The whole village is suffering from tuberculosis, but I have 10,000 acres of top-quality medicinal f

After looking carefully for a long time, I realized that it seemed to be half a barrel.

It's an oblong shape, the size of which can easily accommodate an adult playing in the water, but it's not finished yet, only half finished.

She raised her hand and touched the extremely smooth wood, and stood there, stunned for a long time.

When she returned to the front yard, Xiaoxia had already prepared the pimple soup, and as usual, Xiaodong helped set the bowls and chopsticks.

"Sister, have you found the hammer?"

Duan Qingqiu shook his head.

"Eh? How could..." Xiaodong looked puzzled, "I remember there is one at Brother Azhi's place."

"Forget it." She said a little tiredly, "After dinner, I will go to the yard to break down a brick. It will be just as useful."

Xiaodong: "..."

What's going on? The eldest sister at this moment is inexplicably scary.

At this time, pimple soup was served on the table, filling the floor with a large basin.

Duan Qingqiu frowned and looked at his second sister: "So many?"

Xiao Xia was about to serve the noodles when she heard this and then lowered her head: "I'm sorry, sister, I, I... forgot again."

I forgot again, there are three people at home now.

The person who cheered me the most every time and liked to work the most has left.

Duan Qingqiu suddenly wanted to get angry, but he didn't know who to target.

She took a few deep breaths again, knocked on the edge of the bowl, and finally uttered only two words.

"Have a meal."

The shopkeeper of the tea shop worked very quickly and wrote the small list of "freshly brewed tea" the next day.

There is one posted on each table, with black words on red paper and a picture of a steaming tea cup. Both literate and illiterate people can understand it.

Duan Qingqiu thought about it, not to mention, it was pretty good, adding a bit of festive atmosphere before the New Year to the monotonous tables and chairs.

"Then I wish Shopkeeper Jin a great success in selling tea."

"Happy together, rejoice together."

Shopkeeper Jin smiled, and after setting up the arrangements, he led the waiter back to his shop.

He stood behind the counter and happened to be able to see the bustling scene across the street.

The young man came over and said with a puzzled look on his face: "If you want to sell tea, we can just put up a publicity notice outside. Why do you have to waste so much effort and give the money to others to earn?"

"What do you know."

Shopkeeper Jin took out a copper hand cover from under the counter, put it into his sleeve, and sighed comfortably with a lazy expression.

"If you post this notice, do you want to tell the neighbors that our tea shop is so poor that it has become the lowest tea shop?"

"Well, that's not what I meant."

"Humph, business is indeed bad, but our face cannot fall no matter what, so cooperating with the other party is the best way. In fact, I wanted to go to that boss Duan before, but there was no relationship between the two families. A place where we can meet each other, now it’s better, and it’s finally gained popularity.”

Shopkeeper Jin raised his chin quite proudly.

"But... just by selling that little tea, can we really turn around?"

"Tsk." Shopkeeper Jin looked disgusted, "Why is it so difficult to get enlightened? Let me ask you, how many people come and go about the Duan Family Medicinal Food every day?"

"Uh, it should be a few hundred, right?"

"A few hundred? Oh, that was the beginning, right? Now she has created some flower dew cream, and her reputation has almost spread to Dongcheng District. Look at Wuyang Wuyang, all of them are new customers. So, what does that little bit of tea mean? One link pulls the other, sell the tea first, and over time, people will naturally come to buy the tea. As one of the three pillars, our tea shop will definitely get a lot of benefits. Just wait. Come on, there are many people on this street who want to join in, but it’s a pity that they don’t have your shopkeeper’s cleverness and quick execution!”

Guy: "..."

I only know that you have been talking for a long time about selling melons in Jinpo.

Duan Qingqiu didn't expect that the camellias he bought casually and the face cream he made casually would be so popular.

At the same time, she did not expect that a temporary business in the name of cosmeceuticals would attract the attention of the rouge and gouache shop so quickly.

"You make a price, and our boss has said that if it is reasonable, we will never counter-offer."

Two guys wearing gray robes and green hats stood at the entrance of the alley talking to her. Although they used the honorific title "you", their expressions and tone were all very arrogant.

However, he is better than the servants of the Zhao family, at least he knows how to hide his contempt.

"What does it mean to be reasonable?" She couldn't help but feel a little amused.

"Just don't push yourself too far." The clerk on the left said matter-of-factly, "To be honest, my boss is actually not interested in your toilet cream, and I have no intention of making it and selling it after I bought the formula. We have our own secret recipe. And professional masters, the reason why they are willing to spend this money is just that they don’t want the entire market to be disrupted by people like you who don’t know the heights of the world. Who does what, and if you can’t do it for a long time, don’t break the rules.”

She was not in a good mood today. After listening to such a long series of words, she felt even more irritated. At the end, she didn't bother to think about the other party's meaning. She waved her hand and said, "Now that you have said it, I can't do this business." It’s been a long time, so what are you worried about? Go back and tell your boss that when I finish selling the goods in my hand, his business will still be his, and no one will compete with him!”

After that, he walked out.

The two guys looked at each other and took two quick steps: "If you don't want to sell the formula for the time being, then sell us all the remaining toilet cream."

"Not for sale."

"No, why don't you sell it?" The guy on the right stepped forward and said, "You don't have to give up a penny. I'll buy it at the original price!"

Duan Qingqiu laughed angrily: "There is no reason, I just don't want to sell. I have the final say on my goods. Don't you agree? If you don't agree, let your boss go to the street to cry and make trouble, or just go to the Yamen to file a complaint. Anyway, it's up to you. , feel free to use any tricks, I'll be waiting."

The two guys were dumbfounded, and for a moment they forgot to follow him, and they both froze on the spot.

"Who is this?"

"You've already said that the road is dead, what should our boss do next?"

Liu Mansion, backyard.

In Nuange, after listening to the report, a young man in his twenties became angry and slapped the table -

"Hiss, it hurts."

The maid next to him quickly gave him a warm handkerchief, wiped his hands clean, and then kneaded them gently.

"Fifth Young Master, please calm down. When you are so angry, your body becomes petty, and when your anger attacks your heart, you will get little pustules on your face."

When the young man heard this, he immediately showed a panicked expression. He didn't care about the waiter anymore and shouted: "Quick, get the mirror!"

After much deliberation, he finally confirmed that his face was still flawless, and Liu Lang breathed a sigh of relief.

"Damn Duan...what is Duan?"

"Master, Duan Qingqiu."

"Hmph, a country girl is really unworthy of having such an elegant name." Taking a sip of the Qing Xin Bing Huo tea served by the maid, Liu Lang's chest was still heaving with anger, "I, Liu Wu, will buy her recipe. That’s to give her face, but she’s treating her like a donkey!”