished speaking, her eyes lit up and she looked towards Zheng Ruqian.
Zheng Ruqian was even more excited, like a hound who found fresh excrement, "If we collect the mushrooms in everyone's hands and sell them, wouldn't it be enough to sell them?"
Jiang Sheng opened his mouth and nodded repeatedly, "We make money and then share it with everyone."
"That's not right." Zheng Ruqian shook his head, "Why should people give us things and then pay us after we sell them? We should buy their mountain goods first and then sell them."
Once you buy and sell, the profit comes out.
In the past, everyone's thinking was fixed on, I picked it, I sold it, it was a net profit.
But when it can’t be harvested, profits will be wiped out.
But if you buy it and then sell it, as long as you make sure that the selling price is higher than the buying price, you will definitely make a profit.
"Then can you guarantee that the selling price is higher than the buying price?" Jiang Sheng asked seriously.
Zheng Ruqian wanted to say that there was no guarantee, but he turned around and looked at his brothers and sisters. They were copying books, curing diseases, and were good at Kung Fu. He was the only one who was a stupid little loser.
At this moment, despite all the fear, Zheng Ruqian could only grit his teeth and nod, "Yes."
Jiang Sheng nodded seriously and thought seriously.
After half a cup of tea, she took out twenty copper coins from her pocket and stuffed them into Zheng Ruqian's hand, "Second brother, I support you."
Thousands of words are not worth one word of support.
Zheng Ruqian's eyes filled with tears. He held the warm twenty copper plates tightly and told himself in his heart that he must make money, work hard, and not be a waste.
In the next few days, several people were doing their own things silently.
Fang Heng was practicing martial arts bare-chested, Wen Zhiyun was looking at medical books, Xu Mo was copying books, and Zheng Ruqian was left working hard to collect the fungi.
Jiang Sheng, as a local snake in half of Shilipu Village, was tempted by Zheng Ruqian with the offer of "half the profit" and took him to various households to collect goods.
The first person to come to the door was Aunt Zhang's house.
As the only woman in Shilipu Village who showed kindness to Jiang Sheng, Jiang Sheng always loved Aunt Zhang from the bottom of her heart. In her heart, Aunt Zhang was her mother.
In front of Zhang's house.
Jiang Sheng stood on tiptoes and hooked the door bolt, but had not yet moved it.
There was a noise in the yard, the sound of a woman sobbing and crying, accompanied by several curses, "Zhou Zhiqiang, you are a beast, let me go, let me go."
Jiang Sheng was stunned, quickly slammed the door hard, and called loudly, "Aunt, Aunt Zhang."
The sounds in the yard disappeared instantly.
Not long after, the wooden door of Zhang's house opened, and Aunt Zhang stood at the door in embarrassment, taking out a wotou from her arms, "Are you hungry, little Jiang Sheng?"
Jiang Sheng shook his head and wanted to say that he was not hungry.
But Aunt Zhang still forced the steamed bun to her and said hurriedly, "Go back quickly, my child. It's cold, so hurry up."
"Auntie, are you okay?" Jiang Sheng asked blankly, feeling that her aunt was not well.
Aunt Zhang didn't answer, but locked the door behind her back.
Fortunately, there was no more whimpering and crying inside. Instead, the man cursed and complained.
"Give that little bastard something to eat again. Why do you give my stuff to others, bitch...just..."
The rest of the words faded into silence.
It wasn't because the people inside stopped talking, but because a pair of hands appeared on Jiang Sheng's ears.
"Don't listen." Zheng Ruqian leaned over and whispered, "Jiang Sheng, we don't listen to this."
