The Daily Life of a Down-on-Hard-Life Medicine Girl Supporting Her Family

Chapter 82 The Rouge from Qingcheng Pavilion is Very Expensive
"Cough cough cough..."

Two people slept in Steward Yan's room: him and his fourteen-year-old only son.

It took Xiao Chunquan quite a while to hear their voices when he knocked on the door.

"Strict management..."

"It's Chunquan. Don't come in. We've caught a cold, and we're afraid you'll get sick from it." Steward Yan said, "This splash was really bad. I know of five or six people who have already collapsed."

Even the labor camp has stopped working, and the usually fierce foreman doesn't even have the strength to speak.

"That's right, everyone in my family is coughing, and my uncle even has a high fever."

"Then you should try to find Doctor Gu and buy some medicine." Steward Yan expressed his deep sympathy: "His medicine is expensive, but at least it can save lives. As long as you're alive, you can always make a comeback. Since you've come to this place, just take good care of yourself and you'll eventually be able to go out and reunite with your family."

"Thank you for your concern, Steward Yan." Chunquan took out a pill: "I have a pill here that will help relieve my cough."

Chunquan only brought one pill, but he didn't expect that both Steward Yan and his son were so seriously ill, so he was a little conflicted.

"Really? You've taken it?"

"Yes, it's been taken. This is the only one left."

Never mind, some things should be kept secret. Giving him a gift is a favor, not giving one is my right. Giving him even one grain is doing him a huge favor.

"Where did you buy them, and how much were they per pill?"

"Manager Yan, this is for you, no money needed," Chunquan said. "These pills were left by Manager Ma..."

He told himself that if he couldn't shirk some responsibilities, he should push them onto Manager Ma, since he had been running the business here for over ten years and should be given some face.

"That old Ma..."

What does it mean to be a little jealous?
He didn't even keep some of these good things for himself.

"Cough cough cough..." The father and son started coughing again, one coughing louder than the other, and it took them a long time to stop.

Chunquan saw that their condition was much more serious than his uncle's, and he was a little worried that he might cough so hard that he couldn't breathe.

"Manager Yan, why don't you take this pill first?"

"Thank you." Steward Yan took the pills: "Here, Kun'er, take this medicine."

"No, Father, you eat."

“You eat, you are my son, and sons have to listen to their fathers.”

"Father, how could I live without you?"

Chun Quan... Have these two, father and son, really gotten to this point?
"Um..." Chunquan thought for a moment, "How about you two, father and son, each eat half?"

"Is it possible?"

"It should work."

The effect may be slightly less than expected, but it will definitely be effective.

At Chunquan's suggestion, the father and son divided the pill in half and each ate one half.

In just a short while, Yan Kun exclaimed in surprise.

"Father, I feel much better about my throat." He had been coughing so hard he felt like he couldn't breathe properly. "Now I feel much better too." "I feel the same way," Steward Yan said. "Chunquan, what kind of miracle medicine is this?"

"As long as it works."

Chunquan breathed a sigh of relief upon seeing this: "Manager Yan, you all take good care of yourselves. I'll head back now."

"Okay, okay, drive carefully. If there's anything I can help you with, just let me know. Don't be shy."

"Okay, thank you."

Chunquan felt that this person was quite grateful for the protection he received in exchange for a single pill.

He no longer regretted giving him the pill.

This disease struck fiercely, and the elderly and weak simply could not withstand it. Every household wore mourning clothes, and the entire northern desert was shrouded in sorrow.

Manager Yan originally thought he couldn't hold on any longer, but he was most heartbroken for his only son, Yan Kun, who was only fourteen years old. His life had just begun, but it was already destined to wither away.

They had been living in despair, but Chunquan's arrival brought them hope. They, who hadn't been able to sleep for many days, slept soundly that night without coughing even once. When they opened their eyes, it felt like a dream; they actually saw the sun rise the next day.

Moreover, from that day on, the sun became bigger and brighter than ever before.

It feels so good to be alive again!

This sudden disaster has lasted for more than a month, taking away twelve overseers and dozens of strong laborers who were exiled to the northern desert. However, the few members of the Xiao family who were originally weak managed to survive.

"Without the medicine Nuannuan brought, we wouldn't have made it through this."

“Xiao Chunquan is our savior.” Manager Yan said to his son Yan Kun, “Xiao Chunquan is a little older than you. He is from the capital and is very sensible. You should learn from him.”

"Yes, Father, I understand."

News always travels slowly; the capital city only received the news when the ice and snow in the northern desert had melted.

"An epidemic has broken out in the northern desert?" Chunyu couldn't sit still upon hearing this news: "How are Father, Second Uncle, Third Uncle, and my younger brother?"

“Miss, don’t worry. Have you forgotten what our second young lady does?” Mo Lan gently comforted her. “When the second young lady sent a letter home before the New Year, she also brought several kinds of pills. She must have sent some to the northern desert as well.”

"Look at me, I'm so worried that I've lost my mind." Chunyu remembered that there was indeed such a thing. Yes, Nuannuan always thought things through and always put the health of her family first.

She also prepared medicine pills to soothe Panpan's stomach and intestines, and wrote a letter to herself telling herself: "To keep a child healthy, keep him slightly hungry and cold. Never let him eat a lot at once. He should eat small meals frequently, at regular times, focus on eating, chew slowly, have a balanced diet, and avoid picky eating..." In short, she was clearly just a young girl, but she knew more than her mother. That's what professionalism is.

"I also have no way to send the message to the northern desert."

Knowing that Nuannuan had contacted her relatives in Mobei, but she herself had no such connections, she was very worried. All the news about Mobei came from Nuannuan's letters home.

“Miss, don’t worry, good news comes late,” Mo Lan said. “By the way, Miss, news came from Granny Ma that our rouge shop is doing very well. The rouge and face powder made according to the recipe provided by the Second Miss are very delicate and have a unique fragrance, which is very popular among the wealthy ladies in the capital.”

"Nuan Nuan said the selling price had to be high, and I was worried that I would be scared away. But I didn't expect that if I did it the way Nuan Nuan suggested, the business would actually take off."

"That's natural. Good things aren't easy to come by. Limited pre-orders are indeed a good thing."

While other people's rouge can't be sold, her Qingcheng Pavilion needs to be booked in advance.

Whether they were royalty or high-ranking officials, everyone was treated equally and had to pay half a deposit first, and then pick up the goods half a month later. Every customer who had used her rouge and face powder was completely won over, and many even bought them as gifts.

The goods from Qingcheng Pavilion are ridiculously expensive; a small bottle can cost tens of taels of silver. Who wouldn't be confused by that?
(End of this chapter)