Return to the small mountain village in 1986

Chapter 84 Who Doesn't Dream of Getting Rich?
With his enthusiastic attitude and his ability to understand dialects in most places, Gao Mingcheng's business has flourished.

On the first day of the medicine fair, more than half of the medicinal materials he brought had already been sold.

In the evening, Gao Mingcheng took inventory of the remaining medicinal materials and today's income, and then said to Gao Zhuang and Huang Dazhi: "There are not many medicinal materials left, and you all know the price. As for how to sell the goods, you should also know, right?"

Both Gao Zhuang and Huang Dazhi saw the pile of money, but their eyes were very clean, and neither of them showed a trace of greed.

Hearing Gao Mingcheng's question, Gao Zhuang quickly nodded his head and said: "Well, it's over! Brother Mingcheng, this place is really interesting! There are so many people, and many people I have never seen before! The clothes they wear it's beautiful!"

The corners of Gao Mingcheng's mouth curled up, knowing that Gao Zhuang was referring to those ethnic minorities who used to wear their own national costumes, which seemed very strange to Gao Zhuang.

"It's good if you know how to sell goods. Tomorrow you two will be in charge of setting up a stall to sell goods. I want to go shopping." Gao Mingcheng handed over the task of watching the stall to Gao Zhuang and Huang Dazhi. Nod your head in response.

After deciding what to do tomorrow, Gao Mingcheng kept the money close to him, and then he was ready to rest.

Today, most of the goods were sold, and all of them have been paid back, and some have been made, plus the stack of money stolen on the train before, now Gao Mingcheng has a huge sum of [-] yuan!

With this money, they could build a rather luxurious house in their village!
Of course, for merchants, money is alive, and it needs to flow so that money can make money.Therefore, Gao Mingcheng plans to go shopping around tomorrow, to buy some medicinal materials that are scarce in their county, and bring them back for resale.

The next morning, the three of them got up early and had breakfast at the Yaodu Hotel. Then Gao Zhuang and Huang Dazhi went to set up a stall with medicinal materials, while Gao Mingcheng wandered around.

Yesterday he was thinking about selling medicine, so he only took a quick look at it, and didn't pay attention to the excitement of the whole medicine fair.

Today he has a whole day to walk around. On this day, he stopped at the door of several medicine shops, observed their transactions, and read their words.

I also communicated with an old Chinese doctor who set up a stall to see a doctor, and asked someone to take his pulse, and the result was a diagnosis of physical health.

In the process of talking with people, Gao Mingcheng has a deeper understanding of the medicine fair. It turns out that the medicine fair evolved from the temple fair of the Yaowang Temple, and has a very long history. It can be traced back to the Han and Jin Dynasties, and was established in the Tang and Song Dynasties. It flourished in Ming and Qing Dynasties and lasted for 1800 years.

"During the Tang Dynasty, our camphor tree became an important place for the transfer of medicinal materials from the north to the south. There was a special trading place for medicinal materials, known as the 'medicine market'. Young man, listening to your accent, you are also from our side. How do you deal with these things? , but don’t understand?” The gray-haired old Chinese doctor looked at Gao Mingcheng with a puzzled look on his face.

The Zhang Gang is very powerful, and the reputation of the Medicine Fair is extremely resounding. Zhangshu people are all proud of it. As for its history, they just open their mouths.

But Gao Mingcheng speaks camphor tree dialect, but all the questions he asks are layman's terms.

Gao Mingcheng smiled embarrassedly, suddenly changed his hometown accent, and said, "I'm from Fuzhou, old sir, can you understand what I say?"

Zhangshu is not too far away from Fuzhou, and the accents of the two places are not much different. Gao Mingcheng has traveled all over the world in his previous life and is used to communicating with people, so he can easily learn the dialects of other places.

The old man was taken aback, groaned, and said: "I can understand a little bit, Fuzhou... I know Linchuan there, it is the hometown of talented scholars! Are you from Linchuan?"

Gao Mingcheng shook his head, he is next door to Linchuan!So far, there has not been a single college student in the village, so I dare not go to the hometown of talented scholars.

"Old man, do you accept apprentices?" Gao Mingcheng asked. He liked the medical book very much when he thought of Duomei, and he was very familiar with all kinds of traditional Chinese medicine near the village.

It would be great if Duomei could have the opportunity to learn from a famous teacher, study systematically, and then open a medical clinic in the future.

"No! I have three apprentices, and I'm getting older, so I won't accept any more!" The old man had a good temper, and he seemed to like Gao Mingcheng, so he said, "Young man, do you want to study medicine? I see you as a man You are smart and know medicinal materials, if you are willing to learn, I will ask the big apprentice to take you in."

Gao Mingcheng was tempted for a moment, but he still refused. He actually didn't understand medicinal materials. All his medicinal materials were dried. After arriving here, he realized that there are many ways to prepare medicinal materials. Each method is different. There are some corresponding tricks.

For example, moistening medicine, guillotine knife, slicing knife, planer knife, water pan pill, milling groove, artillery roasting, etc., he didn't understand it at all.

He doesn't understand the medicinal materials, the meridian of pharmacology and so on, let alone. With his aptitude, if he wants to learn Chinese medicine, he doesn't know how long it will take him to learn it well.

But time passes quickly, and he doesn't want to spend all his time on things that he doesn't understand or is not very interested in.

This time the medicine fair allowed him to make money, but what he thought was to buy more medicinal materials in the future, and after preliminary processing and processing, he would sell them here, so that the selling price would be higher.

After saying goodbye to the good-tempered old Chinese doctor, Gao Mingcheng continued to walk forward. He saw many stalls selling pills, pills and medicinal wine, so he went to look again.

When others see these, they only think about whether they need it, but when Gao Mingcheng sees these, he thinks that it would be great if he could get a prescription for a finished medicine.

In his mind, he thought of the development history of "Mrs. Oral Liquid", as well as Angli No. 90, Sanzhu Oral Liquid, Sun God, Chinese Turtle Essence, etc. which were all the rage in the [-]s. They once created sales myths, although they all disappeared afterwards. The leaders behind have also fallen from the altar.

But, after all, it's a big profit!

It seems to be good if they reproduce their path and then stop in time when necessary, but here comes the problem. First, he must have a reliable prescription, second, he must have a factory, and finally he needs Lots of money for advertising, sales, etc.

Thinking of this, Gao Mingcheng suddenly felt that there was too little money in his pocket.

At the beginning, the prescription of "Mrs. Oral Liquid" was bought by others for 9 yuan, but he...had none of [-] yuan!

Forget it, who doesn't have a dream of getting rich?

He should honestly finish the workshop for the rough processing of medicinal materials first!

He will come to the drug fair next year!

Gao Mingcheng was full of ambition, when suddenly a black box pointed at him, and a person said with a smile: "Young man, are you here to buy medicine, or to sell medicine?"

Gao Mingcheng followed the sound and saw someone carrying a video camera, filming the drug fair and interviewing random passers-by.

And Gao Mingcheng was the lucky one who was interviewed.

　Now write, continue to code.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)