The Lucky Farm Girl-Chapter 38 - Pharmacy_1
Chapter 38: Chapter 38 Pharmacy_1
Chapter 38 -38 Pharmacy_1
The Zhao family members, who had been anxiously waiting at home for news, quickly gathered around as the father and son returned. Although the expressions of the two suggested a successful negotiation, Old Master Zhao couldn’t help but ask, “Chun Ping, how did it go?”
“We’ve settled on the deal, just as Ninth Sister told us, here is the contract.” Zhao Chun Ping took out the signed contract and handed it to his father: “Ninth Sister said she’ll come tomorrow to teach us the secret skill of firing colored patterns.”
“Really? That’s wonderful!” Old Master Zhao, as if handling a rare treasure, carefully took the contract, his hands shaking slightly with excitement.
The rest, who had been worried all day, finally felt relieved, each rejoicing.
Zhao Xiaodong suddenly spoke up with a mysterious look on his face: “I’ll tell you, today Ninth Sister negotiated with the owner of the Drunken Immortal Tavern; with just a few words, she made that owner sign a contract and even agreed to give Ninth Sister a thirty percent share. Also, Doctor Luo treats Ninth Sister as his own daughter, with great affection and protection for her,” his tone full of admiration and amazement.
“Is that true?” Everyone turned to look at Zhao Chun Ping. When they saw him nod, they were surprised at Ninth Sister’s capabilities, and also comforted by Doctor Luo’s fondness for her.
Madam Zhao Wang said sternly, “Until Ninth Sister speaks of this, we must keep it strictly confidential to avoid causing her any trouble.”
Everyone nodded in agreement; after all, human intentions are unpredictable, and knowing how fiercely Ninth Sister could earn money might arouse envy and lead to trouble.
“Father, Mother, Second Brother, I have something I’d like to discuss with you.” Zhao Chun Ping hesitated for a moment before saying, “The reason we’ve managed to get such a good job and learn the skill of firing colored patterns is all thanks to Ninth Sister. I’m thinking of following the Drunken Immortal Tavern owner’s example and give Ninth Sister a thirty percent share of the Silver Coin we earn from firing the medicine bottles. It’s not much, but it’s a token of our appreciation, what do you think?”
“That’s a good idea!” responded Old Master Zhao and his wife without a second thought.
Zhao Chunshan nodded in agreement, “I have no objections.”
The others also supported Zhao Chun Ping’s decision.
Ninth Sister is kind and will definitely not accept it,” Liang Meijuan reminded the family.
That was also true, and everyone fell into deep thought, trying to figure out how to make Ninth Sister accept their offer.
After a moment of thought, Madam Zhao Wang suggested, “Let’s not mention this to Ninth Sister just yet. Every month we’ll deposit the Silver Coin she’s entitled to in the town’s bank. When Ninth Sister gets married, we’ll withdraw it all and give it to her as her dowry. By then, Ninth Sister will naturally find it hard to refuse.”
Everyone’s eyes lit up at once; it was indeed a good plan.
With a consensus reached and renewed confidence and fighting spirit for the future, the Zhao family went to bed early to rest.
Meanwhile, the Yang family, upon hearing that Yang Mengchen had signed a contract with the Drunken Immortal Tavern, felt both happy and sad—happy that Ninth Sister was so capable, but sad that at such a young age, she had to work so hard for the family’s well-being.
After being soothed by Yang Mengchen’s gentle and tender words, everyone felt slightly better.
The next day, after breakfast, Yang Mengchen, along with Yang Chengrong and Yang Chengyou, set off for the Zhao family in a carriage. As they passed by Zhang’s courtyard, they saw Zhang Lianhua standing by the half-open gate,
with a delicate and graceful figure, fair and tender skin, looking fresh and beautiful despite wearing coarse clothes.
Yet her timid and delicate demeanor, as well as her eager and cautious gaze at the three siblings, suggested that she had been greatly wronged, like a delicate little white flower.
Yang Mengchen glanced sideways at his eldest brother sitting beside him, only to see that he appeared calm, with his eyes fixed straight ahead; however, the hands hanging by his side were clenched into fists. He couldn’t help but sigh inwardly. After all, this was the girl to whom his brother had been betrothed and had loved for years; it was only natural that Brother Rong couldn’t let go so easily.
Seeing the carriage pass by before her eyes without any intention of stopping, Zhang Lianhua’s expression darkened like frost, her eyes brimming with bone-deep jealousy and venomous resentment.
Even after the betrothal had been canceled and her stepmother had forbidden them from seeing each other, Brother Rong would still often sneak over to see her, bringing her gifts, helping with the household chores and farm work. But now, he didn’t even glance at her. How could she accept this?
It must have been that little wretch, Ninth Sister Yang, who said something to Brother Rong; otherwise, he wouldn’t ignore her. It was definitely that little wretch’s doing.
Ninth Sister Yang, you little wretch, you stole my Brother Rong, caused me to lose my support, I swear I will never let you go!
Yang Mengchen had no idea someone bore a grudge against her to the bone, and of course, even if she had known, she wouldn’t have cared. When she arrived at the Zhao family’s place, she went straight to the porcelain factory.
The factory wasn’t large, but it was tidy and well-kept. Previously a small operation and with every member of the Zhao family skilled in porcelain-making, they had not employed any workers.
The Zhao family members were indeed skilled and quick learners. After listening to Yang Mengchen’s explanations and numerous experiments, they finally succeeded in firing porcelain bottles that met her requirements, causing everyone to become excited and invigorated.
In the following days, Yang Mengchen took the village children and women to the mountains to gather herbs. With Xiao Guai’s help, they collected a good amount of herbs each time, and occasionally caught some game. Yang Mengchen would settle their pay daily, for which many were tearfully grateful to her.
Luo Jingrui also sent over a large quantity of herbs, which Yang Mengchen instructed the villagers to plant on the newly cleared wasteland.
On this day, Yang Mengchen was busy on the wasteland when Yang Chaowen, sitting in a wheelchair, suddenly arrived: “Jiujiu, Shopkeeper Luo is here, you better go back.”
After the period of treatment, there was a noticeable return of sensation to his legs. Jiujiu said that sunbathing was good for his health, so he came to the wasteland every day to walk around, and did whatever he could manage.
After leaving the remaining work to others, Yang Mengchen, Yang Chengrong, and Yang Chengyou promptly returned home.
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“Shopkeeper Luo, is everything arranged at the pharmaceutical workshop?”
Manufacturing some of the other dosage forms was somewhat difficult, so Yang Mengchen suggested Luo Jingrui start with Pills, as the operation was simple and widely applicable.
“Ms. Yang is really astute,” Shopkeeper Luo said with a smile, nodding: “The pharmaceutical workshop and the staff have all been arranged properly. The young master wrote in his letter that this matter is completely under the responsibility of Ms. Yang and myself.”
Yang Mengchen’s eyebrows raised: “When did Young Master Luo leave?”
“The day after Ms. Yang and the Zhao family left, the young master and Young Master Lingfei returned to the Capital,” Shopkeeper Luo replied.
Detecting an unusual emotion in Shopkeeper Luo’s voice, Yang Mengchen’s brows furrowed slightly. After some thought, she called Seventh Brother Yang Cheng’an, and the four siblings went with Shopkeeper Luo to a residence Luo Jingrui had recently acquired.
The residence had two sections, and it appeared quite ordinary from the outside, but the interior was serene and quiet. Shopkeeper Luo said it took about fifteen minutes by carriage to reach Apricot Forest Hall. Although there were owners for the several residences nearby, only a few servants tasked with their upkeep lived there. This was indeed a good location.
Luo Jingrui had arranged thirty people. Yang Mengchen divided them into five groups: one to sort the herbs, one to grind them into powder, one to add excipients, one to make the Pills, and one for bottling and labeling. Except for the last two groups, the first three had different responsibilities, with each person working in a separate space.
