Song Xian, Jia Si, and the Zhenzhou County Magistrate sat on chairs.
Jia Si anticipated a lively dicine selection eting, but the current situation exceeded his expectations. Thinking it over, he turned to look at Song Xian beside him.
Song Xian, though young, exuded a chilling aura that made others uneasy.
Jia Si wanted to say so official jargon; opening the Official dicine Bureau in Zhenzhou was a gift from the court, and the people should thank the court before everything began. But he hesitated to speak, as Song Xian was different from ordinary officials; slipping up might displease him.
As Jia Si contemplated this, silence fell around them.
Song Xian raised his eyebrows slightly, his expression seed indifferent, yet one could feel that his aura grew even colder.
Jia Si followed Song Xian’s gaze, which was directed at the people who ca to deliver dicine.
Song Xian’s voice ca softly, "Vice Envoy Jia, is there anything left unresolved?"
Jia Si was about to ask in surprise—he hadn’t ntioned anything—but quickly sweat started to bead on his forehead; Song Xian was displeased with him for keeping the people waiting here.
Jia Si coughed, stood up to instruct the dical workers to check the dicine together. However, just as he stood, he heard Song Xian say, "Since the classification of dicinal materials was ntioned earlier, let’s handle it all today!"
Today? Jia Si felt a sinking in his heart. Although this was not the governnt office, it was still the Official dicine Bureau, and things should be done with rules; how could it be said today and imdiately done?
"Can’t do it?" Song Xian turned to look at Jia Si with a more indifferent expression, "If the Official dicine Bureau lacks manpower, I will petition the Imperial Hospital to send more people."
"We have enough," Jia Si, filled with resentnt but not daring to delay, "I’ll get to work right away."
The snow was falling heavier.
Xie Liangchen reached out to cover Chen Zigeng’s ears.
Chen Zigeng whispered, "Sister, I’m not cold."
The siblings together adjusted their small shoulder bags, while Hei Dan watched the dicinal materials they brought without blinking. Before they ca in with the dicine, Old Mrs. Chen had advised them to keep an eye on the dicinal materials and not let anyone take them away casually.
The dicinal materials they concocted were worth a bowl of rice per piece, and a handful could exchange for a chicken.
The dicinal materials in his backpack could exchange for two piglets; on the journey to the Official dicine Bureau, Hei Dan felt as if he was carrying piglets.
Hei Dan couldn’t let anyone touch their rice or livestock.
Snowflakes fell on the sleeves of Song Xian’s official robe. He reached out to dust off his clothes and looked toward the main hall of the Official dicine Bureau.
Jia Si sensed Song Xian’s icy gaze and imdiately understood, "Have people bring the dicinal materials into the hall, and those delivering the dicine should wait in the hall as well."
Song Xian stood up and looked at Jia Si, "Vice Envoy Jia, thank you for your hard work. I’ll be at the Official dicine Bureau today; if Vice Envoy Jia needs any help from , just let know."
"Any" help needed? Jia Si obviously hadn’t asked Song Xian for anything, but the words suggested that he, as Vice Envoy of the Imperial Hospital, was quite incapable.
Jia Si was full of anger but didn’t dare voice it, so he bowed, "Thank you, Mr. Song." Rude people like Song Xian could only stay in a place like the Northern Border.
The dical workers instructed everyone to bring the dicinal materials into the hall together.
Xie Liangchen raised her head to look at Song Xian, shrinking her icy-cold neck. She said she wanted the Official dicine Bureau to identify and classify the dicine not only to make selling concocted dicine convenient in the future but also to set the stage for the creditor’s act.
Wang Jian and his people wanted to exploit Chen Family Village, aiming to falsely accuse Song Xian of secretly dealing with the Liao people through Chen Family Village. The Liao sold them horses and furs, and they sold the Liao dicinal materials and cloth.
The dicinal materials were naturally from Chen Family Village. She couldn’t let such accusations easily fall upon Chen Family Village. If Wang Jian could handle the matter, the people behind Wang Jian wouldn’t need to step forward, so even if Wang Jian frad Chen Family Village, it couldn’t be too simple.
She asked the Official dicine Bureau to recognize the concocted dicine from Chen Family Village. Mr. Xu’s concocted dicines, whether in the form of raw materials or the thods of preparation, were top-notch and of Grade A. As such, if anyone wanted to impersonate Chen Family Village’s dicinal materials, they’d need to put in more effort.
If the creditor wanted to act, she’d set a high stage. If the creditor wanted to fish, she’d change to a big hook and bait it well.
In short, the more difficult it was to fra, the wider the implication.
Song Xian sat on the chair reading official docunts, occasionally raising his head to look at the center of the hall. Xie Liangchen continuously watched the dical workers with the Grade A, B, and C plaques in their hands, noting everything in her clear eyes, calculating in her mind.
In her previous life, not nurturing her into a great rchant was truly a waste of talent.
Did she acquire her skills at the Su Family?
Song Xian thought as he looked at the dicinal materials from the Su Family—was this the case of blue surpassing blue? Chen Family Village would surely beco stronger than the Su Family in the future.
Just as Song Xian raised his head for the third ti, a dical worker handed the Grade A plaque to Chen Zigeng; it was the first plaque for dicinal materials from Chen Family Village.
Hei Dan stared at the wooden plaque in Chen Zigeng’s hand, swallowing an envious gulp, "Let touch it."
Several children crowded in, reaching out their hands.
The wooden plaque hadn’t even ward up when they heard the dical worker say, "Chen Family Village’s licorice, Grade A."
Hei Dan rubbed his hand on his clothes and stepped forward to receive the plaque.
Chen Yuyu watched the dical workers continually issue plaques, and Chen Zigeng’s small bag slowly bulged. She felt as if she were dreaming.
After more than twenty Grade A plaques were issued, even Jia Si stepped over quickly, looking incredulously at the people of Chen Family Village.
Chen Yuyu finally couldn’t resist reaching out to take a plaque, the red lettering on the plaque was so dazzling, the character "Grade A" was sothing she would recognize from now on.
After working the entire day, all the dicinal materials were finally classified.
The Zhenzhou County Magistrate didn’t dare delay, dispatching people from the governnt office to write docunts.
Chen Yongsheng’s pile of docunts grew, and he couldn’t say exactly how he felt, both satisfied and expectant, from delighted to indifferent; as the face of Chen Family Village’s village chief, he was finally able to remain unfazed.
The stewards and shopkeepers of the pharmacy watched Chen Family Village’s achievents, faces full of envy.
Old Mrs. Chen, waiting outside the Official dicine Bureau, laughed heartily as she saw several children walk out with a pile of red-letter plaques.
Things with proof are easy to sell, just like when they catch piglets, they have to check if the sow is fat. Old Mrs. Chen understood this principle well.
But not caring to speak, she hurried to the restroom, just because she didn’t have wool socks on her feet. When Xie Liangchen and Chen Zigeng left the village, she had stuffed one wool sock each into the siblings’ shoes; they protested, saying she wouldn’t leave the house.
Turned out she couldn’t wait at ho for an hour and chased after them all the way.
Old Mrs. Chen rubbed her icy-cold nose, feeling her trip was worth it. Seeing the way the people around looked at Chen Family Village, it was as if they were looking at wealthy gentlen.
How could she not be happy?
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