"Pack this jasmine ointment for me." Ming Ruo signaled Zi Su to pay.

Zi Su took out two taels of broken silver from her purse and handed it to the servant, feeling uneasy.

She had never bought anything from Fuxiangzhai, and she didn't expect that a box of balm was so expensive. She only brought twenty taels of liang when she went out today. She had already spent three taels of silver to buy clothes just now. If the princess wanted to buy something else, it would be not enough.

The guy put the jasmine paste into a brocade box and handed it to Zisu: "You can get it."

Ming Ruo took out a small three-inch-high porcelain bottle from the bag that Zi Su was holding, opened the bottle stopper, and a fragrance spread. The young man's eyes lit up. He had been working in the shop for several years and had never smelled such a pleasant fragrance.

Mingruo handed the porcelain bottle to the young man: "Take this to your shopkeeper and ask him if he can collect this fragrance."

"Okay, okay." The guy entered the back hall with a small porcelain bottle and then smiled out after a while, "Young Master, our shopkeeper asked you to go to the back hall for details."

When he walked into the back hall, a middle-aged man in his forties came up and greeted him: "Young Master, please sit down. I am Cao Tong, the shopkeeper of Fuxiangzhai. I don't know the surname of the young master."

"You are kind to the manager Cao, please don't have your surname Ming." Mingruo sat down.

"Young Master Ming, I wonder where your fragrance comes from?" Manager Cao blinked his shrewd little eyes.

"This is my family's ancestral skill, called flower dew. It can be sprinkled on clothes or mixed in bath soup when bathing. It not only smells fragrant but also refreshes the mind and repels mosquitoes." Ming Ruo called for the high imitation Liushen flower dew water he made.

Manager Cao's little eyes became brighter and brighter. This kind of flower dew water was even more fragrant than the fragrance sent to the palace, and it also had so many functions: "Mr. Ming, what price is this flower dew water, and how much can it be sold to us?"

"I send fifty bottles every month, each bottle... fifteen taels of silver." Mingruo knew that the price was high. After all, Prince Yun's monthly rate was 100 taels. According to Zi Su's meaning, Prince Yun's mansion gave him more "salary" than many concubines in the palace.

But doing business is like paying back the money on the spot. Mingruo's psychological base price is ten taels of silver per bottle. If it is lower than this price, she will go to the Xilou.

When Zi Su heard the princess say that such a small bottle of flower dew would cost fifteen taels, she couldn't help but hold the bag tightly. She could touch it and there were many such small bottles inside. If it was accidentally broken, it would not be enough to sell herself.

"Okay." Manager Cao bit his back teeth and responded. The price was indeed high, but he was confident that he would make more money with this flowery water. Not to mention the wife and lady of the noble family in the imperial capital, only fifty bottles, even the empresses in the palace were not enough. "I wonder if Mr. Ming can supply more goods?"

"It is not easy to prepare the flower dew water, and fifty bottles are the limit." In fact, with the assistance of the medical system's extraction technology, making flower dew water is very simple, but rare things are precious, Mingruo thinks hunger marketing is still necessary.

Mingruo asked Zi Su to put the bag on the table: "There are fifty bottles here, and the flower dew needs to be sealed and stored. The bottle just now was a sample I gave to Manager Cao, and I will give the guests a try to smell the fragrance."

"Thank you, Mr. Ming." Manager Cao asked the clerk to count the points, and then gave it to Mingruo. "I don't know when Mr. Ming will deliver the goods every month, or... we write down the contract and we can pay the deposit in advance."

"The delivery is for 15 months every month, so there is no need for a contract. Ming may not be able to stay in the imperial capital for a long time." Mingruo just tried the water with cauliflower, and if it sells well, he could open a store by himself.

I think she is a family of Xuanyi, and she also has a business of medicinal cosmetics and medicinal food in modern times. She has been influenced by her since she was a child. Nowadays, the technical conditions are limited, so it is not difficult for Mingruo to make some simple cosmetics.

"Okay." Manager Cao didn't know this young master Ming either. If he ran away with a deposit, it would be a problem.

Mingruo put the silver notes into his sleeve bag and took Zi Su out of Fu Xiangzhai. Zi Su looked at the princess' slender back, but felt that she was particularly at ease with such a master.

Mingruo bought a folding fan at a small stall on the side of the road and opened it. Well, it has a taste. It is indeed a handsome weapon and worth owning.

"King..." Zi Su always wanted to call the princess and beat her head, "Young Master, this dim sum from Jixiangzhai is very famous. Should you buy some back?"

"Is that so, then buy some." Mingruo also likes to eat pastries, and he always refuses Chinese and Western styles.

After buying the snacks, Mingruo decided to go back home. Zisu remembered that there was a shortcut here, leading the way ahead. Mingruo shook the fan and walked gracefully.

"Ah!" Zisu screamed.

Ming Ruo was jumped by this scream, and the fan in his hand almost flew out: "What's wrong?"

"Princess, there are dead people here." Zi Su was so scared that she was so terrified that her face was as white as paper.

When he returned to the imperial capital, the public security was too bad. Mingruo walked forward and Zi Su pulled her sleeve: "Princess, let's change the road, it's too unlucky."

Mingruo looked at it carefully, and the young man in black dress sat leaning against the corner of the wall. His hair was tied up by black jade, and there was a rebellious aura between his eyebrows and eyes.

Are the people here so beautiful? This man is a real wolf dog in modern times.

This person's face was pale and his lips were purple. He should have been poisoned by his body. Based on his years of experience in practicing medicine, Ming Ruo judged that this person was not dead yet.

She stepped forward and put on the man's wrist, and the medical system immediately gave the diagnosis result - the patient's body was covered with snake venom and had a wound of up to 20 centimeters in the left abdomen. She is currently in shock and needs first aid.

"You are pretty pretty, you can save it."

Zi Su was speechless when she heard her princess’ remarks. Because she wanted to save people because she was ‘good-looking’, she was going to save people. Isn’t this too hasty?

"Zi Su, go find someone to help, let's take him to the hospital..." I can't say the hospital, that should be, "That... go to the clinic."

"I'm afraid no one is willing to help him." Zi Su has lived in the imperial capital since she was a child. She knows that the people in the imperial capital are unwilling to meddle in other people's business. It's not that the people here are indifferent, but that there are many royal relatives and nobles in the imperial capital, and they will get into major issues if they are not careful.

"Give more money, there will always be people who are willing." Money can make the devil push the mill. This law applies to any era.

"Oh." Zisu felt so stupid, so why didn't he expect to spend money to hire someone?

Seeing Zi Su leave, Mingruo quickly took out anti-venom serum from the medical system and performed a skin test on the man first.

Zi Su soon came back with a strong man, and the man easily carried the man on his back: "Young master, where are you going?"

"Just go to the clinic." Ming Ruo replied.

"Okay." The man walked into another alley with ease.

Mingruo looked around and found that there were shops on this street, which were obviously not as bright as those who had just visited. The man quickly walked into a shop. Mingruo looked up and felt that the owner of the shop was like him, a name was a waste, and the dilapidated wooden plaque read - a medicine hall.
Chapter completed!