As for what the method was, Qin Zhao didn't say.

Whether it is promotion or increasing profits, there is no rush.

Their medicine has just been produced and they still need to wait for feedback from patients. If the response is good, sales will naturally be much smoother in the future.

So all we have to do now is wait.

Fortunately, after Qin Zhao cured He Zhixing last time, the man recommended several students who were preparing for the imperial examination to come to the drugstore for treatment, and more than half of them bought pills.

They only made thirty packs of pills in the first batch, and they were sold out within three days.

Qin Zhao gave all the profits from this batch of pills to A Yi and Xue Ren.

Qin Zhaodao: "Without your help this time, these medicines would have been impossible to make. These are only considered as a thank you gift. If there is any profit in the future, we will calculate it separately."

Xue Ren was not polite to him, but smiled and said: "If it had been more than ten years ago, if I had hired you to make medicine, this amount of money would not have been enough."

Originally, Qin Zhao only planned to find a suitable prescription from a medical book and make it into pills for promotion, but it was Mr. Xue who raised objections.

He felt that since he wanted to make money, he couldn't use prescriptions that could be found in medical books. Otherwise, if other people inquired about it, other medical clinics with big businesses and large-scale production would quickly take away their business.

If you want to do it, do it uniquely.

Therefore, the prescription they used to prepare the pills this time was not anything that could be seen in medical books. Mr. Xue had always been good at preparing medicines, and he assisted Qin Zhao in preparing the medicine this time.

He really deserves this money.

However, he now eats and drinks for free at A Yi's house, so he did not keep the money for himself, but gave it all to his grandson.

But A Yi refused to accept the share Qin Zhao gave him.

"I didn't help at all. I just squeezed the pills. I can't accept the money." A Yi said.

Qin Zhao said, "I used a lot of herbs in the shop when preparing the medicine. This is compensation."

"Yes, just accept it." Jing Li also said, "We will make a lot of money together in the future, these are nothing."

A Yi couldn't refuse, so he had to accept it, and said: "The number of pills made this time is small. If we make it in large quantities, the cost price of the medicinal materials will be lower."

Qin Zhao nodded: "I will study the prescription again in the next few days to see if there is anything that needs to be adjusted, and try to make a second batch of pills before the year."

Jing Li raised his hand: "Then what do I need to do?"

"Of course you are eating, drinking and having fun with me, Grandpa Xue, and take good care of the baby!" Xue Ren patted Jing Li's shoulder and said seriously, "How can you be tired when you are pregnant? Sit down and rest."

Jing Li's ears instantly turned red: "I'm not pregnant——!"

Qin Zhao hugged him over before he exploded and touched his vest: "I still need your help when making the second batch of pills. Take a good rest these days and don't run around."

"I know..." Jing Li muttered softly, "I don't know when the reputation of this pill will spread. I wish I could make money quickly."

When Qin Zhao heard this, he didn't show it on his face, but he had a rough idea in his mind.

Once the golden mouth of his little fish opens, I'm afraid the feedback will come faster than expected.

He needs to study the recipe quickly.

Sure enough, on the third day after the first batch of pills were sold out, He Zhixing led an old gentleman to the drug store.

On this day, Mr. Xue happened to accompany A Yi out to purchase goods. Qin Zhao was also busy developing prescriptions. Only Jing Li was left in the shop counting the medicinal materials.

Hearing someone coming in, Jing Li raised his head from the counter: "Do you want to buy medicine?"

He Zhixing has never met Jing Li.

During the previous visits, Jing Li had not recovered yet and did not come to the store. Therefore, He Zhixing suddenly saw such a beautiful young man appearing in the drug store. His cheeks turned red and he immediately forgot what he was going to say.

Are all scholars in this era so stupid?

Jing Li repeated: "Are you here to prescribe medicine?"

"Yes... no, no, I'm here to see Dr. Qin." He Zhixing hesitated.

Jing Li rolled his eyes and said deliberately: "My husband is boiling medicine in the yard, what do you want to do with him?"

"...husband?"

"I am his husband." Qin Zhao's voice suddenly came from behind. Jing Li's ears felt hot and she lowered her head awkwardly. Qin Zhao opened the curtain and walked out, glanced at Jing Li casually, and then said: "So it's

Mr. He."

He Zhixing's face turned red and he hesitated for a long time without saying a word. Behind him, an old gentleman slowly spoke: "If you know what you do, you must not be rude."

Only then did He Zhixing come to his senses, stepped aside, and bowed to the old gentleman: "Yes, sir."

He explained to Qin Zhao: "This is Mr. Wu from our academy and also my teacher."

Qin Zhao greeted him and asked, "Mr. Wu, are you here to see a doctor?"

"No." Mr. Wu, who was wearing a simple long gown and stroking his beard, said, "To be honest, many of my students have poor health and cannot survive in this cold winter. But those boys only know how to study.

They were reluctant to ask them to see a doctor. I heard from Zhixing that Dr. Qin has pills that can prevent and treat wind-cold diseases. Several of my students have had good effects after taking them, so I want to buy some from the doctor."

Jing Li's eyes lit up, but Qin Zhao was not surprised and asked: "How much does Mr. Wu want?"

Mr. Wu said: "There are a total of twenty-two students in my academy who are going to take the imperial examination this year. I am going to give them a few packets of medicine each. Just in case, I will order eighty packets of medicine first."

Eighty packs of medicine, that is, 720 pills. It took them most of a day to make the previous batch of medicine, and another whole day to dry it. In other words, it would take at least three days to make eighty packs of medicine.

Not counting the time waiting for the medicinal materials to arrive.

Qin Zhao estimated the purchase time and said: "There are not so many medicinal materials in the shop now. If Mr. Wu wants it, it will probably take four to five days. You may wish to leave your address and I will send it to you after it is ready."

Mr. Wu nodded: "That's fine."

He left a deposit of 500 yuan and the specific address of the academy, and left with He Zhixing.

Before leaving, He Zhixing glanced at Jing Li unconsciously.

Jing Li: "..."

Qin Zhao naturally saw this too, but he chuckled with unknown meaning and turned back to the yard as if nothing had happened.

Jing Li: “…………”

A Yi and Xue Ren quickly returned to the drug store, and Jing Li told them about the pills ordered by the Academy. Fortunately, A Yi ordered enough medicinal materials this time, and the purchase price of the medicinal materials was cheaper than before. Calculated in this way, this time

The cost price of a package of medicine is only eight cents.

However, that batch of medicine will not be delivered until tomorrow morning.

That night, Jing Li was lying on the bed, looking through the storybook given to him by A Yi, when Qin Zhao took it out: "It's time to go to bed, I have to get up early to make medicine tomorrow."

"..." Jing Li said dissatisfied, "It's only three o'clock in the morning, I'll fall asleep after reading two more pages."

He stood up and wanted to grab it, but Qin Zhao easily pushed him back to the bed.

After this man stopped taking medicine, his strength became stronger day by day. Jing Li could go back and forth with him for several rounds earlier, but now he is no match for him at all.

Jing Li panted and fell on the bed, waving his hands: "I won't play anymore."

Qin Zhao had no intention of letting him go. He restrained Jing Li's hands with only one hand and leaned forward: "What did you call me in front of those people today?"

"..." Jing Li looked away.

I knew he wouldn't forget it so easily.

That title was fine for joking, but if Jing Li had to call it out seriously, he would only feel embarrassed.

So since the two established their relationship, he has almost never called her that.

——Except when being forced by someone in bed.

Jing Li said vaguely: "Wha, what, I don't remember."

When he tilted his head, his exquisite earlobes loomed in his hair. Jingli's complexion was fair, her skin was tender and thin, and she blushed easily. You could tell at a glance whether she was shy or not.

Qin Zhao brushed his loose hair behind his ear, kissed the red earlobe, and said in a very soft voice, "I really don't remember?"

"Well……"

Jing Li flinched, and an itch spread from his spine to the back of his head.

He was tortured severely by this person a few days ago, and now he still feels embarrassed when he thinks about it.

But Qin Zhao obviously had no intention of letting him go.

He lowered his head and gently took Jing Li's earlobe in his mouth. His free hand followed the thin waistline all the way down, and was about to reach into the hem of his clothes.

"Qin, Qin Zhao!" Jing Li squeezed out trembling words from between his teeth, "No, I... I can't..."

Qin Zhao: "Why not?"

"I..." Jing Li had an idea and said loudly, "Grandpa Xue said that my body has not recovered yet, so I can't do this recently!"

After hearing this, Qin Zhao really let go of his hand: "Mr. Xue checked your pulse again today? What did he see?"

Jing Li took the opportunity to break free, quickly rolled into the inside of the bed, pulled the quilt and covered himself tightly: "I see, I'm two months pregnant, your baby."

Qin Zhao: "..."

Jing Li was teased about this matter by Mr.

It is our son who is affected."

Qin Zhaoqi laughed angrily at Jing Li's serious look and wished he could execute this man on the spot.

However, he never meant to force Jing Li, so when he saw that the man was really not interested, he gave up. Jing Li buried half of his face in the quilt, and found that Qin Zhao had given up the idea of ​​tormenting him, and asked in a low voice: "Can I continue watching?

Have you read the story?"

The next second, Qin Zhao turned off the oil lamp and pushed Jing Li back to the bed.
To be continued...