Chapter 1488: Immortal Medicine

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Letting Zhu Houzhao take charge of production is the most important part for Fang Jifan.

The world has changed.

In these two capitals and thirteen provinces, every prefecture and county is undergoing earth-shaking changes.

It's just that some places are faster and some places are slower.

The production method has begun to change from the original self-sufficiency to the workshop production method.

A large number of people began to concentrate, and production became more and more profitable. Driven by interests, small workshops became large workshops.

This will become the norm in the world in the future.

Most of Ming's taxes will come from here.

They will become a pillar industry and the biggest guarantee for Daming's foundation.

The current emperor is old, and he only knows a little about these things.

But if the future emperor, the prince of Ming Dynasty, knows nothing about production.

Or, they have no idea about the structure and composition of the entire workshop.

This is bound to be a catastrophic problem.

Research and production are different concepts. For research, the coordinator only needs to make continuous trial and error. As long as one finds the right direction and continues trial and error, problems can always be solved.

Production is more complex because it requires bringing together different people and bringing them together to work towards a single goal.

Not only that, it also needs to consider the balance of income and expenditure, and create the maximum benefit under the limited investment.

This requires not only considering how to arrange everyone's positions, discovering credible managers, but also learning how to control costs.

In the workshop, every workshop owner is a little emperor, and any decision he makes determines the rise and fall of the workshop.

Obviously, now Zhu Houzhao's enthusiasm has been mobilized, after all... he can earn money.

If Zhu Houzhao was to be the emperor, he would probably not be willing, but once he got benefits, he would be eager to fight instead.

Zhu Houzhao is an activist, and the workshop shed was ready soon.

All production tools have also been prepared in advance.

In the warehouse, the raw materials have been delivered on time.

And the next step is to find a group of people to become the backbone, and these backbones will assist Zhu Houzhao to be responsible for all aspects of the entire workshop.

Under the backbone, there are those in charge of the warehouse, accountants, production workers, assembly, transportation, and of course, negotiations with many channels.

At the beginning, Zhu Houzhao seemed at a loss as to what to do with these various people.

He needs to conduct a trial production first, then read the report at any time, confirm the order, and then formulate the production task, and the craftsman is different from the researcher. The researcher has done a certain amount of study and exercise before entering the research institute, but many craftsmen, There was no exercise in advance, they were all waiting for instructions, and they might even lose the chain at any time.

This requires Zhu Houzhao to ensure the operation of the workshop, and there must be no problems.

And the orders for Shiquan Dabulu increased rapidly, just as Fang Jifan expected.

At first... when people knew about the miraculous effect of Shiquanda Supplement, there was a sensation in the whole city.

Think about it, it's the empress, the empress can't cure the disease, the empress can't nourish the body, but with only this medicine, the phoenix body is cured.

Therefore, at first some people felt that it was not credible, but the news in this palace cannot be hidden, especially for those who can afford Shiquan Dabulu, they have many ways to get accurate information.

When the news was finally confirmed, it was like an explosion.

Such a miraculous nourishing thing, if the empress is like this, then... why don't you... have a try?

When this idea came up, many people moved their minds.

So I asked around for news about Shiquanda Bulu.

At first, there was no sound at all.

Until Xishan released the news, it began to sell the Shiquan Dabulu.

People in the capital, including many merchants in Beijing, are looking forward to it.

After all, in this world, everyone is afraid of death.

Everyone hopes that they can live longer.

Strange to say, poor people tend to die more from illnesses, but if they are wealthy, with the emergence of medical schools, fewer and fewer people die from illnesses, but their bodies are often weaker.

God gave them wealth, but they squandered it.

After tasting all the delicacies in the world, my mouth is getting worse and worse, and my appetite is getting worse. There is no restraint in singing and singing every night.

The price of this Shiquan Dabulu is extremely high, one bottle can be used for a month, but it is ten taels of silver.

Ten taels of silver is definitely not a small amount.

But precisely because of the high price, it makes people feel that this thing must be extraordinary.

Ever since, those who come to order are like crucian carp crossing the river.

Now the capital is different from before.

Here and Baoding have become important production centers. Because there are so many rare goods here, countless merchants from all states and counties in the world have been attracted. Even iron and steel are all transported back to the county of the state to be sold.

Therefore... as long as there is something new, they are always willing to accept it. After all, the emergence of any new thing means business opportunities for them.

It is not a bad thing for those who take the goods to bring some other rare things back to earn more money.

The kings, grandchildren and wealthy businessmen in Beijing began to be enthusiastic about this Shiquan Dabulu, and the merchants also began to envy them. No matter how poor this world is, there are still a lot of rich people. The biggest characteristic of these people is that they cherish their lives. What's more, if you bring it back and sell it under the sign that it is eaten by the palace and the nobles, it will often cause local gentry and wealthy people to rush to buy it.

So... the whole workshop began to make Zhu Houzhao feel overwhelmed.

Too many orders.

This is a happy event.

He was happy, as if he had given birth to many daughters.

But the problem is that many troubles also give him headaches.

It is necessary to increase production, to have a production scheduling plan, to recruit more craftsmen, to order more raw materials, to ensure the top secret of the formula, and to communicate with channel merchants...

Zhu Houzhao is like a spinning top, busy with his feet not touching the ground.

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Wu Fu.

Early in the morning, when the genius was twilight, Wu Zhong, the prime minister of Dali Temple, was ready to go out to be on duty.

He tidied it up seriously, put on his black gauze hat as usual, and an old slave beside him carefully served him with all his heart.

"Dad...Dad..."

This business broke the tranquility of the morning, and Wu Zai came here in a hurry.

What Wu Zhong dislikes the most is his son's reckless appearance.

After hearing this, he subconsciously put on a straight face.

When Wu Zai saw his father, he immediately bowed and said, "Father..."

Wu Zhong only nodded lightly: "Oh, it's early in the morning, what's the matter?"

Wu Zaisheng said excitedly: "When I came back yesterday, my son bought some Shiquan Dabulu for you. He said it is a great tonic. Everyone in the palace is using it. Even Liu Gong in the cabinet has someone buy it. Didn’t my father hear about it? It’s because of this that Mrs. Zhang’s health is good. Now it’s rumored that it’s a panacea. My father’s health has always been bad. My son bought a few bottles and came back. Twelve taels A bottle of silver, that's all... still entrusted to someone."

As he said that, he took out a porcelain bottle from his sleeve: "Father carries it with him, eat a little every day on time, it can keep fit..."

Twelve taels of silver...return a bottle...

Wu Zhong felt a little pain in his heart, and he was so angry... that he was about to explode.

"This this……"

Wu Zaisheng hurriedly said: "Father... this is a treasure, if you don't believe me, you can try it?"

Wu Zhong was speechless.

This is something that Fang Jifan fiddled with.

Why……

Although it's annoying, why every time... I fall into the trap.

He took a deep breath trying to calm down his anger.

Well, no matter what, I bought everything, can I still return it, Fang Jifan's dog, are you willing to return it?

After taking the porcelain vase, he took it easy, and finally managed to show a smile: "I have a heart."

After all, this is filial piety.

Wu Zhong asked impatiently, "How to take this?"

Wu Zaisheng pointed to the bottle and said, "Look, the mouth of this bottle is just a small stopper, and the stopper is empty, just pour a little on the stopper, it's enough for one mouthful..."

Wu Zhong felt aggrieved in his heart, feeling that every little bit he drank was money.

It's my Wu family's money.

But what can I do? I bought everything, and if I didn’t eat it, it would be a waste of money.

He poured a little and ate it in one mouthful, not a single drop was wasted.

There was a slight fishy smell in his mouth, but this smell was quickly covered up by the sweetness.

Taste... not bad, this medicine is thick, mouth...

Suddenly... Wu Zhong seemed to have a reaction in his heart.

It's like... um... such an expensive thing must be mixed with a lot of nourishing medicine.

Everyone says this medicine is nourishing.

It seems... there will be no fakes.

Sure enough... this medicine is different from other medicines.

Eat it all in one bite...

It seems that there is a fire inside.

Expensive is good.

Wu Zhong didn't know that what he experienced was more of a psychological effect. After all, this medicine is very expensive, not to mention many people applaud it, so it can't be fooled.

Wu Zaisheng stared straight at his father.

After seeing his father eat it all in one gulp, he wondered if it was his own illusion, and said in surprise: "Father, father... your face... your face..."

Seeing his son's shocked expression, Wu Zhong quickly asked, "What's wrong with my face?"

Wu Zaisheng stared and said, "It seems...it seems to be rosy."

"Really?" Wu Zhong was shocked immediately, opened his mouth to let out a mouthful of turbid air, carefully put the porcelain bottle into his sleeve, took a step, and said with a hint of joy: "Yes, I feel a little bit more for my father. Spirit Qi, this medicine...is really amazing, come on, let's take a few more steps for my father."

Seeing Wu Zhong's spiritual appearance at this moment, Wu Zai was terrified in his heart.

It's really... a miracle medicine.

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