Chapter 38 Who knows where the Peach Blossom Land is

If he was as aggressive as the previous "Guan Weng", Zhang Qian could just reply to him, "Do you care about your business" and leave. Anyway, Zhang Qian did not get a salary from Datang, and secondly, he did not ask to do business with these people.

And he put on a serious discussion posture, and Zhang Qian was embarrassed to start a fight. So after hesitating for a moment, he smiled and returned the favor: "You are polite, I am not sure how much this medicine should be sold. Although there are still ten pieces of this medicine, it is only enough for one person to use. If you can estimate a proper price for this medicine so that it can eventually fall into the hands of those who really need it, you are willing to follow your father's idea and immediately change the price back!"

Kicking the ball was one of the debate techniques he learned in college. He kicked the question back to the first party to ask questions, and used his spear to attack his shield! As soon as this move was made, the father-in-law, who was called "Ji Weng", immediately fell into the story, and thought with a dark face for a while, but in the end, he only sighed.

"Why did Weng Ji sigh? Even if this medicine is the only one in the world, it is already a sky-high price for 50 yuan." The old man named "Shiweng" still didn't understand why his friend was defeated in one sentence, frowned and helped next to him.

Before he finished speaking, Zhang Qian immediately turned his body to him and bowed to his advice, "I dare to ask my father-in-law, if someone has evil poisons entered his body but has no fifty family resources, wouldn't he have to close his eyes and wait for death? And if there is a wealthy family, buying this medicine to hide it in the shelf, wouldn't it disappoint the original intention of the elixir to save the world and live the world?"

These two sentences were originally from the previous "Weng Ji". Zhang Qian's only change was to change the 100,000-yuan hang to the fifty-yuan hang suggested by "Weng Shi", and the others were returned as it was.

When he looked at the old man who was called "Shiweng" by his friend, he immediately got dumbfounded by him. He murmured for a while, but couldn't find a word to answer.

Like China in the 21st century, in the Tang Dynasty in the eighth century, there were wealthy people who could not afford 100,000 yuan in hang money, and naturally there were middle-class people who could not afford 50 yuan in hang money. There were also poor families who were busy all day long and had a monthly income of less than 100 yuan. Therefore, unless it was given for free, no matter how much the price of the ten "Evil-proof Pills" was, someone would definitely not be able to afford it. (Note: According to Xiaomi's purchasing power, a penny is equivalent to 10 yuan.)

If you buy it home and hide it, the lower the price, the greater the possibility of such a thing happening. From this perspective, his "fifty-year-old" suggestion is so bad that it is so bad.

"I dare to ask the two elders, if one spends 50 yuan to buy this medicine to save his son, but another one pays 5,000 yuan to ask him to transfer it. The two elders thought that he would give up money to save his son, or to give up his son to seek wealth?" Fearing that "Ji Weng" and "Shi Weng" would have endless debates with him, Zhang Qian simply put on a humble attitude of asking for advice and threw the problems he had faced at the beginning to both of them. "If one person spent 5,000 yuan to win this medicine at a high price, in the future, someone came to the door with the famous post of the county priest and asked him to transfer this medicine to save the father of the county priest. The two elders thought that he had the courage to keep the holder of the famous post? If the visitor held not the famous post of the county priest, but the governor, the minister, or even higher, please ask the two elders, who will this medicine end up in the end?!"

If only a few weapons ahead of the times and the passion of a few people, I am afraid that Mo Zhai and his direct descendants would have died completely, and they would not have the chance to establish a sect as one of the top five of the various schools of thought, and be passed down from generation to generation. Therefore, in most cases, Mo Zhai and his direct descendants were still "convincing people with reason". The skills of tongue debate they mastered were the same as the weapons in their hands, and they were among the top at that time.

"This statement is very reasonable. Shiweng, you are too obsessed with the surface!" Seeing that "Shiweng" was asked by Zhang Qian and had nothing to say. The old man who was called "Ji Weng" by his friends was quickly replaced by gloating. He smiled and gave Zhang Qian a loud voice, "Although the wise men are good at tongue debate, they are mostly sophistry and boastful. They have no foundation and are only rich and noble. However, the Mohist family is both able to speak and good at doing things, and they are even more criterion-making. They do things with the principle of "promoting the benefits of the world and eliminating the harm of the world". They will not learn from the wild grass and fall with the wind! My friend, is this true?"

"What my father-in-law said is very true!" Since he pretended to be a child of the Mo family and others praised his master, Zhang Qian certainly could not deny it. He immediately smiled and bowed, "Thank you, my father-in-law, I feel very honored!"

"Don't be busy thanking me!" Unexpectedly, the purpose of "Wing Ji" was not just to compete with his old friend "Shi Weng" to see who's judgment is accurate. He smiled and waved his hand, and continued, "Do you dare to ask me, who made this medicine? Can't you really make a second dose?"

'So you are also here for the prescription. I just thought you were a kind elder.' Zhang Qian felt a warning in his heart, frowned, and responded coldly, "This medicine was made by the master's sect. When he went down the mountain, he brought two portions. One was used on the owner of Ren, and the other portion was in Chang'an City at this moment, as my father saw it! I didn't know the prescription or refine it. In fact, Zhang hoped that someone could make a second portion. In that case, Zhang would have less trouble. At least, he would not be punished by others at any time!"

After saying that, he glanced at the guy named "Guan Weng" from the corner of his eyes and took another step. It seemed that if he walked a little slower, he would be blocked by these guys who were "disrespectful to the old".

Although "Jie Weng" was nearly fifty years old, his eyes were not lost and his ears were not deaf. He was so embarrassed that his face turned red and almost bleeding from such obvious contemptuous behavior of Zhang Qian, but he gritted his teeth and chased after him for a few steps and explained loudly: "I understand what my friend means. If I could have one more dose of this medicine in the world, there would not be so many people who looked at me. I did not want to mess around, nor did I want to plot my friend's prescription. I just thought that since my friend's teacher can make this medicine, if I could go back and get more people, wouldn't more people in the world be rescued?"

He raised his hand to wipe the sweat beads from his forehead, and he continued to replenish wishfully, "My friend calls himself a child of the Mo family, and the Mo family takes saving the world as the key. My friend..."

"My father said this very much, but I can't go back next time!" Before the person finished speaking, Zhang Qian interrupted with a sigh.

If he could go back to the 21st century, would he wait until now? Not to mention that the Tang Dynasty's court is in chaos, if he might be able to do it one day, he would be affected by his "pool fish". What is the appeal of this kind of life without the Internet, no mutton skewers, no TV, movies and novels, and if he suffers a little injury, he may die of infection?

Others travel through time, at least they can be upgraded, and the old man can protect him! When he stomped his feet, he would bow his head and bow his head, and a beauties would cry and shout and throw themselves into his arms. The beauties were all nine-headed and turbulent. And from the beginning to now, he met a Zijuan, who was still a minor washboard, who could neither look at nor eat.

"Why, I heard from others that the Master Sect is not living in seclusion in Zhongnan Mountain?" Seeing that the loneliness on Zhang Qian's face did not seem to be disguised, the father-in-law "Ji Weng" could not bear it and was curious in his heart, frowned and digging into the bottom of it. "Although Zhongnan Mountain is vast, send more people to find it, there will always be a chance to find where your Master Sect is!"
Chapter completed!