"Brother Zhao, my sister said to ignore him for now."
"Don’t worry, I know what I’m doing." Zhao Minghua took the pills and ointments; they sold quite well in Shu City.
Tell Chun Ning to increase the production as much as possible.
"Doctor Xiao isn’t a person but a medicine. In Shuzhou, all the wealthy know that Doctor Xiao’s medicine works wonders. For a cough, use the throat-soothing ointment; for children with poor appetites, take the hawthorn pill; for bloating, cold accumulation, use the big dew pill; for extreme yang deficiency and cold fears, shortness of breath, use the stalactite powder..."
"Brother Zhao, you’re impressive, remembering all these effects so well."
Chun Ning teased her future brother-in-law.
"Chun Ning, you don’t understand. I just didn’t want to go to school and memorize all those ancient texts. It’s not that I’m dumb or can’t read." Zhao Minghua, given some paint, had the courage to open a dye shop: "Your sister is so capable, consulting patients, processing medicinal materials, and even making medicines. If I don’t know a thing, do you think I’d be disliked in the future?"
Chun Ning remained silent, fully agreeing in her heart, thinking that being ignorant really might lead to being disliked.
"For a husband and wife to have a common language, I must understand what she understands, and she must understand what I understand." Zhao Minghua had a sense of crisis: "Your sister is excellent at doing business and making money. I must improve, otherwise, I can’t be your brother-in-law."
Chun Ning smiled gently.
He was certainly happy to see his sister marry a like-minded brother-in-law, with deep feelings and common progress.
"I can even recite the Tangtou Song by heart now. The effects of Doctor Xiao’s pills and ointments here, I know them backwards and forwards." Zhao Minghua said, "I can recognize herbs too now."
"Let me tell you something, ever since I was young, my grandfather wanted me to study medicine, teaching me to recognize medicinal herbs, but I couldn’t recognize any, couldn’t remember." Zhao Minghua was puzzled himself: "But now I’m amazing at identifying medicinal materials, can remember them just by looking once."
Really?
Chun Ning casually grabbed a few herbs from the pharmacy, and Zhao Minghua identified them without hesitation and even stated their effects.
"Looks like Brother Zhao put in the effort."
"That’s necessary."
Zhao Minghua’s lips curled slightly. Finding an ideal fiancée indeed gave him energy, double the vigor, and even unlocked a lot of untapped potential.
Of course, a fiancée like that absolutely needs to be protected as well.
The next day, Zhao Minghua "coincidentally" ran into Qian Yuanli.
"Hey, aren’t you that Demi Immortal? I had my fortune told by you before, and you said I’d have a windfall within three days, but ten days have passed, and nothing. Your prediction was off."
Behind Zhao Minghua were two strong men, chewing on blades of foxtail grass.
"Your prediction was off, yet I paid my silver, what do you have to say?"
Qian Yuanli was a bit dumbstruck.
"Gentleman, you must have mistaken me for someone else. I don’t recall ever telling your fortune."
No matter what, just never admit to it.
Besides, he thought his fortune-telling wouldn’t be that precise to limit to the next three to five days. He’d at least mention it happening in the next three to five months to prepare himself for a thorough getaway.
"Hehe, you dare not admit it. At the Xiao Family Pier, you yelled: ’As above the heavens, beneath the earth, I know half the heavenly matters and all the earthly ones.’ Zhao Minghua picked up his collar: "What, didn’t foresee running into Young Master here to settle accounts, huh? "
The thin Qian Yuanli was directly lifted up.
His mind went blank; he became more certain that he never read the fortune for this guy.
After all, this person was not to be trifled with. Experience told him never to provoke someone like this unless absolutely necessary.
But this kind of person didn’t reason; if he claimed to have done it, then it must be true. The most important thing was to keep his little life intact.
He thought for how many miles he had traveled from the Capital to here, closing in on his goal only to sacrifice now, also not knowing if the master would remember him.
No, they wouldn’t, if he died, there would be thousands more like him stepping up. He was merely a passing visitor in this world.
So, he had to live; with green hills remaining, there was hope for wood to burn.
"Please, sir, calm down, let’s talk this over..." Ahem, the collar tightened around his neck, and he was barely able to speak.
Zhao Minghua put him down after confirming he was just a weakling, unable to fight.
"So, how will you compensate me for my losses?"
"Sir, it’s up to you, however you want to compensate is fine." Qian Yuanli was a master at backing down, retreating to gain the best position.