The daily life of a space tycoon raising children, doting on his husband, and farming.

Chapter 101 Did you quarrel?
Shang Wan rolled her eyes at him. "Ten taels of silver a box, take it or leave it."

She originally planned to price it at one hundred taels, but felt there weren't that many suckers in the county town.

Ten taels would be good; it's comparable to mid-to-high-end wound medicine in pharmacies, and many people can afford it. As long as the wound medicine is effective, once the reputation is established, there will be no shortage of buyers.

"Buy it," Qiao Yu'an said generously, "Three boxes, please."

Good medicines must be stocked up!
Although Shang Wan had never run a proper business, she knew the principle that scarcity increases value.

"Do you think our family's secret recipe is as easy as cabbage? Do you know how many precious and hard-to-find medicinal herbs are added? Do you know how difficult it is to make?"

Qiao Yu'an thought about it and realized that this made sense. It could even heal Lu Chengjing's injuries, which showed how precious the medicine was.

He reduced the quantity, "Then the two boxes?"

"One box." Shang Wan measured out the smallest amount. "It was originally prepared for my husband, but I just happened to have gathered all the medicinal herbs, so I can make a few more boxes. Otherwise, I wouldn't have any."

Qiao Yu'an immediately called A'le to pay the money, fearing that Shang Wan would change her mind and not sell him even a single box.

Shang Wan accepted the money and said to the two men, "Wait here."

Turning around and walking into the wooden shed, Shang Wan opened the wooden box in the corner, took out the ordinary ointment she had bought from Yuan Musheng, opened the box, poured in spiritual spring water, stirred it, and then smoothed the surface. The elixir was now complete.

A box of medicine, no bigger than the palm of your hand, cost ten taels of silver, and Ah Le felt a pang of heartache.

Qiao Yu'an frowned, "How many times can this box of medicine be applied?"

One box doesn't feel like enough.

"It's not like I'm asking you to plaster the wall," Shang Wan said. "Just apply a thin layer to the broken bone, once in the morning and once at night."

She handed Qiao Yu'an a small porcelain bottle, no bigger than a thumb, and said, "Take two drops daily with the medicine. Do not use more than that, and the effect will be doubled."

Is it really that amazing?

Qiao Yu'an took it, uncorked the bottle, sniffed it, and asked in confusion, "Why is there no smell at all?"

Shouldn't the medicine have a medicinal smell?
Shang Wan, without even blinking, lied, "I already said it's a family secret recipe, so naturally it's different from ordinary medicine."

Qiao Yu'an accepted this explanation and told A'le to put the ointment and the small porcelain bottle together so as not to lose them.

Ah Le would do as he was told without him even having to.

Before long, the aroma of food wafted from the stove. Shang Wan told He Sizhi and his apprentice to take a break and continue working after they had eaten.

He Sizhi was worried about her son, so she only sat for a short while before getting up to go find him.

With nothing else to do, Gao Yan and Ma Jieyong heard that many families in the village were building houses, and thinking they might be able to find some work, they went along as well.

After Yuanyuan woke up from her nap, Qiao Yu'an went to tease her, only to have the little one pee all over her, and his face immediately turned green.

"Su!" Yuanyuan blinked her big eyes at him, her two chubby little hands clasped together, looking obedient and well-behaved.

Qiao Yu'an's anger subsided, and he helplessly rubbed her little head, "Yuanyuan, count how many times this has happened? Couldn't you have told your uncle first?"

How fat?

Yuan Yuan lowered her little head and started counting on her fingers seriously, "One, four, ba..."

I counted it three times, and each time it was different.

The little guy blinked his eyes, then simply spread his five fingers and held up the two chubby little flowers in front of Qiao Yu'an.

It means there are two hands that have done this many times.

Qiao Yu'an: "..."

Why would he expect a toddler who is just over a year old to be able to count?
Shang Wan casually grabbed a set of clothes that Lu Chengjing didn't often wear and gave them to Qiao Yu'an, telling him to go to the shed and change himself.

Qiao Yu'an and Lu Chengjing were about the same size, except that Lu Chengjing was thinner.

Qiao Yu'an changed his clothes and came out, looking down at his waist, which fit perfectly. He thought to himself that it was a good thing he had lost the weight he gained over the New Year, otherwise he really wouldn't be able to fit into the clothes.

"Su!" Yuanyuan rode over on her little gray dog ​​and handed him the little turtle that was perched on her head.

Qiao Yu'an laughed, "You want to give me the turtle?" "No!" Yuan Yuan was so frightened that she immediately hugged the little turtle to her chest, her big eyes wide open, and directed Xiao Hui to back away.

"Hey, don't run away! Uncle's just teasing you. I won't take the turtle from you." Qiao Yu'an pointed at Little Gray. "How about giving it to me?"

Yuanyuan: !!!
No, Turtle can't, and Little Gray can't either!

The little guy kept shaking his head, making himself dizzy, and all he could see were circles.

Qiao Yu'an laughed so hard he almost fell over. He never thought teasing children was so fun before.

"Yuanyuan, give me this wolf, and then have your mother go to the mountains to catch another one. If you agree, I'll treat you to some goat's milk, how about that?"

Yuan Yuan refused with a stern face, "Cloth!"

"Let's discuss it again," Qiao Yu'an said, like a wolf luring a little rabbit. "Besides goat's milk, how about I treat you to your favorite candy?"

Little Yuan Yuan hesitated for a moment, then held up a chubby little finger, "One fat!"

You can let Little Grey play with Uncle for a while.

Qiao Yu'an actually understood and shook his head, saying, "No, I'd be at a disadvantage if I only played for a little while."

Yuan Yuan frowned, her little face serious as she thought for a moment, before adding a finger.

Only two for a short while, no more!

While the uncle and nephew were haggling over the amount of time Xiao Hui would spend playing with him, Lu Chengjing finished checking the accounts, closed his eyes to rest, and rotated his slightly sore wrists.

After tidying up the things on the small table, he turned his wheelchair and headed towards Shang Wan.

Shang Wan was setting up a long table for dinner. The small table at home wasn't enough, so she had to piece together a wooden board and support it with bricks.

Lu Chengjing watched quietly from the side, his gaze following Shang Wan's movements. After a while, when Shang Wan didn't respond to him, he took the initiative to call out, "Wife."

"Is something the matter?" Shang Wan glanced back at him, then turned back again, placing her hand on the table to test its stability.

Lu Chengjing said slowly, "I agree to take care of Yu'an's accounts, and I will pay four taels of silver per month."

Shang Wan: "Oh."

Lu Chengjing: "These herbs can be taken to the pharmacy to sell after drying for two more days."

Shang Wan: "Okay, I'll take them to the pharmacy when I go to the brick kiln to pick up the bricks in a couple of days."

Lu Chengjing: "We've run out of medicine for today. I'll go to the Yuan family to get more after we finish eating."

Shang Wan: "Okay."

Lu Chengjing: "..."

Even the most oblivious person would have noticed that Shang Wan was acting strangely, let alone someone as oblivious as him.

He pursed his lips and asked softly, "Do you have something to ask me?"

"No." Shang Wan tossed the rag she had used to wipe the table back into the small wooden bucket and carried it to the well to change the water.

"Did you two have a fight?" Qiao Yu'an asked gossipy, holding Yuanyuan and placing the little one on Lu Chengjing's lap.

Yuanyuan tilted her little head up to look at her father.

Lu Chengjing raised his hand and pinched his daughter's cheek, lowered his eyes to hide the darkness in them, and said in a low voice, "No."

Qiao Yu'an didn't believe it, but he understood his friend's personality; even if he persisted in asking, he wouldn't get any information out of him.

He decided to observe for himself.

Unfortunately, I didn't glean any useful gossip even after observing them until they left, which was quite disappointing.

As night fell, the moon was bright and the stars were few, and the chirping of insects came from the grass.

In the partitioned room of the wooden shed, Shang Wan blew out the oil lamp, plunging the room into darkness, with only the soft breathing of the two people heard.

(End of this chapter)