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

Chapter 217 Big Order
After wandering around the shop again, Shang Wan went behind the counter and flipped through the account book.

Lu Chengjing used Arabic numerals and tables that Shang Wan taught him for bookkeeping. He was smart and learned quickly. After Shang Wan taught him twice, he was able to use it with ease and drew several kinds of tables to make bookkeeping easier.

Shang Wan genuinely felt it was a pity he didn't become an accountant.

Lu Chengjing poured a glass of plum juice and placed it next to Shang Wan. Today, the plum juice was provided free of charge to customers who had made purchases at Lingyao Pavilion.

Many people thought it tasted good and even after leaving the shop, they turned back to the medicine cabinet to get a packet to take away.

"More people came than we expected."

Shang Wan nodded, "It's all thanks to the nursery rhyme you wrote."

Most of the customers in the shop came after hearing the nursery rhymes.

Lu Chengjing: "My wife's idea is good."

As the two were exchanging compliments, Qiao Yu'an suddenly appeared out of nowhere and said, "Well, Ah Le and I have been helping you greet your guests over there, and our throats are practically hoarse from talking so much. And you two are just sitting here taking it easy."

He handed the hollow bamboo cup in his hand to Lu Chengjing and filled it up.

Lu Chengjing picked up the porcelain teapot and poured him a full cup.

Qiao Yu'an took a big gulp and glanced sideways at Shang Wan, "How did you come up with the idea of ​​using glass to make the cabinet?"

There are no shops like this in the city.

Shang Wan shrugged. "I just thought about it casually. Didn't you think about it?"

Qiao Yu'an: "..."

He really hadn't thought about it.

"Manager Shang," Steward Zhong said, pushing through the crowd to the counter. "May I speak with you in private?"

Shang Wan put the account books away and led the people to the backyard.

A large black dog lay by the blue curtain leading to the backyard, baring its teeth at guests who approached and preventing them from going into the backyard.

The adults were busy in the front, while the children played in the backyard.

Upon seeing Shang Wan lead the group in, Chu Xu, holding Yuan Yuan's hand, waved to everyone, "Let's go over there and play hide-and-seek. I'll be 'it'."

"Okay!" The children all followed, and the low table was instantly empty.

Shang Wan invited Steward Zhong to sit down, "May I ask what advice Steward Zhong has for you?"

"I dare not presume to offer guidance." Manager Zhong said with a blank face but a kind tone, "The master ordered me to order a batch of all-purpose ointment and wound medicine."

Shang Wan understood the implied meaning from the melody and said with a smile, "Today's half-price only applies to retail. If it's for bulk wholesale, my Spirit Medicine Pavilion won't need to be open anymore."

Manager Zhong, who was indeed planning to take advantage of the situation: "..."

Indeed, there is no such foolish person in the world.

Shang Wan asked, "How many do you want to order?"

Steward Zhong: "Three hundred boxes of all-purpose ointment and five hundred bottles of wound medicine."

Shang Wan: "!!!"

Big order!
The shopkeeper was a little excited to receive her first big order. She tried hard to suppress the urge to smile and said, "There are three types of multi-purpose ointment: red, blue, and white. The prices are different. Which one would you like to order?"

Without the slightest hesitation, Manager Zhong replied, "Red box."

One box is worth ten taels, so three hundred boxes would be three thousand taels. Even with a discount, it would still be worth two thousand taels, not even counting the money from selling the wound medicine.

Shang Wan sighed inwardly, realizing that selling medicine was indeed extremely profitable.

She asked, "When will the goods be delivered?" "As soon as possible," Manager Zhong replied, "preferably within three days."

After thinking for a moment, Shang Wan politely declined, "I am grateful that Boss Zhong is willing to take care of my Lingyao Pavilion's business, but the amount Boss Zhong needs is really too large."

The wound medicine could be gathered together, but the all-purpose ointment was complicated to make, time-consuming and labor-intensive; it was simply impossible to produce three hundred boxes in just three days.

Seemingly not expecting Shang Wan to turn away the money that was offered to her, Manager Zhong looked at Shang Wan with undisguised surprise.

Shang Wan lowered her eyelashes slightly; she had her own considerations.

Although the big order tempted her, she had to consider whether she could handle it first.

The wound medicine is effective because the herbs produced in the spiritual field are of high quality, but the all-purpose ointment is different; its excellent efficacy relies almost entirely on the spiritual spring water inside.

She could certainly make three hundred boxes of the multi-purpose ointment within three days. There were so many people in the village; if each person made one, they could gather enough.

However, she had to think about the future.

No secrets stay hidden forever. The fact that such an effective ointment can be produced in large quantities in a short period of time will definitely attract attention and make it coveted.

With so many people paying attention, there's no guarantee that something the business evening doesn't want to happen will occur.

She accepted this huge order from Boss Zhong, but it could very well turn into a poisoned chalice that backfires on her.

One must eat one bite at a time, and earn money one step at a time. She needs to accumulate capital first, lest she end up breaking her teeth instead of getting a pie in the sky.

Manager Zhong stood up and bowed to Shang Wan, saying, "The owner urgently needs this batch of medicine. Please, Manager Shang, consider our past relationship and think of a way to help."

Favor? Favor because of hitting someone?
Shang Wan chuckled. Why wasn't Zhong Li in a hurry before? Now that her Spirit Medicine Pavilion has opened, he's in a hurry. Who are you kidding?

Besides, while the multi-purpose ointment is good, there are countless good medicines in the world. She didn't believe that someone of Zhongli's status couldn't get a good medicine with similar effects.

"This... three days is far too short. Even if you kneel down before me, I still can't produce that much medicine."

Shang Wan stepped aside to avoid the bow, looking embarrassed. "If I may ask, Mr. Zhong, are you buying so many multi-purpose ointments and wound medicines to resell or for some other purpose?"

Manager Zhong stared silently at Shang Wan with an expressionless face, clearly not in a position to answer the question.

He simply said, "Please, Manager Shang, help me out. The price is negotiable."

"If I can do business, why would I turn away customers?" Shang Wan sighed softly, picked up the small teapot on the table, and poured a cup of tea for Steward Zhong.

Manager Zhong knew that Shang Wan had more to say, so he held up his teacup and waited for her to continue.

Shang Wan said, "Including all the medicines in the warehouse, I can prepare at most one hundred boxes of all-purpose ointment and three hundred bottles of wound medicine within three days. If you think it's feasible, we can discuss the price. If not, I'm sorry I can't help you."

With so much ointment and wound medicine missing, Steward Zhong dared not make a decision on his own and said to Shang Wan, "I must go back and consult with the master first."

“Of course.” Shang Wan gestured towards the door, indicating that they should enter.

Manager Zhong didn't say much. He cupped his hands in farewell and took his leave in a hurry.

As soon as he left, Chu Xu, that clever little fellow, came over and whispered to Shang Wan, "Aunt Shang, it's so lively up ahead, can we go play there?"

"Not now." Shang Wan raised her hand and rubbed his little head. "Wait another hour, until there are fewer customers ahead of you before you come out."

"Okay." Chu Xu wrinkled his nose and went back to being his 'ghost'.

Yuanyuan, however, remained standing. She climbed onto Shang Wan's lap using both hands and feet, hugged her neck affectionately, and softly called out, "Mother."

"What's wrong?" Shang Wan hugged the baby and rubbed him, silently marveling at how soft the little dumpling felt.

Yuanyuan didn't say what was wrong, she just hugged Shang Wan and rubbed against her, her little mouth pouting, looking a little unhappy.

Because of preparations for the opening of the Spirit Medicine Pavilion, Shang Wan has been extremely busy and hasn't had a chance to spend much time with her daughter for several days. As a result, Yuan Yuan has been very clingy to her whenever she sees her lately.

Shang Wan gently patted the baby's back and said softly, "The Mid-Autumn Festival is just a few days away. How about Mommy takes you to release river lanterns then?"