The Little Cook's Wealthy Counterattack

Wanbaoge has always believed that with the big shopkeeper who regards money as his life, even if he looks at it for a while, he will make a lot of money.

They also believed in this selfless disaster relief, and they were really not disappointed.

"How much did your family earn?"

"Not much. How much can the eggs collected from the villagers be cheaper? They are all eggs laid by old hens. They are all expensive. After cutting out the expenses, they will probably earn two or three hundred dollars."

"Alas, although I've got five hundred more passes here, I still have to give half to the old friends who supply goods. I'm sorry to eat alone. It's not comfortable for you."

"He, who pulled dozens of carts of preserved fruits, you know? They made a lot of money this time. Even if they pay the freight to the Feng family, at least 800 yuan will come in!"

"Ouch, 800 passes? It's only 800 passes a month. He can't laugh to death. The goods are brought in batch by batch. There's no need to guard the shop and sell them slowly. He doesn't worry about throwing things away when they are broken. So many discounts and scrapes are close. If he tries hard, he'll earn nothing this year!"

"Isn't it? His face is crooked. Whoever he catches all day wants to treat. He also asked the shopkeeper of wanbaoge to say that there will be such good things in the future. Don't forget his old age."

"But it's also a little strange. Did we all want to provide disaster relief? We came here with the idea of losing money. Unexpectedly, we made a lot of money in the end? The people always boast that we are good people. How can I feel a little boring in my heart?"

"Hehe, what's the matter? If the big shopkeeper didn't have the means, we would have made a good loss this time, so we did good deeds and made money, thanks to the big shopkeeper!"

Listening to ghost II's vivid interpretation of the gossip of merchants outside to provide disaster relief, Jiang qianxia praised him for giving him a chicken leg, which made ghost I's boss frown.

"I don't know how much money we spent this time and how much money the Songzhou government lost us."

Jiang qianxia looked forward to the boundless, so he was fed to his mouth by Guli. He had to turn his head back and look at his secretly jealous man.

"These are still small heads. When the epidemic is over and you visit the assassin's residence, the big gift will be presented at that time."

"Really? What big gift will there be? Just give me thousands of Guan or tens of thousands of Guan as a sealing fee?"

Excitedly pulled Guli's sleeve and saw him shaking his head in tears and laughter.

"Madam, have you forgotten how many carts tens of thousands of people have to pull with ox carts? Besides, how can the dignified assassin seal it with silver money? It's ugly to say that."

Jiang qianxia is not interested. Since it is not the compensation of real gold and silver, it must be those treasures.

At the beginning, she also regarded rare treasures as treasures, but there are serious value fluctuations for this thing, you know.

If you want to put it in big business, how many people can buy it without saying at first. If you sell it publicly, it's not easy to explain the origin of this thing, so you can only use it to deceive your eyes, and then take up the place to dust.

If you sell it in a store, it depends on whether anyone wants it.

There are five modern shopkeepers she can connect with now, including the latest one. The technology seems to be a little later than when she came. If the pure natural baby is sold to that shopkeeper, it will probably have a premium and make a lot of money.

But if you sell it to a slightly more modern shopkeeper, you can basically give a real price, and you have to be charged a high "import and export tax" by the plane store.

She doesn't need much modern materials now. There are a lot of drugs, and there is no shortage of basic guns and bulletproof vests. Unless she is crazy to usurp the throne and needs to use large weapons and equipment, she can be a shopkeeper who eats and dies.

On the contrary, there are more places where she uses her money.

Dianzhou has to invest in development everywhere, and her ocean going plan has also been shelved. Even the Shihui Museum, which is almost completed in the suburbs of Beijing, needs a lot of maintenance costs and recruitment.

"Alas, there's not enough money. Can't he have some real?"

Complaining, Jiang qianxia looked at Sun Changsheng, who was becoming thinner and thinner, "Grandpa, is the disease in the epidemic area stable now? Do you think how long it will take to lift the city closure order?"

Strip of silk slowly swallowed the food in his mouth. Sun Changsheng estimated: "it will be almost in half a month. In fact, the people with acne are basically gone now, and they have reached the final stage of their own dryness. But some diseases are difficult to treat, which is really a headache."

Jiang qianxia knows that the most difficult diseases he mentioned are meningitis, encephalitis and myelitis. These diseases, let alone the dry disease with backward medical treatment, are also deadly diseases that spend money like water in future generations.

At the beginning, she didn't like traditional Chinese medicine. She wanted to tell them that these patients directly gave up and let them cook by themselves. Who knows, dozens of doctors gathered together and worked hard on the improved prescription of refined drilling. They even hung the patient's life with more than ten kinds of messy traditional Chinese medicine?

Of course, hanging is hanging, but once the epidemic is over, there is no free medicine to maintain, these patients will not last long.

It's not that sun Changsheng didn't ask Jiang qianxia for help, but she can explain the pathology and suggested treatment methods of these diseases to all doctors simply but comprehensively. She really can't do anything about what drugs to use and how to cooperate with acupuncture and moxibustion.

Fortunately, these dying patients are only a few, which makes Jiang qianxia's psychological pressure a little lighter.

Putting aside these uncomfortable things, Jiang qianxia touched his chin and said, "it's still half a month... It seems that we have to find Mr. assassin once to talk about the post disaster reconstruction and living subsidies of Ningshan city."

"Ah? Is there anything to rebuild? And living allowance. I'm afraid it's a little too much?"

Disgusted, he stuffed the drumstick into the mouth of the poison scholar. Jiang qianxia hung his eyes and wanted to write his contempt on his face.

"Do you think Ningshan city can survive this smallpox?"

As soon as this remark came out, the people at the table were stunned.

"Please, don't you all remember?"

Jiang qianxia painfully pestled his head on the table and knocked twice before he said frantically: "think clearly, everyone! Smallpox is contagious! The smallpox virus can live for one or two years at will!"

"Yes, the people in Ningshan city are not afraid of smallpox now, but they don't have children? The children haven't been vaccinated, so they should be as good!"

"What about other people? Don't you go here? Ningshan city lives its own life. Isn't this an enlarged version of kujiao village?"

"That girl, what do you want to do?" Due to her mania, sun Changsheng accompanied her carefully.

"Burn!"

As soon as he patted the table, Jiang qianxia roared with a ferocious face: "burn Ningshan city for three days and three nights. Everyone clean out of the city, not to mention clothes. Even my hair and eyebrows are shaved. Go out of the city naked, and then clean it thoroughly with spirits and limestone!"

"Reborn, clear and quiet, the fire is reborn!"