"According to what Mr. Zhao said before, Lao Ji, you are responsible for preparing the raw materials for tiger bones, and I am responsible for brewing unique medicinal wine, which is divided into fifty and fifty."

Luo Xueyun said: "In addition, I also asked Lao Ji to specially customize a one-pound porcelain altar, divided into two styles, containing mild ceremonial wine and more effective medicinal wine, and some of the procedures for the listing of medicinal wine should also be entrusted to Lao Ji." ”

Ji Wanrong's mood that had just calmed down became public again.

"Most of the work has been pushed to me, you are too easy to do it."

Luo Xueyun said with a smile: "I just want to say one thing, without me brewing a unique medicinal wine, everything in the future is empty talk, Lao Ji thinks that such a precious, extraordinary medicinal wine is something that can be made overnight?"

If it weren't for Mr. Zhao's face, why would I have to work hard and do the tiring work of the brewing master. ”

Ji Wanrong was speechless.

"Step by step, first make tiger bone wine, the mild version is called warm bone medicinal wine, the violent version is called the heart of the medicinal wine, the propaganda and advertising to the concept of medicine, the main concept of nourishment instead of treatment, the former can be set 661 bottles, the latter can be set 991 bottles, the packaging is more exquisite and luxurious......"

Luo Xueyun's words surprised Ji Wanrong, and even Zhao Qingtong was slightly moved.

"Sixty-six buys a pound of wine, who is crazy and willing to buy it, even Moutai is only around ten yuan."

Ji Wanrong said excitedly: "We put so much effort into the front and back, but in the end we just put it on the shelf and put it in ashes, why waste our efforts?" ”

Luo Xueyun said calmly: "You are a medicine hall, your main business is to sell medicine, you don't even have to do consultations, you sell medicine and wine as cheap as ordinary wine, do you want to turn the medicine hall into a wine shop?"

I really think that my medicinal wine is flowing from a lot of water, how much do you want? If it weren't for the sake of making a name for Ling's medicine hall, I wouldn't even sell a jar. ”

Ji Wanrong's face was quite unnatural.

Zhao Qingtong said: "Xueyun is right, you Wen Zhengtang has re-established its name, how to attract customers is the most important thing for you, if you really want to make money by selling wine, why bother opening a medicine hall, just do it as a winery."

Strange prescriptions like Xueyun are scarce, and the recipe for medicinal wine next to them is not a big handful, Wan Rong, don't give up your roots. ”

Ji Wanrong nodded yes, and repeatedly said that he would come according to the agreement.

Luo Xueyun asked him to take away the unfinished medicinal wine and follow Zhao Qingtong to his house.

"Let Xueyun see the joke."

"Where to say, although Lao Ji is reckless, he has a sincere heart, as long as the medicinal materials are not fake, it is an advantage not to do business."

Zhao Qingtong laughed.

"I haven't thought about this, for the pharmacy, it is a good thing to be a good owner who only wants good medicine and a good name, regardless of the cost."

"I hope that people in the world are disease-free, why worry about the medicine on the shelf, if Lao Ji has this kind of feeling, I am willing to help him sincerely, if I really drill the eyes of money, I will smash the wine jar, and I will not cooperate with him."

"Wan Rong is clumsy, but his character is there, when his family's Wen Zhengtang saw that the world was in chaos, the villagers were miserable, and often opened free clinics, my father was a child to accept their love and save his life, so he specially instructed me to protect the media and pull the fiber, borrow your medicine and wine, and help Wan Rong."

"In the final analysis, medicinal wine is just to nourish the body, if you really want to cure diseases and save people, you have to go to the doctor, otherwise I will be willing to make more medicinal wine no matter how hard and tired I am."

Zhao Qingtong shook his head: "Xueyun, don't get me wrong, I understand what you mean, don't say anything else, there are very few tiger bones and leopard bones, even if Xueyun is willing to take out the recipe, it is useless to build a winery to produce." ”

Not long after, I returned to the family home where Zhao Qingtong lived, where Luo Xueyun came once, but that time it was a weekend, and Mr. and Mrs. Zhao went to visit friends, but they couldn't see him.

"Mom, I've invited Xueyun, where's my dad?"

Aunt Zhao's eyes were full of sadness, and she raised her fingers and signaled Zhao Qingtong to silence.

"Be quiet, your dad has a headache, he just fell asleep, don't alarm him."

When Zhao Qingtong heard this, he frowned and said, "My dad has made an old mistake again?" Please doctor, no. ”

"Your father won't let me, take some medicine, and fall asleep."

Luo Xueyun followed Zhao Qingtong to the door of the bedroom, and saw Old Man Zhao curled up on the bed, his brows furrowed.

"Qingtong is back?" Old Man Zhao's voice was deep and old.

Zhao Qingtong hurriedly entered the door and said softly: "Dad, am I moving too much and arguing with you?" ”

", I wasn't asleep at all." Old Man Zhao said impatiently, "Your mother is crying and crying, so I am upset, so I came into the house to hide and clean." ”

He tilted his head, gasping for breath.

"Is the young man at the door Luo Xueyun? Come in and let me see. ”

Luo Xueyun quietly entered the door.

"Uncle Zhao is good."

Old man Zhao smiled: "Take advantage of it, at my age, you won't lose anything." ”

Luo Xueyun said with a smile: "I think so, the cannon calls my uncle and calls me old." ”

"Haha, you're funny."

Old man Zhao said: "I was lying on the bed just now, although I had a headache, but my ears were smart, Qingtong's pace was impatient, I heard it before I got to the door, but you were light-hearted, and when I saw you coming in, I couldn't hear the sound like a kitten."

As the old saying goes, you've practiced this kung fu until it's hot. ”

Luo Xueyun said: "Uncle Zhao won the award, I saw that you had an unbearable headache, and deliberately restrained my steps, so as not to disturb you, I practiced the crop tricks blindly, how dare I say that the fire is coming." ”

Old man Zhao said: "Black cat and white cat, catching a mouse is a good cat, no matter what kind of decent he is, or self-taught, it is the ability to win the opponent."

I asked Qingtong to call you, firstly, for the sake of medicine and wine, and secondly...... Sizzle. ”

The old man covered his head and screamed.

Zhao Qingtong hurriedly said: "Dad, are you okay, I'll call the doctor." ”

"Don't bother, it's an old problem, it hurts as soon as the strength comes up, and the doctor can't help it."

Old man Zhao is very stubborn.

Seeing this, Luo Xueyun said softly: "Uncle Zhao, I know a little bit about what you want to see, if you want to rest assured, I'll help you take a look?" ”

"You're still going to heal?" After the old man Zhao asked, he suddenly smiled, "Since ancient times, medicine and martial arts have not been separated, since you know martial arts, and you can use medicine, at least you are not a quack, come and boldly show your uncle." ”

Zhao Qingtong hesitated.

"Xueyun, are you really sure, my dad is not like Wan Rong......"

Old Man Zhao said weakly: "Enough, I haven't said the prescription for medicine, I'm anxious to worry about this and that, just like your mother-in-law." ”

Luo Xueyun walked to the side of the bed, looked at the old man's eyes, face and ears, and asked him what exactly hurt and what kind of pain it was, and finally squatted down and cut his pulse carefully.

Compared with fooling Ji Wanrong, Luo Xueyun used all his strength this time, and even used his true qi to find out the cause.

Seeing Luo Xueyun holding his breath and concentrating, with a serious face, Zhao Qingtong didn't dare to come out, and the old man also closed his eyes slightly, enduring his headache and not moving.

Luo Xueyun said secretly, the will of the old soldier is really admirable.

"How?" As soon as he put his posture away, Zhao Qingtong asked impatiently.

"Has Uncle Zhao been hit the head?"