The Fallen Medicine Woman: The Daily Life of Chun Nuan-Chapter 306 - 192

This medical manuscript ultimately was not returned.

While Zhao Minghua was busy collecting grain, Chun Nuan was in the inn, engrossed in her studies.

It must be said, this manuscript is vastly different from the Xiao family’s ancestral medical manuscript.

It is often said that each school has its own teachings; the same ailments may have different prescriptions.

Chun Nuan expressed that she truly learned a lot.

As she read, she pondered; each manuscript has its own merits.

It seems that once she’s back in Changzhou, she should thoroughly study and compare, then make new notes and teach the simplest and most effective methods to Chun Ning and Muyang.

Indeed, medicine is not learned in a day or two; it truly is the painstaking efforts passed down over generations.

Grandpa Fang handed the manuscript to her because no one in his family studied medicine, demonstrating his magnanimity.

Solely based on Grandpa Fang’s great generosity, Chun Nuan is determined to spread and enhance the essence of Fang Family Medicine.

By integrating Xiao Family Medicine and Fang Family Medicine, she believes the remedies for treating patients would be more effective.

Chun Nuan focused on her studies, while Zhao Minghua faced ups and downs.

Mr. Qu’s household steward had promised to inform Mr. Qu to see if they would sell grain.

In the end, two days passed without receiving a response.

Instead, villagers rushed forward to sell grain.

Zhao Minghua knew they couldn’t be persuaded, so he stopped trying.

If they want to sell, let them sell; while the grain prices at the rice shop haven’t risen yet, they might earn some profit margin.

However, there is no wall in the world that doesn’t let the wind through, and paper couldn’t conceal the fire.

Soon, the rice shop learned of a young man buying grain grandly here.

The grain price was one cent higher than theirs, which raised their alertness.

Upon learning it was Zhao Minghua buying, they directly sought him out.

"Is this young man a grain merchant?"

"Not really." Zhao Minghua had long prepared a strategy; being a grain merchant is not so easy.

If people know you are a wealthy grain merchant, attention would be drawn, and eventually, they might target you.

The clever Zhao Minghua took out a letter; it was correspondence from the capital, flashing briefly before Manager Zhu’s eyes.

"I was entrusted by this gentleman to purchase grain for military provisions."

Indeed, under this banner, even inspectors dared not say anything.

"So, this means the young man is a court official?"

"Not really; I’m just an ordinary herbs merchant, having seen more places traveling far and wide. Seeing places with surplus grain often, I was entrusted by this gentleman to buy some." Zhao Minghua said: "I’ve heard Han State produces grain, so we came."

"I see."

Manager Zhu thought of nothing else; only the thought flashed: This gentleman has connections in the capital.

This relationship could be advantageous to him.

"How much grain does the young man need?"

"A few dozen tons would suffice, a hundred tons is workable too." Zhao Minghua pretended to be profound: "After all, that gentleman said there are many military personnel, having more stock in reserve for unforeseen needs." 𝚏𝗿𝗲𝐞𝚠𝕖𝐛𝗻𝗼𝐯𝕖𝚕.𝚌𝗼𝗺

"Coincidentally, I have a batch of grain on hand; is the young man interested in checking it out?"

Then let’s have a look, Zhao Minghua went to the rice shop and examined the grain.

"These are last year’s old grain."

Zhao Minghua was thankful to Tang Tie Tou for teaching him how to differentiate between new and old grain.

"Does the young man not want this grain?"

Manager Zhu was somewhat regretful.

These grains sold to locals don’t face discrimination between old and new.

Look, this is how a grain merchant distinguishes.

"I can have it, but the price should be a bit lower."

Manager Zhu was eager to offload this batch of grain.

Primarily because after the year turns, he would be purchasing new grain.

If this batch of old grain isn’t offloaded, he won’t have space for the new grain.

As long as Zhao Minghua is interested, the price could be lowered.

Ultimately, he bought twelve tons of grain at a price lower than the retail rate of the rice shop.

News finally came from Mr. Qu’s side, and they agreed to sell several tons of grain to Zhao Minghua.

Zhao Minghua collected over twenty tons of grain in Han State, then had them transported back to Changzhou in batches by merchant fleets.

Before departing, Manager Zhu and Mr. Qu both agreed with Zhao Minghua that if more grain is needed, he can send a letter through someone for further collaboration.

"Han State indeed produces grain." Zhao Minghua was quite impressed: "The land here is fertile, and farmers store more grain than those in our region."

Zhao Minghua understood very well that once met with natural or man-made disasters, the farmers would definitely face hunger.

Because they rent little land, their harvests aren’t good, and after paying the landlord’s rent, there’s scant surplus grain left.

It’s already commendable for a family to get through the lean days, with virtually no surplus grain to sell.

While Zhao Minghua was collecting grain in Han State, Tang Shitou also repeatedly urged the farmers to reserve enough grain for a year. The farmers all claimed to have reserved plenty.