110 Zhuangzi
Helian Jue looked at the little girl in front of her, she didn't know how amazing her prescription was.
The effect of the black plaster used by his subordinates was not ordinarily good.
The medicines made from other prescriptions have also sold a lot of silver, and they are still being made in addition, and her three-point share has also reached 5,000 taels.
Thinking of the trace of guilt in his heart, "I don't want silver this time, these prescriptions will be divided among you." “
What? Fan Ruoxi was a little surprised, this black-bellied and cunning stingy ghost actually helped me do things without money, and pie fell from the sky?
Impossible, the silver mask must have a back move, waiting for himself to jump, and sure enough, he saw the other party's thin lips lightly.
"Your share is five thousand taels, how much silver can do as much as you want, and so many people in such a far away place will not take long to find five thousand taels."
Sure enough, I thought this person had become better, and he was still the tsundere.
Fan Ruoxi took out his last 1,000 taels of silver tickets, "Here you go." “
I knew that this person was very shrewd in calculating accounts, and turned around and left.
"Just gone?"
Helian Jue watched Fan Ruoxi suddenly turn around and leave, where did he offend her, so he didn't want to see himself?
Fan Ruoxi wants to cry without tears, every time he goes to Tianji Pavilion, he will become a poor egg.
She didn't expect it at all now that she had promised to ask for three people, and she would give those three formulas to each other.
It should have been a penny without a penny, but the other party made an exception.
However, her first impression of the Heavenly Machine Pavilion Lord was deep-rooted, so she couldn't turn around all of a sudden.
Helian Jue looked at the empty door, "Thirteen years ago?"
At that time, he was at the border pass, was hunted down, and was not in the capital, and after a few years, he found that he had been poisoned by the cold, and his health was not good and he lay down for a few years.
If it weren't for the ghost doctor, he would have been dead a long time ago.
Thinking of this, Helian Jue's face under the mask became extremely ironic.
Early the next morning, Fan Ruoxi went to the cold house first, took some Jinyuzhai's profits, and fortunately had another five hundred taels.
I don't feel safe without money.
Then he went to Zhuangzi in the suburbs in a carriage with Steward Wen.
Zhuangzi was in a town not far from the outskirts of Beijing, and when Fan Ruoxi saw Zhuangzi, Wen Qiang and the long-term workers were still plowing the ground.
"Miss, are you here?" Wen Qiang was a scholar, and he was sweating at this time.
"Wen Qiang, when you are working, try to avoid the noon sun, we are working, not desperate."
"Yes, Miss." Wen Qiang thinks that the young lady is really good and will be sympathetic.
Fan Ruoxi asked Steward Wen's father and son to lead her around Zhuangzi, and she was quite satisfied with the journey of Zhuangzi to the capital in less than an hour.
Looking at Zhuangzi now, there is a large area of farmland around, and she has read the documents and said that there are 500 acres of land.
But several courtyards in Zhuangzi are really simple.
They entered a courtyard, and there were two rooms in the courtyard, one of which had a four-tiered shelf, on which were bamboo baskets, dustpans, baskets, etc., and beside them were shovels and other miscellaneous items.
In the other room, there was an earthen kang with a shabby kang mat on it, and the tables and chairs were very shabby.
"Miss, these haven't had time to change yet." Wen Qiang said a little embarrassed.
"Tear down these houses and rebuild them, build twenty rooms, the houses don't have to be very big, and I'll draw you a drawing later."
"Yes, miss."
Fan Ruoxi went out to take a look at the field, it was a paddy field, which was good.
"Miss, the land here is not fertile, so I just planted some fruit trees." Wen Qiang said.
It's okay if the land is not fertile, we have spiritual spring water.