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"This is the list to be prepared this time. Do you want to see if the inventory is enough?" Tang Yue handed a list to manager Liu.

After reading all the lines at a glance, shopkeeper Liu is familiar with the medicinal materials only in recent years. He only knows the name but does not know its use. However, Tang Yue admires his powerful memory.

After just a moment's thinking, shopkeeper Liu looked up and said, "Lang Jun, most of the herbs in the stock are still in sufficient stock, but there will be no stock after the use of Panax notoginseng and ginger. Do you want to increase the purchase quantity?"

"Why not enough? I remember that I had a large number of Panax notoginseng in the last audit. Why is that all? "

"Lang Jun, you forget that the imperial court collected Panax notoginseng and other medicinal materials among the people before the March. No matter which medicine shop is allowed to keep stock. Although Huian hall is covered by the prince's house, we have never defied the government orders. Therefore, the small ones have given part of the medicinal materials. We have a large stock of Panax notoginseng, but only a part is given. The stock of Panax notoginseng is small, and the amount of Panax notoginseng is large As for ginger, it is very popular in winter. Every day, our pharmacy will cook a large pot of ginger soup at a fixed point for people to drive off the cold, so it can be used quickly

Tang Yue frowned. He took out the letter sent by Xiang an and found out that there was a list of Panax Notoginseng on it. Combined with the number reported to him by shopkeeper Liu, he didn't think it was right.

Panax notoginseng is a commonly used medicine for trauma. It's true that the amount of Panax notoginseng used in the army can't be consumed so quickly. To know the number of injured people calculated by him, only the Panax notoginseng given by his family is enough.

"Lang Jun, but what's wrong?" Manager Liu saw that Tang Yue's face was not good-looking, and he was a little nervous. He was afraid that what he had done was not good.

He has been in a muddle for these years, and finally came across a host who gave him an opportunity. Although his work is different from his original ideal, he still cherishes this opportunity and has used 120% of his heart to run this magical pharmacy.

Tang Yue thought about it and said his doubts. Although manager Liu is not good at medicine, he still has a certain understanding of medicinal materials.

Manager Liu calculated, shook his head and said, "no, although the army has been fighting for half a year, the number of real battles is only once. Moreover, it is said that the number of people killed is less than that of Qinyang City. But you know, after the three battles in Qinyang City, the usage of Sanqi is less than half of the one given."

The two looked at each other and were shocked.

"Lang Jun, would you like to write a letter and ask again? Maybe the young master an wrote wrong, maybe he just wanted to prepare more?"

Tang Yue nodded and wrote a reply letter. He still gave the medicine according to the list. He just asked the questions clearly. No matter what the truth of the matter is, we must first ensure that the officers and men have medicine available.

"In addition, people have to travel around the country several times more to buy medicinal materials at a high price. In addition to Panax notoginseng, others need to be bought back together. I remember that the amount of Coptis chinensis and white Poria cocos is not too much."

"Yes, it's just that we're short of money."

In fact, the income of Hui'an hall is not high. Although it has a great reputation, there are not many people who can look up to their diseases. However, there are a lot of people who get soup and medicine free of charge. The money they earn is basically posted out.

However, Tang Yue's original intention to open this pharmacy was not to make money. In fact, he was able to make money alone, which was comparable to the income of the whole pharmacy. Those nobles, consultation fees and medicine fees were all open to him. Tang Yue often set the price according to his will, of course, there were many times when he did not charge.

Tang Yue called the housekeeper and asked him to pay 500 gold from the warehouse of the mansion and give it to shopkeeper Liu, "money is not a problem, but the quality of medicinal materials must be up to standard. After the Spring Festival, let the major medicine bases pay close attention to the cultivation of trauma medicine."

"I understand. You can rest assured that the pharmacists we contacted last year will give us a bit of face. They are all buying and selling. If the price is high, they will naturally sell it to us first."

Tang Yue nodded, "if you need to use the relationship, you need to use coercion, and don't let them raise the price too high."

With Tang Yue, manager Liu is more at ease. With the signboard of Prince's house, he is not afraid of anyone.

"The little one will go to work first. You can rest assured that the herbs will be ready before sunset tomorrow."

"Well, I'll arrange for delivery."

Before he left, shopkeeper Liu said, "Lang Jun, there are several medicine children in the drugstore who want to go to the border for training. They can't cure the disease and save people. They can help. Do you want to send them together this time?"

"How old are you? Are there any brothers in the family? "

"They are all new recruits in the past two years. They are still hard-working, and they have no worries at home."

"If they want to go, tell them to be safe."

Manager Liu replied with a smile: "well, the small will tell them."

Tang Yue himself stayed in the study for a while, and made a list of things to be prepared. The war consumed human, material and financial resources, and nothing could be done without it.

He also wrote a letter to crown prince Zhao and prepared to send it with the medicinal materials. Of course, his self portrait was indispensable.

"Housekeeper, is the painter here?"The housekeeper said with a smile, "Lang Jun, do you really want to invite a painter?"

"Nonsense, can it be a joke to you?"

"What do you want? Should you be good at painting landscapes or figures? "

Tang Yue pointed to his face, "this young master wants to draw his own portrait. Which one do you want to look for?"

The housekeeper rushed to find the painter and soon came with an old man. The old man was dressed in a slovenly way. His face was sallow and full of wrinkles and his teeth were yellow. He looked like a beggar in the street.

"Just him?" Tang Yue knows that people who engage in art have a lot of character, but this one has too much character right now?

The housekeeper nodded firmly, though he felt that the man was unreliable.

Tang Yue changed a set of bright clothes, and then asked people to find Xiao Luoluo and draw a group photo.

He sat there happily, motionless for an hour, his face was crooked with laughter, and the other party was still looking at his face, occasionally writing something.

The pen he used was not a brush, but a carving knife. Tang Yue murmured in his heart that it was of any age, and there was still a carving knife.

An hour later, he finally couldn't help but ask, "are you ready?"

"OK, ok..." The painter stroked his beard with a smile on his face.

Tang Yue thought that he was very satisfied with his work and asked him to take it. As a result, a mouthful of old blood almost came out.

Is this a picture of people? That's what he looks like? This eye is not the eye, the mouth is not the mouth thing is really him?

Little Lolo ran in "ah" and asked crisply, "Daddy, what is this monster?"

Tang Yue's face took out, he he said with a smile: "Daddy let people draw shock demon Fu for the house, how, good-looking?"

Little Lolo nodded, "well, with this pasted on the door, you won't have nightmares at night!"

Tang Yue was full of black lines and glared at the painter. The old God of the other side touched his beard in a ball. "I really don't understand how to appreciate it. Look at this layout. Who can match my skillful painter today?"

Tang Yue asked people to go to the study to get his charcoal pen, push away the old painter, take a piece of white paper, and paint on it.

"Lolo, sit still. Daddy will draw you a nice picture."

Tang Yue's painters are not very good. However, as a sculptor, he has a good ability of copying. I dare not say how good his paintings are, but at least they are somewhat like human beings.

He used simple lines to depict Lolo's face, and then his facial features and hair deepened little by little. After half an hour, Tang Yue stopped his brush, and before he could enjoy it carefully, the paper was taken away by a black hand.

As soon as he turned his head, he saw the chrysanthemum face and focused on his painting.

"This It's impossible. How can it be like this? Just a few strokes, how can you depict people so vividly? "

"It's called sketch!" Tang Yue stretched himself, broke his fingers and grabbed the painting.

Xiao Luoluo ran over excitedly, looked at Tang Yue's paintings on her toes, and let out a cry of surprise.

"Wow be like. How can you do it? "

Tang Yue pinched his nose, ha ha, with a smile, "this is the unique skill of my little father's school, not to be spread out."

"Then I'm your son. If you pass it on to me, it's internal, not external."

"You want to learn?"

"Well." Little Lolo nodded positively.

Before Tang Yue agreed, a "master" suddenly came into his ears. The voice was old and hoarse. It was not a child's voice at all.

Turning around, I saw the old painter kneeling behind him and looking at himself in tears.

"What's up?"

"I didn't expect that the princess's painting skills are so good. Would you accept me as a disciple?"

Tang Yue winked at the housekeeper and asked him to take the old man out. "He has nothing to do here. Send him away."