According to Zhao Ping's idea, he brought Yun Man with him to the city this time to give him a long experience.
As a result, the guy ran away to the back mountain before dawn, and he didn't come back even after setting off.
Zhao Ping could only take Li Hu with him.
When Li Shou saw that Zhao Ping actually brought his son into the city, he felt grateful again.
After all, going to the city not only frees you from work, but also increases your knowledge.
Even though there are nearly 3,000 people living in the village, more than half of them have never entered the county town in their lives.
His son Li Hu went away.
Let's see who dares to call his son stupid in the future.
Come back and tell some anecdotes about the county town, I'm afraid the people in the village will revolve around him.
With three hundred kilograms of medicinal materials and a Li Hu weighing nearly two hundred kilograms, the donkey cart was very strenuous and the walking was even slower.
It was already noon in the county seat.
Zhao Ping took care of the father and son's meal first, and then asked Li Shou to take the medicinal materials to Miaoshou Huichun Hall.
Lin Hua happened to be there.
When he saw Zhao Ping, he took his hand and welcomed him into the back room as if he were a distinguished guest.
Then he took out the test paper that Zhao Ping had answered before.
Pointing to one of the places, he asked, "Mr. Zhao, why does the prescription you give here require crushing the medicinal materials? What is the principle?"
"And here, why only take the roots? Aren't the rhizomes more medicinal?"
"..."
Zhao Ping didn't know anything about it, so he blamed everything on "Compendium of Materia Medica".
Just kidding, these are his treasures, how can they be given to others so easily.
And from Wenhui's family experience, Zhao Ping can get a glimpse of the world.
The Dawei Dynasty was a completely chaotic time, with people eating people without spitting out their bones.
He didn't dare to tell everything.
If Lin Hua had any evil intentions, he wouldn't even know how he died.
Lin Hua also saw that Zhao Ping was perfunctory with him, so he could only stop the discussion and asked: "Mr. Zhao, I wonder why you came to the medical clinic today?"
"Doctor Lin, I'm here to sell medicinal materials."
Zhao Ping said: "Last time I got the official document, I went home to dig up medicinal materials."
"You come and weigh it, so I can take the money home."
"Hahaha, it makes, it makes."
Lin Hua stroked his beard and laughed and said: "My medicine hall is worried about not having any medicinal materials."
However, when he saw the sacks of medicinal materials piled on the donkey cart, Lin Hua was so shocked that he almost fell to the ground.
"Doctor Lin, what's wrong with you? Be careful on the steps."
Zhao Ping hurriedly supported him.
"Mr. Zhao, you, you, why did you dig so many medicinal materials?"
Lin Hua looked a little unnatural.
"Is it much?"
Zhao Ping said: "I only brought some here, and there are many more at home."
"And my family and they are still digging."
"I can assure you that it will definitely be available for your medicine hall."
"This, this..."
Lin Hua frowned, but when the words came to his mouth, he couldn't open his mouth.
"Doctor Lin, we are acquaintances. If you have any questions, just ask me directly. If you don't tell me, I don't know what's going on."
Zhao Ping saw Lin Hua's embarrassment and felt anxious in his heart, but he spoke calmly.
"Why!"
Lin Hua sighed, as if he had made up his mind, "Mr. Zhao, I can only accept this batch of medicinal materials from you."
"What's the meaning?"
Zhao Ping finally changed his expression.
He inquired about the situation of the medicinal materials industry in the Dawei Dynasty.
Except for some rare and precious medicinal materials, ordinary medicinal materials such as Bupleurum and Honeysuckle are sold based on two.
It ranges from one, two, five to eight yuan.
He and Wenhui went into the mountains to dig, and they could dig two to three hundred kilograms a day.
After drying, it can weigh two hundred kilograms.
Calculated based on the lowest price of five qian and one tael, that's still ten taels of silver.
Five days was enough for him to settle his accounts.
As a result, Lin Hua actually said that he would only accept this batch, which was tantamount to cutting off his financial path.
He had to have a big head.
"Mr. Zhao, you have also seen that there are not many people who come to my medicine hall to see doctors every day, and the amount of medicinal materials consumed is not large."
Lin Hua bit the bullet and said, "Your cart weighs nearly three hundred kilograms, which is enough for my medicine shop for half a month."
"And my medicine hall also has its own medicine-digging apprentices. They can bring back some medicinal materials every day, so we don't use that much at all."
"So that's what happened."
Zhao Ping looked slightly disappointed and said: "Okay, let's sell this batch of medicinal materials first. I'll think of other ways to make money later."
"Mr. Zhao, why don't you take the medical officer exam?"
Lin Hua arranged for the apprentice to be weighed, while he continued to talk to Zhao Ping.
For such a young man with excellent medical skills, Lin Hua didn't want to get into trouble with him over selling medicinal materials, so he tried his best to gain a good impression in front of Zhao Ping.
"With your medical skills, I believe that even if you can't work in the Tai Hospital, you can at least stay in the state capital."
"It can be regarded as a step to the sky, and the ancestors will be honored."
"I'm not interested in taking the medical officer exam."
Zhao Ping waved his hand.
In his previous life, he had been an intern in a hospital for a period of time, and faced all kinds of patients and their families every day, which made him very anxious.
And if there is an emergency surgery, no matter where you are or what you are doing, you must be there.
That's when he regretted studying medicine.
Now that God has given him a chance to be reborn, he will be reborn in ancient times. Zhao Ping just wants to be a happy and wealthy man.
Selling medicinal materials was just the quickest way to make money he thought of.
Since this road is blocked, the worst he can do is find another way.
With five thousand years of civilization in his mind, how could Zhao Ping be afraid of this? !
Anyway, it is impossible to open a medicine hall.
At this time, the apprentice had already weighed the weight, which was three hundred and twenty kilograms.
Each catty is calculated as six coins, which is nineteen taels of silver plus two hundred copper coins.
In order to befriend Zhao Ping, Lin Hua collected a round number, twenty taels.
Zhao Ping was not polite and accepted it directly.
The prescriptions he wrote in answering questions were more than this number, so Zhao Ping accepted them as a matter of course.
But Lin Hua doesn't think so.
He felt that Zhao Ping was short of money.
Then he said tentatively: "Mr. Zhao, I don't know what happened to your family, but I can feel that you really need money."
"I'll give you a suggestion."
"Some time ago, a noble family came to our county. Their daughter was seriously ill and they are offering a reward for medical treatment."
"The silver reward is as high as one hundred taels."
"How about you try your luck there?"
"Not interested in."
Zhao Ping refused without hesitation.
Noble people are either rich businessmen or powerful people. Those people are the most difficult to serve.
If he is cured, he will be rewarded with silver.
But what if it can’t be cured?
Maybe he would lose his life there.
This is what it means to accompany a king like a tiger. The greater the power and the higher the status, the harder it is to guess one’s temperament.
Zhao Ping doesn't want to cause trouble before the foundation is stable.
After leaving Miaoshou Huichun Hall, Li Shou went about his business, while Zhao Ping took Li Hu around.
Lin Hua looked at their retreating figures and kept shaking his head.
Pity.
Such a good medical talent is not obsessed with medical skills. It is really a great loss to the medical community!
At the same time, a figure ran away from the side of the medicine hall.
If Zhao Ping were here, he would definitely recognize him as Tao Jian, the first-class apprentice who was kicked out of Miaoshou Huichun Hall.
Of course, Zhao Ping didn't have eyes behind his back and didn't know this.
He took Li Hu towards Zhong Street.
Plan to take a look at the products for sale at the market to get inspired and find the next way to make money quickly.
But as he walked, he saw a house.
The blue bricks and black tiles are magnificent.
The courtyard gate alone is more than one foot high.
There are two stone lions squatting outside the door, which is very majestic.
There are two big characters written on the courtyard door - Qian Mansion.
This reminded Zhao Ping of a person, Qian Liu, who was one of the few good friends of the original owner.
When the original owner asked Wang Shiren to borrow fifty taels of silver, he had said that he would sell the house to help the original owner settle the debt.
I don’t know why, but it’s been many days and I haven’t seen him anywhere.
Zhao Ping planned to go in and take a look.
It's not that he wants Qian Liu to help him pay off his debts, but he wants to get to know this person.
If it's in tune, give him a hand.
Bang bang bang!
Zhao Ping started banging on the door.
As luck would have it, a gust of wind blew by and blew a piece of paper into Zhao Ping's arms.
Before he could check what was written on the paper, the door creaked open.
A middle-aged man about forty years old came out of it.
When he saw the paper in Zhao Ping's arms, he immediately pulled Zhao Ping in, and at the same time shouted inside: "Master, master, a medical officer has revealed the results, he will definitely be able to cure the young lady."
Reveal the list?
Cure Miss?
When Zhao Ping heard these words, he thought of Lin Hua's suggestion, frowned deeply, and wanted to turn around and leave.
Just at this moment, a roar came from inside.
"Please, don't hit me again. If you hit me again, you will really die."
"My house is really not a haunted house. I've lived there for so many years and it's fine. Your lady's illness must have nothing to do with the house..."
This was Qian Liu's voice, and Zhao Ping recognized it immediately.
He stopped walking back and asked the middle-aged man, "What's this sound about?"
"Why does it sound like someone is getting slapped?"
