With his enthusiastic attitude and the ability to understand the dialects of most places, Gao Mingcheng's business is thriving.

On the first day of the medicine fair, most of the medicinal materials he brought were already sold.

In the evening, Gao Mingcheng was taking stock of the remaining medicinal materials and today's income, and then said to Gao Zhuang and Huang Dazhi: "There are not many remaining medicinal materials, and you know the price, as for how to sell the goods, you should also know, right?" ”

Gao Zhuang and Huang Dazhi both saw the stack of money, but their eyes were very clean, and no one showed a trace of greed.

Hearing Gao Mingcheng ask, Gao Zhuang hurriedly nodded and said, "Well, I'll be there!" Brother Ming Cheng, it's really interesting here! There are so many people, and so many people I have never met! The clothes they wear are so beautiful! ”

The corners of Gao Mingcheng's mouth curled, knowing that Gao Zhuang was talking about those ethnic minority people, who were used to wearing their own national costumes, which was a very strange thing in Gao Zhuang's opinion.

"It's good to know how to sell goods, tomorrow you two will be responsible for setting up stalls to sell goods, and I'm going to walk around." Gao Mingcheng handed over the task of watching the stall to Gao Zhuang and Huang Dazhi, and the two nodded cautiously as if they had been given a heavy responsibility.

After deciding what happened tomorrow, Gao Mingcheng put the money away closely, and then prepared to rest.

I sold most of the goods today, and I have all returned to my capital, and I have also made some money, plus the stack of money that I stole on the train before, and now Gao Mingcheng has a huge sum of six thousand eight in his hand!

With this money, you can build a rather luxurious house in their village!

Of course, for the merchants, the money is alive and has to be flowing, so that the money can make money. Therefore, Gao Mingcheng plans to go around tomorrow to buy some rare medicinal materials in their county and bring them back for sale.

Early the next morning, the three of them got up and had breakfast at the Yaodu Hotel, and then Gao Zhuang and Huang Dazhi went to set up a stall with medicinal herbs, and Gao Mingcheng walked around.

Yesterday, he was thinking about selling medicines, so he only glanced at them in a hurry, and did not take into account the excitement of the entire drug fair.

Today he had a whole day to walk around, and on this day, he stopped at the door of several medicinal herb stores, observed their transactions, and read their words.

I also communicated with an old Chinese medicine doctor who set up a stall to see a doctor, and asked someone to check his pulse, and the result was a diagnosis of good health.

In the process of talking with people, Gao Mingcheng has a deeper understanding of the Pharmaceutical Fair, which was originally evolved from the temple fair of the Yaowang Temple, and has a very long history, which can be traced back to the Han and Jin dynasties, became in the Tang and Song dynasties, flourished in the Ming and Qing dynasties, and lasted for 1800 years.

"In the Tang Dynasty, our camphor tree became a transit place for medicinal materials in the north and south, and there was a special trading site for medicinal materials, known as the 'medicine market'. Young man, listening to your accent, who is also from our area, why don't you understand these things? The gray-haired old Chinese medicine doctor looked at Gao Mingcheng with a puzzled expression.

The Camphor Gang is extremely powerful, and the reputation of the Medicine Fair is also extremely loud, and the people of the Camphor Tree are proud of it, and they will open their mouths about its history.

But Gao Mingcheng spoke camphor tree dialect, but all he asked was layman.

Gao Mingcheng smiled embarrassedly, suddenly changed the accent of his hometown, and said: "I'm from Fuzhou, old man, can you understand what I said?" ”

Zhangshu is not too far from Fuzhou, and the accents of the two places are not much different, Gao Mingcheng traveled south and north in his previous life, and was used to communicating with people, so it is easy to learn the dialects of other places.

The old gentleman was stunned for a moment, sighed, and said, "I can understand some of it, Fuzhou...... I know that Linchuan there is the hometown of talents! Are you from Linchuan? ”

Gao Mingcheng shook his head, he was next door to Linchuan! So far, there has not been a single college student in the village, so I don't dare to touch the light of the hometown of talents.

"Sir, do you take in apprentices?" Gao Mingcheng asked, he remembered that many beauties liked that medical book very much, and he was also very familiar with various Chinese medicines near the village.

It would be good if many beauties could have the opportunity to worship a famous teacher, learn systematically, and open a medical clinic in the future.

"No! I have three apprentices, and when I'm old, I won't accept them! The old gentleman had a good temper, and he seemed to look at Gao Mingcheng very well, so he said, "Young man, do you want to study medicine?" I see that you are clever and understand medicinal materials, if you are willing to learn, I will let the big apprentice accept you. ”

Gao Mingcheng had a momentary heartbeat, but he still refused, he actually didn't understand medicinal materials, all his medicinal materials were all dried, and after arriving here, he knew that there are many ways to concoct medicinal materials, and each method has some corresponding skills.

For example, moisturizing medicine, guillotine, tablet knife, planing knife, water pan pill, grinding groove, cannon burning, etc., he didn't understand this at all.

I don't understand medicinal materials, pharmacological meridians and the like, let alone can't, with his qualifications, if you go to learn Chinese medicine, I don't know how long it will take to learn it.

But Shaohua is fleeting, and he is unwilling to spend all his time on things that he doesn't understand and are not very interested in.

This time the medicine fair allowed him to make money, but what he wanted was to buy more medicinal materials in the future, and then carry out preliminary processing and then sell them here, so that the selling price would be higher.

After saying goodbye to the good-tempered old Chinese medicine doctor, Gao Mingcheng continued to walk forward, and he saw many stalls selling pill cream, pill powder and medicinal wine, so he stepped forward to see it again.

When others saw this, they only thought about whether they needed it, but when Gao Mingcheng saw this, he was thinking that it would be good if he could get a prescription for a finished medicine.

In his mind, he remembered the history of the 'Mrs. Oral Liquid', as well as the popular Onlly No. 1, Sanzhu Oral Liquid, Sun God, Chinese Turtle Essence, etc., which were all the rage in the 90s, and they once created sales myths one after another, although they all disappeared later, and the leaders behind them also fell off the altar one after another.

But, after all, I made a lot of money!

It seems good to replicate their path and then stop it in time when necessary, but here's the problem, firstly, he has to have a reliable prescription, secondly, he has to have a factory, and finally he needs a lot of money for advertising, sales, and so on.

Thinking of this, Gao Mingcheng suddenly felt that the money in his pocket was too small.

The original prescription for "Mrs. Oral Liquid" was bought by someone else for 90,000 yuan, but what about him...... Not ten thousand!

Forget it, who doesn't have a dream of getting rich?

He still honestly got the workshop for rough processing of medicinal materials first!

At next year's drug fair, he is still coming!

Gao Mingcheng was full of ambition, when suddenly a black box was aimed at him, and a person said with a smile: "Young man, are you here to buy medicine, or are you here to sell medicine?" ”

Gao Mingcheng followed the sound and saw someone carrying a video camera, filming the situation of the drug fair, and interviewing some passers-by randomly.

And Gao Mingcheng is the lucky one who was interviewed.

Now written, continue to code.

(End of chapter)