The next day, Li Changkong and Zhen Jian directly brought a hundred bottles of pig ointment to the street.

As a result, in less than half an hour, it was directly robbed.

This situation is even more popular than Li Changkong expected.

After asking for a while, I found out that the effect of the ointment is really good!

In fact, this ointment is the prescription recorded in "Zhang's Medical Tong".

And "Zhang's Medical Tong" is the medical book of what dynasty?

Qing Dynasty's!

Some of these medical achievements are at least 100 years ahead of the medical circles!

Rheumatism and bone pain can be regarded as an old problem, and the coping strategy of dry people is either hard resistance or acupuncture massage.

It cannot be said that there are no drugs specifically used to treat rheumatism and bone pain, but they are definitely scarce, and the effect is worrying.

Therefore, the reason why the ointment can be popular is that on the one hand, its own quality is really excellent, and on the other hand, it is all set off by its peers.

In this way, the pig paste exploded for seven days in a row.

Except for the next day, when the daily sales increased to 100 bottles, the next few days, it remained at 100 bottles.

Seeing that Zhen Jian was in a hurry, he said that the young master had finally come up with a way to make money, why couldn't he sell it well?

On this day, a hundred bottles were sold, and one bottle was a penny, that is, one tael of silver, and at the end of that day, it was one hundred taels of silver.

It seems like a lot, but if you remove the expenses, the net profit is about fifty taels of silver.

The Marquis of Wuling's Mansion owes 20,000 taels of silver, but this money has to be paid off before the Mid-Autumn Festival, and there are not many days left.

Zhen Jian was in a hurry, but Li Changkong was not in a hurry at all.

Because he never thought that he could earn back the 50,000 taels of silver in a short period of time just by selling medicine.

What he wants to sell is a prescription!

And if you want to sell a prescription at a good price, you have to let people see the effect of the medicine!

Now it works great!

It is difficult to find a medicine in the medicine market, and Li Changkong only sells one or two silver per bottle of medicine.

But you can't stand it, and it's rare to be expensive!

Under the speculation of some people, intentionally or unintentionally, the market price of the pig paste has risen five times, to five taels of silver a bottle!

What is the concept?

It's almost equivalent to half a month's expenses for a family of three.

Just to buy a bottle of medicine?

It's a bit extravagant.

But when something is scarcer and more luxurious, the more people seek it out.

This is the case with the syllabus.

Or is this a kind of hunger marketing?

In short, no matter what the means, Li Changkong's goal was achieved.

The ointment has completely spread all over the Taipingfang.

Every household, even if they haven't used it, they have heard of it more or less.

……

There are many Taipingfang medical centers, and the list is endless.

But in terms of scale, two are the most.

Hanging pot house and Jishitang!

The origin of these two families is not small, and the hanging pot house is an industry under the name of the earl of the current dynasty, and there is the support of the prince behind it.

Ordinary medical halls, dare not provoke.

As for Jishitang, who is the owner behind it, over the years, there is no sure believe.

But at least the background is no worse than that of the capital, otherwise it would not have been-for-tat with the Hanging Pot House for so many years.

At noon one day, the capital city of Bofu.

Uncle Du Cheng was eating three dishes and one soup, and his heart was full of joy.

For a miser like him, this was already a rare feast.

If it weren't for the fact that he cheated 50,000 taels of silver from the stupid pig son of Marquis Wuling a few days ago, he would never have been so extravagant.

However, halfway through the meal, the butler, who was dressed shabby and even had patches on his clothes, came in.

The housekeeper of the capital city is supposed to be a fat man.

Even if you can't get rich, you won't wear patched clothes.

But... According to the stingy nature of the capital uncle, if the housekeeper in the house really wears good silk, I am afraid that he will have to be deducted money.

It is already a great gift to be able to let you do things in the Bofu.

Still want money? How can there be such a good thing in the world?

In short, in the capital city, the subordinates inside and outside cannot live better than him, who is the master.

At least not on the surface.

Looking at the housekeeper's bitter face, Du Chengbo chuckled in his heart and scolded: "Look at your poor and sour look, I know that there must be no good thing, master, didn't you come to me to borrow silver?" ”

When the housekeeper heard this, the corners of his mouth twitched slightly, and he slandered in his heart: "Come to you to borrow silver?" Didn't I have a broken head? ”

"A few days ago, the Marquis of Wuling came to the door with a knife, didn't he be able to take half a copper plate from you?"

Seeing that Du Chengbo's eyes were becoming sharper and sharper, the housekeeper hurriedly reined in his thoughts, and said respectfully: "Master, how dare the little one covet your silver." ”

"It's the hanging pot over there, something is wrong."

"These days, there are very few guests."

"If this goes on for a long time, I'm afraid it will be a thousand taels of silver less this month."

"A thousand taels of silver?" When Du Chengbo heard this, he immediately felt very distressed.

As if it wasn't a thousand taels of silver, but his life!

"Master, I was born rich and noble, how could I encounter such a thing? Isn't it that you are filling your pockets, deceiving your superiors and subordinates, and deceiving me here? Du Chengbo's little eyes flickered, shooting a fierce light.

When the housekeeper heard this, he was startled and hurriedly told the truth.

"Sir, it's really not my fault. Just a few days ago, a new medicine popped up in the medicine market in Taipingfang, saying that it has miraculous effects in treating bone pain, and it is worth five taels of silver a bottle. ”

"The big guys have gone to buy this new medicine, and they don't seem to be very cold to our doctor who is hanging pot ju acupuncture and massage."

When Du Chengbo heard this, he was stunned.

He had an old problem with bone pain, and when it rained, he rolled all over the bed in pain.

Later, I invited a doctor who can do acupuncture and massage, and I did it two or three times a month, which was much more comfortable.

He smelled the huge business opportunity here, so he was ruthless, spent a lot of silver, and opened a hanging pot house.

In addition to selling medicinal herbs, the main thing is to invite a doctor who knows acupuncture and massage to massage the guests.

Buying medicine for others is just a one-shot deal, but he has been buying and selling for many years, and he soon made a lot of money.

But now... Isn't this new drug cutting off his financial route?

It's going to kill him!

"The fortune teller said that my lord, I was born with a rich and noble face, how could I also suffer from this catastrophe." Du Chengbo's two eyebrows furrowed like earthworms, and his face was full of tangles.

"Tell me, how is this good?"

When the housekeeper heard this, he was not ambiguous, and said directly: "Master, since this new medicine is so easy to use, why don't we buy its prescription?" ”

When Uncle Du Chengbo heard this, his eyes suddenly lit up, but it was a good idea.

It's just that in the blink of an eye, he became entangled again, and said, "This will cost a lot of silver, right?" ”

"My lord, no matter how much this money is spent, it is a one-shot deal. If the business of Hanging Huju is gone, it will be a lifelong business. ”

When Du Chengbo heard this, he sighed in his heart, he had earned a lot of money over the years, and if it was really gone, he would be dying.

So he said in pain: "Then buy it." ”

"Who sells this medicine?"

"The prince of the Marquis of Wuling, Li Changkong."

When Du Chengbo heard this, he was stunned and motionless.