amaotonovel Chapter 164 Sales
Chapter 164 Sales
Chapter 164
Yang Ruolan looked at his back, furious again. She muttered to the nanny beside her, "Look, he even ignored his own son for that vixen. Why doesn't he spend more time with his son?"
Seeing her like this, the nanny beside her could only secretly groan inwardly, but she had to comfort her: "Master, he's not a doctor, so he won't be of much use if he stays here. It would be better to let him go to the palace to submit a memorial. Maybe he can find out the cause of the eldest son's illness."
Yang Ruolan glanced at her son lying in agony on the bed, swallowed the words that were on the tip of her tongue, and could only remain silent. How could she not understand this? But the moment she saw the way he completely disregarded her, his legal wife, she could not help but feel furious.
He only had eyes for that seductive vixen, and he protected her like a clown. He had clearly never been close to her, so how could he have caused her premature birth? But the master had no feelings for her, never listening to a word she said, let alone believing a single word she said.
Since their marriage, the two had never gotten along well. Outsiders only saw how glamorous Lady Jing'an was on the surface, but who knew that she spent every day alone in her empty room, watching her husband dote on other women, yet she dared not even complain?
But after a woman gets married, she takes her husband's surname, and her joys and sorrows are determined by her husband's family. What can she do? She tried to suppress the bitterness in her heart and ordered the nanny, "Go get a basin of water, and I'll wipe the second young master again."
Liu Xiangdong lay in bed, desperately trying to suppress the agonizing pain. His broken leg felt like it was being gnawed by a demon, the excruciating pain nearly making him faint. He had never imagined the pain of a broken leg could be so unbearable.
It was not until dawn that Earl Jing'an hurried back to his courtyard with the imperial physician invited from the palace.
When the imperial physician arrived, he carefully examined his pulse, his brow furrowed. He then took out a silver needle and inserted a few needles into his acupuncture points, causing him to faint.
Seeing this, Yang Ruolan thought her son was fine and breathed a sigh of relief. Unexpectedly, the doctor's next words made her heart tremble again.
"Your son's leg bone is broken. Fortunately, the doctor you found has set it. It shouldn't be any worse, but he is in unusual pain, which is really unusual. I took his pulse just now and didn't notice anything unusual. It's really strange!" The old doctor stroked his gray beard and said with a little surprise.
Upon hearing this, Yang Ruolan panicked, unable to maintain the dignified demeanor of a noble lady. "Doctor Zhou, your medical skills are superb, your hands are sharp, and your heart is kind. You will surely uncover the cause. I hope you will take the trouble to help with my son's matter. I sincerely thank you for your kindness."
Having said this, he was about to bow down.
Doctor Zhou was startled and hurried to stop him. "Madam, there's no need for this. As a doctor, I must do my utmost. How about this? I'll prescribe a medicine, and you can have the young master take it. If the young master's condition persists after he recovers, have the uncle send a letter to the palace. I'll go back and look up any relevant records in the medical classics so we can make preparations."
Although Yang Ruolan felt resentful, she didn't dare to stop the imperial physician. After all, it was His Majesty's grace that the imperial physician was allowed to leave the palace to treat patients. How could she dare to force it? She could only suppress her resentment and accept the prescription with a look of gratitude.
Liu Gongquan stood aside without saying a word. After the imperial physician finished his diagnosis, he sent the physician out of the mansion.
At the gate of the mansion, beside the carriage, Doctor Zhou waved to Liu Gongquan, "My Lord, there's no need to see me off. I'll be leaving now."
Liu Gongquan's lips curled slightly as he pulled a roll of banknotes from his sleeve and quietly slipped it into Doctor Zhou's hand. "I'm truly sorry to have troubled you with coming here today. This small gift isn't much of a token of respect, so I hope Doctor Zhou won't despise it."
Doctor Zhou felt the banknotes in his hand and estimated that there were a thousand taels. He quickly made a gesture of decline: "Master, please don't be so polite."
But Liu Gongquan rebuffed him again. "I'll have to trouble Imperial Physician Zhou to take care of my son's affairs."
Doctor Zhou looked up at him again, and seeing his sincerity, he stopped refusing. "Since that's the case, I'll do my best. Your Highness, please rest assured."
After seeing off Doctor Zhou, Liu Gongquan returned to the mansion and went to Liu Xiangdong's courtyard. He glanced at his sleeping son and ignored Yang Ruolan who wanted to speak to him. He turned and walked towards the study.
Only Yang Ruolan was left behind, staring at his departing back with a gloomy look, her eyes full of loneliness.
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Luo Shuiyao arrived at the kitchen early in the morning and saw that dinner was being prepared in an orderly manner. The women who had come last night were also busying themselves spontaneously. This made her feel at ease. Fortunately, this farm was large enough and had sufficient food reserves. There was no need to worry for at least a few days. She didn't linger for long and turned to look for Manager Liu.
Manager Liu frowned, his heart filled with worry. He watched the young and strong laborers working feverishly to make malt sugar. They had brought in all the jars they could find yesterday, and they were now mostly full.
Liu Yu had rushed to the north of the city yesterday afternoon to order some pottery jars. Luckily, a family had a large backlog of pottery jars at a good price. It was just too late last night, so he couldn't get the jars back. This morning, he sent a few strong men with horse-drawn carriages to fetch them, but they haven't returned yet.
What worries Manager Liu the most is that although this malt sugar is good, how can it be sold? Moreover, with so many people, how will the young lady arrange the follow-up?
As soon as Luo Shuiyao arrived, she saw Manager Liu staring at the place with a sad face, and he looked listless. She couldn't help but ask, "Manager Liu, what's going on?"
Manager Liu came to his senses after hearing the voice. When he saw that it was Luo Shuiyao, he quickly smiled. "Miss, why are you here so early?"
Luo Shuiyao smiled slightly and did not answer him. Instead, she asked, "Why are you worried so early in the morning?"
Upon hearing this, Manager Liu sighed deeply, "I was just wondering, although this malt sugar is good, how can we sell it? Also, with so many people here, how are we going to provide food and drink?"
Luo Shuiyao listened and nodded, saying, "Manager Liu, you've thought this through very carefully. I had already thought of this last night. I sent Yang Wei back with a letter last night. I think someone will come to pick up the malt sugar by noon. When the time comes, you can arrange for someone to load all the malt sugar onto a truck and send it away. Someone will take care of it and deliver it to the capital."
Manager Liu's worries were still lingering. "We have no sales channels and no connections. If we rashly ship the sugar to the capital and it fails to sell, that would be a real shame."
"When I came here, I bought a small shop in the capital to sell malt sugar. It shouldn't be difficult."