The two treasures of the farm family cannot be offended by the mother who is a miracle doctor.

All five members of the Yang family had dinner at Ye's house.

Ye Kuangyan made steamed egg custard, a plate of pickled cucumbers, and a plate of fried diced pork with green beans.

"This old man Ye, can't he really show his spirit?"

Yang Dashan looked at Qingdouzi and said.

The beans grown in his family's mountainous area were planted at the same time as the Ye family's, and they have just grown into pods. The Ye family's beans have already been eaten.

Ye Nitang joked: "Uncle Yang, that old man owed my family so much when he was alive. If he doesn't make more compensation after he dies, the Lord of Hell won't spare him either!"

"Tang'er is right. That partialist will not bless his eldest son and his family after his death, so he is not worthy of being reincarnated as a human being."

Mrs. Wu became very angry when she thought of the eccentric things Old Man Ye had done when he was still alive.

Yang Dashan was afraid that Ye Qinghong would be unhappy, so he quickly stopped his mother.

"Mom, the living do not talk about the dead. No matter what happens, he is also the grandfather of Qinghong and the others. Stop talking and eat quickly."

Mrs. Huang took the opportunity to change the subject, "Don't worry about whether Uncle Ye was good or bad during his lifetime. Now that he is blessing Qinghong and the others, it is a great thing. We have kept this matter secret, don't let Mrs. Xue know about it and use it to blackmail people."

Ye Qinghong and Ye Kuanyan understood that the three of them were doing it for the good of their three siblings, and they did not blame Mrs. Wu for speaking out.

Ye Nitang, a foreign soul, would not be blamed, thinking that the herbal residue contaminated with spiritual spring water should not be wasted.

She smiled and said to Mrs. Huang: "Auntie is right to the point. Auntie, you can spread the pile of herbal residues we steamed today into the ground to make fertilizer and prevent insects."

"Anti-insects? Can fire midges be cured?"

Yang Dashan suddenly thought of the white flying insects in the rice fields and became very angry.

Now is the time when the rice is heading and blooming. It will be destroyed by insects, and the autumn grain will have to be bought with money.

Ye Nitang thought for a while, "You try it first. If it doesn't work, I will prepare a prescription for you!"

There are piles of chemical pesticides in her space, but it's a pity that she can't take them out.

"Okay, I'll send all those herbal residues to the rice fields tomorrow morning."

Yang Dashan couldn't help but begin to believe her.

After everyone in the room finished eating, the cool dew solidified into a paste.

Ye Kuanyan bathed the two babies and sent them to the bedroom to rest.

Yang Dashan took the ointment out of the bamboo tube and cut it into small round cakes.

Amount of half a tael each.

Ye Qinghong cut the oil paper into small squares, and Yang He'er was ingenious and folded the oil paper he cut into small square paper bags.

Yang Zhuer took the seal carved by Ye Nitang and printed the trademark "Yang Ye Xiangfang" in four beautiful Chinese characters on the front.

Printed on the reverse side is "cooling ointment, relieves itching and pain relief, refreshes the brain, relieves heat stroke, motion sickness, and mosquito bites", and there is also a line of words "Contraindicated for pregnant women, not for internal use".

"Sister Tang'er, this ointment smells so good, why can't you eat it?"

The little boy was drooling while stamping the trademark.

"You're a man, why are you so greedy?"

Mrs. Huang looked at the saliva at the corner of her son's mouth and scolded him angrily.

Mrs. Wu, who was responsible for putting the ointment into the bag with Mrs. Huang, also rolled her eyes at her grandson and looked at Ye Nitang with a kind look in her eyes.

"Tang'er, that ointment of yours really works. My legs feel like they were boiled in warm water. I don't feel any pain anymore."

"Grandma Wu, follow the method I taught you and insist on using up the jar of medicine. This will ensure that you can walk as fast as you can. No matter whether it rains or snows, you won't have any more pain."

Ye Nitang personally packaged the medicine for Lao Han's leg and responded to her with a smile.

"Okay, grandma listens to you." Mrs. Wu nodded repeatedly, believing in her words to the extreme.

Ye Qinghong took up the topic and asked: "Sister, what price do you plan to set on these two ointments?"

Ye Nitang replied: "The cooling ointment to repel mosquitoes is only five cents, so it should be sold for thirty cents. My Hanbi ointment, which weighs one or two pounds a piece, sells for one hundred cents."

Herbs used to make cooling ointments can be found everywhere in the mountains.

The main ingredient of Hanbi Ointment is the Immortal Vine, and she found just one.

Moreover, the entire medicinal soup is boiled with spiritual spring water, so it is not worth the price.

"Tang'er, this cooling ointment of ours is more effective than those in town, and it's also bigger. Will you lose money if you sell it for thirty cents?"

Huang, who has been selling vegetables in the town for many years, has a good grasp of the prices of things in the town.

She can agree with her family to do this with Ye Nitang, knowing that they will not lose money.

For the price of thirty cents, I feel it is too low.

"Auntie, let's focus on small profits but quick turnover."

Ye Nitang looked at Huang and smiled.

She thought about the price.

Although the balms in drug stores and rouge shops are not cheap, they are made exquisitely.

A small patterned porcelain bottle contains ointments concocted from various herbs.

If the price is low, you will only lose money.

She made this roughly for the purpose of increasing the volume, and also hoped that ordinary people could afford it.

If the price is set high, the rich will look down on it, and the poor will not be able to afford it, but it will delay others from discovering its uniqueness.

Ye Qinghong followed up and said, "Auntie, please do the math. We made nearly 800 cooling ointments today.

If I could sell them all, I would need twenty-four taels of silver notes, not counting the money for the Han Bi ointment.

And what we paid was three taels of beeswax, and a day's work money from Uncle Yang and the four of them.

They can still make so much tomorrow. Those in town who make balm are not as fast as us. "

"That's true when you say that," Mr. Huang suddenly smiled, "We don't have a bottle to put it in. It's really expensive and no one will buy it."

Mrs. Wu sighed: "They are all weeds in the mountains, so don't be greedy. Just let people with mud legs like us use them!"

The old lady’s transparent words were unanimously approved.

The prices of Qingliang Cream and Hanbi Cream were just decided.

The next day, the three siblings picked more than a hundred kilograms of green beans and two large baskets of cucumbers.

Ye Nitang took three hundred cooling ointments and fifty Hanbi ointments and followed Ye Qinghong to the town.

Ye Qinghong and Huang sell vegetables in the town and have fixed stalls.

After arriving at the vegetable market, customers immediately came to the door.

"Brother Ye, I ate your cucumbers very well yesterday, and you weighed them five pounds for me today."

"Give me ten pounds."

"Hey, these are green beans, how do you eat them?"

Ye Nitang saw a group of people surrounding Ye Qinghong and Huang, so he went to Luo Congshan with the ointment.

Bai Ziyi saw her and ran a few steps to greet her, "Sister Ye!"

"Zi Yi, are your arms still itchy?" Ye Nitang supported him, "Have you taken medicine properly?"

"After taking it, my sister's medicine is very good. My arm doesn't hurt anymore, it's just itchy."

Bai Ziyi has a sweet smile, looks like an elegant scholar, and has fair and tender skin that makes people like him just by looking at him.

After Ye Nitang examined him, he quietly poured him a glass of spiritual spring water.

"I have something else to do today, so I won't talk to you anymore."

She made sure Bai Ziyi was okay, picked up her basket and prepared to leave.

"Miss Ye, what is that? It smells so refreshing."

Bai Jiaoniang smiled and called her to stop.

"Keep it secret for now," Ye Nitang said with a smile, "You will know soon."

Mr. and Mrs. Luo Congshan smelled the smell of several medicinal herbs coming from her basket, and naturally thought that she was refining medicine again.