I look down on the rich second generation the most, and I am also a rich and handsome official of the second generation, didn't I just say a few words about seeking truth from facts? I can't stand it and have to find someone to fight hard?

Kicking Feng Zhidai aside, Zhang Yi quickly stood up from the recliner, now that he is used to being pampered, he is really a little uncomfortable to be attacked suddenly. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info

"If it is said that planting medicinal herbs on a large scale can reduce costs, have you ever thought about why we want to make finished medicines and sell them?" Ignoring someone's incessant rubbing of his buttocks, Zhang Yi spoke: "The people refer to those poor people who have no money, not you high-ranking nobles.

Because they are poor, unless they don't eat at home, they can't have extra money for treatment! ”

"Humph! Don't forget that you're also a nobleman now! Feng Zhidai knew that he couldn't talk about Zhang Yi, so he immediately used the fact that Zhang Yi was a viscount.

"Of course I'm a noble, but I'm different from you, buddy is a noble with a conscience!" Zhang Yi smiled and said, "That's why I asked Daochang Sun to help us leave a prescription for the treatment of wind and cold, we only need to calculate the proportion of the medicinal materials according to the dosage of the prescription to plant, and then boil these medicinal materials into medicines, so that those people can get benefits from it!"

In the future, not only do they not need to spend money to consult the doctor in the pharmacy, but they can also buy finished medicines at the price of less than 60% of the previous medicines. We're just making a few hard-earned bucks out of it! ”

Hearing Zhang Yi's shameless remarks and that smile with everything under control, Feng Zhidai had the urge to drop this product on a tree and whip it!

Hard money nyima! Based on his understanding of Zhang Yi, it is estimated that the gang was sold by him and helped him count the money!

Don't look at Zhang Yi who only collects sixty percent of the money for medicine, but who knows how much profit there is in this sixty percent of the money? Even the freight of dried fish can be counted clearly, and Feng Zhidai, a clear and unambiguous person, doesn't believe that there is no article to do here.

"Then how much profit can the two of us have?" After thinking about it, Feng Zhidai still felt that this question was more important, so he opened his mouth and asked.

"Money is actually enough!" Zhang Yi sighed, and then said: "When the money reaches a certain amount, it is a number, and it is not beneficial to people or the country!" And most importantly, it's hot! I think it's better if it were a royal affair like this, and they should take the lion's share!

Not only that, but we should also mobilize some high-ranking nobles, such as Lu Guogong, Chen Guogong, and Yiguo Gong..... These people participate, let's just take a sip of soup and drink it! ”

Feng Zhidai didn't believe that Zhang Yi had such a noble sentiment, how could there be a reason to send out the duck in hand?

So he asked, "Naturally, I don't have any problem with the royal involvement, but why should I involve other nobles?" You must know that one person may not be able to eat one cake, and two people can make do with it, but there are too many people..."

He didn't go on, but the meaning was very clear, a lot of bread is not enough, or it is diluted.

"You are really a mouse-eyed guy, do you know that it is really painful for me to talk to you?" Zhang Yi looked like I was very tired, and without even looking at Feng Zhidai, he walked towards the river.

Now that the matter of the prescription has been solved, and there is a medical bull like Sun Simiao as a guise to advertise, what he has to do now is to directly throw the prescription to Lao Zhong and then ask him to organize the villagers to go up the mountain and down the ground to collect medicinal seeds.

Lao Zhong is very good at such things, and he can always find the right person to do the most suitable thing.

When I came to the river beach, the earthen kiln was smoking, and a dozen or so men were quite skillfully taking out the calcined cement clinker from the kiln mouth and then putting it on the stone platform next to it to crush it. This process is a technical work, watching the huge hammer keep crushing the clinker one by one, and then it is collected and then ground into powder with a stone mill, Zhang Yi's eyes shifted from here to the waterwheel not far away.

The installation of the waterwheel has entered the final stage, and the only thing left to do is to install the wooden bucket to continuously feed the water into the canal through the concave wood built on one side.

Zhang Yi is very satisfied with this progress, once the automatic irrigation system is implemented, the land in Zhuangzi will no longer have to worry about water shortage, especially in the year of the great drought.

Of course, this is only for water conservancy, in fact, the biggest role of these waterwheels in Zhang Yi's view is the use of water instead of manpower, because from now on the use of stone grinding may gradually disappear in Zhuangzi, whether it is grinding surface or crushing cement will be carried out here.

Looking forward to a better future, a lot of cement has been ground out just after it was baked, and a few skilled men took out some and added river sand and stone for experiments.

Zhang Yi naturally can't have any interest in the experiment, it's just to stir it evenly and wait for it to dry, as long as it is not broken with a hammer after air drying, it is qualified. Looking at the rows on the side of the road, from being knocked out of the sparse and then to two halves, and finally to the last time a piece was knocked off, Zhang Yi knew that the cement was not far from success.

With just a few more experiments, the right recipe will surely emerge, and at that time it will be in the form of an absolute bull 13 with a loud bang in the sky and a shining appearance of labor and management.

Back at the thatched hut, Feng Zhidai hadn't left yet, just lying on the recliner with his head clattering and thinking about things, and he didn't know what this guy was thinking about all day long.

It's not easy to disturb, Zhang Yi decided that he should make do with some food first, since the last time the meatballs sent by the old lady's servant were bumped all the way into minced meat, Zhang Yi began to cook by himself. Declined Zhang Xiang's proposal to call the cook to Zhuangzi, wouldn't he just cook? Can you still be tired to death?

"Young master, let's let the slave come!" Seeing that the young master was about to do it himself, the maidservant painter hurriedly followed.

Hua'er is one of the maidservants he bought in Dongshi last time, and she is also middle-to-middle, especially the ups and downs on her chest, which is very charming. The main reason why she was able to come here was that the old lady was not worried about her grandson suffering in the Zhuangzi, of course, there was more or less other meaning in this.

From the resentful gaze that came from time to time in the painting, Zhang Yi was a little itchy.

Counting the previous life and the current body, how can he be regarded as an old virgin who has been holding back for decades, and he is very rich in theoretical knowledge, if he is still young now, he would have done it from above, and he could still wait for this Nizi to tease if he has something to do?

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