I opened a mother and baby supermarket in ancient times to raise cubs

Ying Qiaomian and Tang Qing, who were in charge of Shen's family, entered the hall in the backyard. As soon as they were seated, servants brought over tea and pastries.

Master Shen's face was full of red, and he was more excited than Qiao Mian and Tang Qing. He pointed to the plate and said, "There is a cook from Yunnan in the family who made excellent pastries. This peony cloud cake is the family's favorite. You guys Try it quickly."

Qiao Mian did not pretend, took a piece and took a bite, took another sip of tea, and said with a smile, "Sure enough, it melts in the mouth, it is very sweet."

The head of Shen's family is very good at climbing. "Just as long as you like to eat, we can be regarded as friends now. From now on, we will often come to the house and let the cook cook for you."

Qiao Mian smiled, "Then it depends on Master Shen."

Everyone is a sensible person and knows what this sentence means.

The smile on Master Shen's face gradually slowed down, and he sighed, "We beg you for this matter. I know this ointment is precious and you are the only one in your family. Why don't you talk about your thoughts first?"

"Alright." Qiao Mian nodded and said, "It can be said that I bought this ointment with my life, and my energy is limited, and the number of bottles I have developed is not many. It has a wide range of uses, but I think the best audience is actually It is a child, because the herbs it chooses are all the safest, and there will never be things like wormwood allergies, of course, adults can also use it."

Master Shen nodded, motioning for Qiao Mian to continue.

Qiao Mian said, "You have also seen that the ointment in my hand does not have a suitable box. Look at this drawing, you can make a medicine box according to this size, and then hand over the finished medicine box to me, and I will fill it myself .” He took out a piece of paper from his sleeve and handed it to Head Shen.

When Master Shen saw it, the small box was really too small, only a round box the size of two fingers.

He hesitated, "Then how much paper do you want for this small box?"

Qiao Mian has researched it a long time ago. A large box is 15g, and he can disassemble each box into three small boxes, that is, a box of 5g.

This kind of ointment has a fast curative effect, and a small box can be effective after a few times of application. If a large box is sold, not only the price is not easy to position, but what if customers accumulate more and no one buys it?

He said, "A small box of 30 Wen."

Master Shen's expression changed, "This is more expensive than my mosquito repellent sachet!"

Qiao Mian shook her head with a smile and said, "Shen is in charge, and I want [-] Wen, and you, including the wooden box packaging fee and the labor fee, at least [-] Wen."

Master Shen looked at Qiao Mian in disbelief, "Forty Wen!"

Qiao Mian said firmly, "Master Shen, if you believe me, don't set the price too low. Maybe it's because the cool breeze shop next door casts too much shadow on you, making you think that a low price can keep guests, but it's not true. It has something to do with building momentum. , but the ease of use of the item is the most important thing.”

Shen, who has been in business all his life, of course knows this truth, he gritted his teeth and said, "Do you have any other requirements?"

Qiao Mian said, "I will never sell the ointment prescription in my life, so I, Qiao Mian, will always be the owner of this ointment. I hope you will engrave the word "Mountain cotton" on it when you make the ointment box."

The head of the Shen family thought about it and agreed, but he was still worried, "Can the forty cents really be sold? There are too many things in the warehouse now, and I really, hey, feel powerless!"

To be honest, he really didn't expect Qiao Mian to be able to open his mouth like a lion at first, and he hadn't tried the efficacy of this ointment, so he really didn't dare to make a random decision.

Qiao Mian put the box of ointment in his arms in front of Mr. Shen, "Three days, I'll give you three days to think about it."

He got up and shook his clothes, obviously looking like a sickly beauty, but his eyes were full of fortitude that could not be rejected, "Three days later, if you have made up your mind, take a hundred wooden boxes to the third house in the east of Yaoshui Village." Find me, if you don't come, then I will sell it to someone else."

As he spoke, he bowed again, "Farewell."

After Qiao Mian left, the head of Shen was still holding the moldy wooden box to look at it repeatedly. Having seen the world, he didn't even dare to touch the box of ointment!

After a while, the servants at home reminded him to go to dinner. Head Shen thought about it, packed the medicine box in his cuff, turned and went to the hall.

As soon as I entered the dining hall, I heard the cry of my four-year-old grandson.

Master Shen frowned. It was stipulated in the family that children are not allowed to sit on the table during meals, and if they are on the table, they are not allowed to make trouble, let alone cry.

When Mrs. Shen saw his complexion changed slightly, she hurriedly spoke for her grandson and daughter-in-law, "The head of the family, come and have dinner, ouch, this child was fine at first, it may be that there are many mosquitoes in the melon moon, and this plague-stricken thing doesn't know what it is." Time to bite the child."

Master Shen frowned when he remembered something, and looked at his son, "Where did the child get bitten?"

Young Master Shen also had a headache. He glanced at his wife who was coaxing the child and said, "I was bitten on the soles of my feet and thighs."

When the daughter-in-law heard this, she quickly exposed the place where the child was bitten by mosquitoes. Head Shen raised his eyes and saw that there were two large red and swollen bumps on the child's white and tender feet. He rubbed the medicine box in his cuff, hesitantly Pass it to the son, "Give the child some of this ointment to try."

Young Master Shen was not suspicious, took it over and opened it, and when he saw the dark green ointment, he knew it was a good thing, but seeing how dilapidated the box was, he was not too reluctant, so he went up and took two big pieces and rubbed them on the child's legs and soles of feet. .

The four-year-old child was startled by the cold, and screamed in pain again.

Young Master Shen hurriedly looked at his father's face, and said softly to his wife, "Why don't you take the child back to the room first, and I will go back to the room with you to eat."

Unexpectedly, his father said, "Don't take the child away, the daughter-in-law will also eat it, let the servants coax it first."

The nanny at the side hurriedly hugged and coaxed the young master who was out of breath from crying. The whole family couldn't eat. I really don't know how such a well-behaved person in the head of Shen's family is so talkative.

Of course, the head of Shen's family couldn't stop eating. He looked at his grandson after eating for a while.

I was worried that the medicine would hurt the child, and I was worried that the straw I had finally grasped was a rotten grass!

When the meal was almost finished, the child was tired from crying and fell asleep in the nanny's arms. At this moment, he heard the nanny exclaim in a low voice, "Young master, young mistress, look at the bag on the young master!"

Everyone looked together, but Master Shen pushed away his chair and strode forward to his grandson. He saw that the big bump that was still red just now had subsided and was no longer red. Compared with an hour ago, it has become too insignificant.

The head of Shen's family hugged his grandson, and abruptly woke the child up. The grandson pursed his mouth and wanted to cry, but when he saw that it was his usually fierce grandpa, he held back his tears.

Head Shen said excitedly, "Jun'er, is the sole of the foot still itchy? Does it hurt?"

Jun'er shook his head, "No, it doesn't hurt anymore."

"Is it itchy?"

Jun'er still shook his head, touched the bag on his leg with his hands, and said in a milky voice, "It's softened, and it doesn't hurt at all."

Young Master Shen also lamented that the medicine was really effective, but he still couldn't understand his father's excitement and excitement.

After a few laughs, Master Shen told his family everything.

Because the business of Yuqiaosi was bleak, the Shen family members were all forced to smile, but they didn't expect that there was really a way to resolve it, and everyone was very happy.

Young master Shen said, "Father, let me make the wooden box. I have a classmate who has a relative who is a carpenter. I think I will discuss it with him carefully, and I won't charge too much."

Master Shen thought for a while and said, "Don't make one hundred, but two hundred!"

"to make!"