Thanks to the seasoning, they also sold a lot of Siraitia grosvenorii, although after the seasoning was sold out, more than half of the Siraitia grosvenorii were left.
Seeing that there was no hope of selling Luohanguo, the two packed up their things and prepared to go back to the house.
"Oh, is it Siraitia grosvenorii?"
A little brother from a gallop beckoned to them, as if to stop them.
Song QingHan nodded and asked inexplicably, "what's the matter?"
The younger brother stopped to catch breath for a while, supported his knee and said, "I, I am the running room of the rejuvenation hall. Dr. Luo heard that you were here today, so he specially asked me to invite you to come over here!"
Dr. Luo? Has his experiment yielded results?
Song QingHan and Wu Dahu looked at each other. Seeing that he had no opinion, he nodded and agreed: "OK, let's go there."
The younger brother in the front of the road, three steps a look back to see if they have followed.
Song QingHan saw that he had a clear look in his eyes and moved in his heart. He said, "this little brother, do you know why Dr. Luo wants to call us?"
After hearing his question, although there was a puzzled look on his face, he still replied honestly, "doctor Luo said he would like to find you to make a crime."
Song QingHan was so surprised that he walked two steps quickly. He ran in parallel with paotang's younger brother and asked, "why do you want to find me to blame? But there's something wrong with Grosvenor? "
The little brother scratched his head, his face did not know why, hesitated: "big, probably? In fact, I don't know, I'm just a errand... "
Song QingHan looked at his expression and felt that if he asked again, he might cry, so he closed his mouth and walked quietly.
But although he could not see anything on his face, his heart was heavy.
Guilty? Is there something wrong with Dr. Luo's drinking? Is it that his constitution is not suitable for drinking Siraitia grosvenorii? If I had known that, I should have made it clear to him that people with weak intestines and stomachs are not suitable to drink Siraitia grosvenorii for a long time. Alas, should we not sell Siraitia grosvenorii as we said that day?
Wu Dahu saw song QingHan's uneasiness in his heart, reached for a pat on his shoulder, and said in a soft voice, "don't worry. We'll talk about it when we get there."
Song QingHan nodded his head and leaned against him slightly, pressing in his heart.
The sign of huichuntang soon appeared in the sight of the three people. The younger brother ran a few steps and rushed in, probably to report the news.
Dr. Luo's serious face slowly appeared in Song QingHan's sight. He opened his mouth and tried to reveal his doubts in his heart: "doctor Luo, what's wrong with him?"
I didn't expect that Dr. Luo's brow was even tighter. He looked at him like a sinner and said in a deep voice, "why do you take out such a useful thing now?"
"No, no, listen to my explanation..."
Song QingHan subconsciously denied that he was stunned when his brain responded to Dr. Luo's words and asked, "what? You just said, "good stuff?"
Dr. Luo definitely nodded his head and said as if he were a family treasure: "it tastes sweet, sour and cool in nature. It has the effects of clearing heat and cooling blood, generating fluid and relieving cough, smoothing intestines and expelling toxins, moistening the lung and resolving phlegm. As for the beauty and beautification you said, you can't see it for the time being. But if you can smooth the intestines and expel toxins, it will naturally have certain effect on beauty."
Song QingHan looked at doctor Luo adoringly. He didn't expect that he could understand the effect of Siraitia grosvenorii in such a short time.
Seeing that Dr. Luo's face did not slow down, song QingHan thought of the question he had just asked, hesitated for a moment, and replied, "to be honest, Dr. Luo said that although I know that Luohanguo is a good thing, it was not until recently that I found a trace of Luohanguo in the mountains. As soon as he handled it, he took it to the market and did not hide it
Hearing his reply, Dr. Luo's face looked better. He nodded his head and said, "I see. I blame you. This Momordica grosvenorii must be sold to the rejuvenation hall. In the future, you can supply it to the spring hall regularly."
Song QingHan looks at Wu Dahu in surprise. It seems that he didn't expect such a big pie to fall on their heads.
Wu Dahu experienced the business of shopkeeper LV and became more thoughtful. He asked, "can we sell Siraitia grosvenorii to other people after that?"
Dr. Luo looked at him strangely, as if he had seen through his mind. With a smile, he said, "of course. The purpose of the rejuvenation hall is to hang a pot to help the world. It is not about money, fame and wealth. As long as it is beneficial to the people, it is what huichuntang is willing to see."
Song QingHan and wudahu could see the sincerity of doctor Luo when he said this. He almost didn't think about it, so he nodded and said, "OK! We will supply as many Siraitia grosvenorii as we need! "
Dr. Luo nodded and pointed to the round faced shopkeeper beside him and said, "if you talk to him about business, I won't stay much."
With that, he went to the inner room, as if to continue to inquire.
After he left, the round faced shopkeeper came to the two men with a smile and said, "this Siraitia grosvenorii can be supplied to us once a week, such a sack at a time. If the price is based on the price set by Dr. Luo, how about it?"Song QingHan's eyes flashed by surprise. He never thought that huichuntang was so generous that he bought such a large quantity of goods that he did not lower the price.
But it was a good thing for him, so he nodded decisively and agreed, "OK! According to the manager! This time, we still have half a bag of Siraitia grosvenorii. Can I have it from the shopkeeper
The shopkeeper nodded, waved to the waiter, and said, "take these Siraitia grosvenorii in!"
Then he took out five liang of silver from the counter and handed it to song QingHan. He said, "when you come, if I'm not here, just look for the second mate. I'll tell him to do well."
Song QingHan holds the silver and nods happily. After saying goodbye to the shopkeeper, he turns around and leaves with Wu Dahu.
They went to buy some household goods. When they passed the cloth shop, song QingHan remembered his intention to help Wu Dahu clean up his clothes. He suddenly grabbed his hand and said, "let's go and buy some clothes."
Wu Dahu didn't think much about it. How could a woman not love beauty? What's more, song QingHan's clothes are too few. In the past, the conditions were not allowed. Now that he has money, he has to buy some new clothes for him.
When the shopkeeper of the cloth shop saw the two people, he quickly looked at their clothes, estimated their consumption level in his heart, and welcomed them with a smile. He pointed to the plain cloth on his right hand and said, "are you here to buy cloth? It's the best-selling fabric in our store. It's strong and warm, and it's not easy to get dirty. It's very cost-effective to buy it back and make clothes. "
Song QingHan reached out and touched the cloth. He saw that the thick cloth was thick, but it was too rough. He could not help frowning and said, "is there anything better? This is too rough. "
The shopkeeper calmly pointed to another piece of cloth and said, "what about this one? The fabric is smooth, so it's perfect for lining. "
Song QingHan went to touch it, shook his head and said, "no, it's too thin. It's easy to break."
The shopkeeper's smile on his face gradually converged, pointed to the cloth in the shop and said, "in this case, you can see which one you want. Your hands can feel their shortcomings."
His words are a little impolite, but song QingHan seems to have never heard of it. He nodded his head and said, "it's OK. I'll see for myself. After all, you don't know what I want."
The shopkeeper's eyes flashed a touch of ridicule, but his face was silent, allowing him to touch the cloth in the shop one by one.
When song QingHan touched the last piece of cloth, he stopped, looked at the shopkeeper and asked, "how much is this cloth?"
The shopkeeper said lazily, "this is one of the best fabrics in our shop, one piece of ten Liang silver."
Song QingHan took a cold breath and exclaimed, "so expensive?"
His inexperienced response pleased the shopkeeper. The shopkeeper chuckled, "this is not the most expensive one. The most expensive one will sell for 50 Liang silver."
Song QingHan subconsciously looked at the white cloth beside his eyes. If he guessed correctly, the "Fifty Liang silver piece" cloth in the shopkeeper's mouth was this one. Because if it's hand feel, this cloth is absolutely the best. It feels like the air. It's silky and smooth. If it's made into clothes, I don't know how comfortable it should be.
However, the reason why song QingHan didn't choose the white cloth was that Wu Dahu usually did a lot of work. If he really used this cloth to make clothes, it would soon be broken.
This gray cloth is different. It feels good, thick enough, and dirty. It can be worn no matter what you see or do. It can be said that it is the most practical one.
Seeing song QingHan's eyes, Wu Dahu hesitated and said with a smile: "if you like, buy it. This cloth is really good, but it's not enough to match your skin color."
If he is allowed to choose, he must choose some colorful cloth to make clothes for song QingHan. Because song QingHan is too white, he needs some bright colors to set off his skin color and show his vitality at his age.
Song QingHan looked at him strangely and said, "this is what I chose for you. What can I do with my skin color? Just match your complexion
Wu Dahu's eyes flashed with surprise, shook his head and refused: "my clothes are enough to wear. I don't need to buy them again. I'll buy them for you if you want to."
Song QingHan pulled the corner of his clothes and said, "if you can wear them, can you wash them like this? no way! You must make a new suit today
Seeing that he looked serious, Wu Dahu thought that he thought he was disgusted by his poor clothes, so he had to smile bitterly and nod his head: "OK, but I don't need such a good cloth, just like the cloth introduced by the shopkeeper at the beginning. By the way, how much is that cloth?"
The shopkeeper is pulling out his ear, smell speech to pause, casually reply: "Fifty Wen a piece."
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