Song Chen didn't tell his family about buying the land.
After sending Lin Maofeng away, Song Chen found the Song Wang family and started a workshop. She needed an accountant. She took care of everything with one hand and she didn't have so much energy.
Mrs. Song Wang is currently working in the vegetable garden outside the house. It is almost time to plant winter vegetables.
"Mom, please stop being busy. I have something to ask you."
Mrs. Song put down the hoe in her hand and clapped her hands and came over, "What's the matter? Are you in a hurry?"
Song Chen didn't say anything, and directly took out a few banknotes and handed them to her, "This is the money shipped by the workshop today. From now on, you can help me manage the accounts in the workshop. Just like my brother, I will issue you three bills every month."
Two denarii's wages."
Mrs. Song looked at the banknotes in Song Chen's hand as if she had seen a ghost and couldn't win. "How can I manage the accounts? You should put them away quickly and let others see them."
This reaction of Mrs. Song was expected by Song Chen, and she insisted on stuffing the banknotes into Mrs. Song.
"Why can't Mom handle the accounts? Think about it, I have so many things to do every day. If I accidentally make a mistake one day, I will lose money. Besides, do you want to see me so tired?
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Mrs. Song Wang was speechless. Whether it was losing money or hurting her daughter, she didn't want to see it.
But she has never dealt with anyone who has money, and suddenly she is asked to take care of the accounts. This is what she can do.
"Xiaochen, you also know that my mother really doesn't know how to manage accounts. The Song Zhou family has held the money in her hands for so many years, and I have never seen any money."
"You don't have to worry about this. The accounts of the workshop are not very complicated now. When the medicinal materials come in, you write down the quantity and calculate the amount. Then there is the quantity and amount of the medicine we produce. In addition, the salary is paid every month. If you have anything
If you don’t understand something, ask your uncle.”
"Ask your uncle? He doesn't understand it better than me. Besides, he has so much homework every day. It's hard for me to go to him."
Wang Shanwei has moved to live in the courtyard where Li Wenyan lives, and now the Song Wang family can only see them three times a day.
"I think you can't study hard. My uncle will be an official in the imperial examination. To be an official is to serve the people and the country. To serve the people, you must first understand the people's livelihood. I also plan to talk to Master Li about how to keep a monthly salary.
I'm leaving in two days to let my uncle work in the fields."
"How can that be done? It takes too much time."
The Song Wang family disagreed.
"I think it's feasible. It's better to travel thousands of miles to read thousands of books. In the end, you can only talk about military skills on paper. To be an official, you must serve the people. Only by understanding the people's livelihood can you be a good official. I didn't expect that a girl like you could be like this at such a young age.
In the view of Prajna, if you were a man, you would surely become a pillar."
Li Wenyan walked behind the two of them at some point and felt something in his heart when he heard Song Chen's words.
There are many students in the world, but few are so pragmatic.
Wang Shengwei is really lucky!
"Hello, Mr. Li."
Song Chen turned around and saluted, "Master Li is joking. I just said these words from the perspective of our country people, and they cannot be put on the stage."
"Master Li is laughing." Song Wang also spoke after Song Chen.
But even though she said this, she was very proud in her heart. She and Mrs. Li had the same view. If Xiaochen was a boy, the number one scholar would definitely be from her family.
Li Wenyan just smiled and stopped continuing the topic, "You just said that you should let Shan Wei rest for two days every month. I think it is feasible and I will agree."
When Song Chen sat down, he noticed some changes in the Huichun Hall. Shopkeeper Cui had opened a separate counter in the drug store. There were doctors at the counter, and all patients with colds would be brought here.
The weather has not been very good these past few days, it has been gloomy and many people have caught wind and cold.
Song Chen saw that the doctors at Huichun Hall recommended Chinese patent medicines to their patients after seeing the patients. When the patients saw that such a small package of something a little thicker than powder cost fifty yuan, they all refused and asked the doctor to Prescribe and take medicine.
The whole morning has passed and not a single pack of medicine has been sold.
Shopkeeper Cui's brows knitted together.
Song Chen's Chinese patent medicines are very effective and very convenient. He had a fever and sores in his mouth and tongue yesterday. After taking the medicine given by Song Chen yesterday, he feels much better today.
He almost forgot about the meal in the evening. He only remembered it after they were in bed. He could cut it open with cold water from a kettle and it didn't even take a cup of tea.
Other medical clinics in the town have been severely suppressed by Huichun Tang in recent years. Naturally, other medical clinics have heard about Huichun Tang selling this proprietary Chinese medicine, and have sent people to guard it and report the situation at any time.
The fact that they had not sold a single package of medicine all morning made their eyes narrow with laughter.
If you don’t do a good business and engage in Chinese patent medicines, it’s best to kill yourself!
Shopkeeper Cui noticed the sneaky figures outside the shop, but he had no intention of paying attention to them at the moment.
He had to quickly think of a way to let patients know the functions and benefits of Chinese patent medicines.
In the teahouse, Song Chen looked at Shopkeeper Cui with his hands behind his back, thinking hard.
Just when she was about to give Shopkeeper Cui some advice, a man who looked like a young boy entered the Huichun Hall and handed a note to Shopkeeper Cui.
Shopkeeper Cui opened it and was enlightened.
"Hurry up and set up a table at the door. Lao Qin, you can go and sit outside for a free clinic."
Shopkeeper Cui quickly greeted the waiters in the store, and then arranged for a doctor from the medical clinic to see him.
"Free clinic? What's the point of such a sudden free clinic?" Doctor Qin didn't understand.
Shopkeeper Cui raised his eyes at him and asked him to look at the Chinese patent medicine counter in front of him, "As long as the patient comes, no cash will be collected for the consultation. If the patient is suffering from cold and cold, if he is willing to take the Chinese patent medicine, no cash will be collected."
"Here, this small package is worth fifty cents. You don't charge a penny?" Doctor Qin was a little stunned.
Shopkeeper Cui smiled and pushed him, "Just watch."
As soon as the Huichun Tang free clinic stall opened, many people came here because of its reputation. Many of them were poor people. They were sick but had no money to see a doctor or take medicine, so they could only drag on. Now that Huichun Tang has a free clinic, they wanted to come and take a look. , to see how long your illness can last.
Or looking for a way to diagnose and treat it.
This season, four out of ten patients coming here are infected with cold.
And most of them are poor people with no money. When they hear that there are free medicines, they take them without saying a word.
Doctor Qin prescribed doses according to the severity of their symptoms, and the waiter on the side gave them medicine.
"Everyone, please remember, take one pack once, just dilute with half a cup of warm water." When the clerk took the medicine, he did not forget to tell them the specific way to take it.
The medicines in these small packages were temporarily packaged by Shopkeeper Cui after they were brought back yesterday.
Dozens of packets of medicine were distributed within an hour.