Zhu Gaochi also looked anxious and said repeatedly: "Come quickly, bring the injured soldier out. He must be treated in time."

The words just fell.

Zhu Gaochi saw a group of burly, tough-looking men with beards running towards the injured soldier with gleaming eyes and a milky white patent leather wooden box on their shoulders.

Between the two big men, they were also carrying a shelf similar to a door panel.

After a while, several people approached and took out bottles and cans from the wooden box they were carrying.

"Brother, please bear with me..."

"Wait a minute...I'm afraid this might hurt a little bit, brother..."

"This doesn't hurt..."

The soldier thought for a while, no matter how painful it was, it was not as painful as the pain in his arm, which was about to reach the bone. He probably just gave himself medicine.

So he nodded.

The sturdy man immediately gave the injured soldier an encouraging look, and then said: "Brother... hold on!"

"ah!!"

The alcohol came into rapid contact with the area around the wound, and the clear liquid brought unimaginable pain.

The injured soldier suddenly twitched on the ground, then gritted his teeth and said, "What else?"

"Well... there is also this bottle... this is medicinal powder. Sprinkle it on and bandage it for you, then we can carry you out."

"Then... I'm afraid this might hurt a little bit?"

"This doesn't hurt either..."

The soldier nodded and said repeatedly: "As long as it doesn't hurt...what the hell did you use just now? It smells of alcohol and it almost hurt me to death..."

"Ah!! This hurts too..."

"Didn't you say it doesn't hurt?"

The sturdy man chuckled and said a little shyly: "That's for sure. It's not me who was injured. Of course I won't feel the pain. Now I'll re-bandage you to stop the bleeding and then I can take you to the rear to recover..."

The appearance of the medical soldiers shocked everyone watching the battle not far away, and Wang Siqi also realized that the time was almost up, and then said: "These are battlefield first aid soldiers. They have no weapons, only a medicine box, and they want to treat illnesses and save people.

The sincere loyalty to bring home your comrades-in-arms!"

"And with the medical disinfectant alcohol developed by our Baoyuan Bureau, as well as the medicinal powder developed from various secret recipes on the market, we can control and suppress the death of these soldiers due to wound infection on the battlefield in the shortest possible time..."

How much money can you make by selling wine, but you still have to worry about it all day long!

If you want to sell it, of course you have to sell disinfectant alcohol!

Before Zhu Gaochi could react, Rongchang Bo Chen Xian, who finally understood the ultimate purpose of today's operation, said with a smile: "This is indeed a good thing. If it can really be done as you said, let our

These good men will have fewer casualties on the battlefield, so your alcohol...is worth buying for any amount of money!"

"On behalf of our Beijing camp, I will buy some first. There are quite a few injuries during training."

Only Zhu Gaochi said doubtfully: "Master Wang, I wonder if you can clear up some doubts in my heart?"

"His Royal Highness, you can say whatever you want."

Zhu Gaochi squinted his eyes and said: "This kind of thing is destined to be an important weapon of the country in the future. I also saw its military effect today. If the court asks you to do it...how much are you going to sell it for?"

Wang Siqi was stunned.

He said casually: "This is medical alcohol, just like its name, the essence of wine!"

"And it also has an extremely strict fixed alcohol content ratio, which even ordinary spirits cannot match!"

"Not just for military use, even if it is used for civilians, it can save the suffering of the people..."

"How much.."

"One jar, one hundred taels."

Just when Wang Siqi told the price and waited for Zhu Gaochi to bargain, Zhu Gaochi smiled uncharacteristically and said: "Young Master Wang is worthy of being a minister of the Ming Dynasty. He knows how to share the worries of the court. The price is quite reasonable..."

Reasonable?

Is this reasonable?

Medical alcohol, as long as it is fermented and distilled, there is no need to consider the flavor, storage method, age and other factors of traditional liquor. If conditions permit, if you are willing to invest, mass production is not a dream.

Wang Siqi, who was overjoyed, immediately said: "I make the decision. All the alcohol used for training today will be donated to the Beijing Camp for free. The main reason is that the cost is high now... I will give the court a suitable price in the future."

"We didn't bring much today, so we brought ten altars."

"He will definitely send some more someday."

Chen Xian, who was on the side, immediately became happy when he heard this, but then he put on an unhappy expression and said: "My dear nephew, this thing is a good thing, you don't know... more soldiers are injured and killed every year than

There are many soldiers who lost their lives directly on the battlefield. I don’t know how many lives can be saved in the future with something like you!"

"But these ten altars today... I'm afraid they won't be enough. When the time comes, I will definitely write a letter and send it to the emperor, and Jingying will be the first buyer!"

This is how the first business deal was concluded before I saw it.

Wang Siqi said repeatedly: "It's easy to say! It's easy to say! We must give Jingying a suitable price!"

Unexpectedly, Zhu Gaochi, who had just finished speaking and had stopped talking, said with a puzzled look on his face: "Ten jars of alcohol? Where are they? Why didn't I see it..."

Wang Siqi quickly explained.

"It is placed in the small wooden box that every medic carries with him. There is a jar of alcohol for each medic. If you buy more in the future, the price of the trauma powder will be much cheaper!"

"What?"

In Zhu Gaochi's eyes, the jar of alcohol that Wang Siqi mentioned to him must be a huge wine jar used to store wine in the wine cellar, weighing at least a thousand pounds.

How in the blink of an eye it turned into a small jar that could be placed in a small wooden box that I carry with me.

So he quickly looked at Wang Siqi who was standing aside.

"A jar? Prince Wang... I don't know, how many are in this jar you mentioned?"

Wang Siqi explained in surprise: "This jar of alcohol contains five kilograms of alcohol, but it's only a full kilogram or two, just a little more. It's genuine."

"Five pounds?"

Isn't this just a standard wine jar?

If you meet someone who drinks well, both of them can handle it.

"You...just said how much does this jar of alcohol cost?"

"One hundred taels!"

"No, no... there is a problem here. I just thought that the jar you were talking about was a big jar for storing wine. A jar weighs a thousand kilograms. If a jar only weighs five kilograms, how can it be sold for a hundred taels?

Woolen cloth?"

"Your Highness, a cup of wine fairy dew in the Canghua Pavilion sells for one hundred taels."

"My alcohol is the essence of wine. A jar of five kilograms only sells for one hundred taels. What's more, didn't we already agree on the price just now?"

The prince Zhu Gaochi.

He is notoriously stingy, so how could he admit this?

He hurriedly said: "If a jar only weighs five kilograms, I will be the best! I will give you twenty taels of silver until the end..."

Now Wang Siqi was dumbfounded!

Two taels of silver?

Is that called huge profits?
Chapter completed!