Yingbao looked her over and pointed to the stool across the table: "Sit down, I'll check your pulse."
Dongmei sat down as she was told and stretched out her wrist.
Yingbao felt her pulse, observed her complexion, and asked, "Are you still having lochia?"
Dongmei shook her head, "It's been refreshing lately."
Yingbao spread out the paper and wrote the prescription: "I'll change the medicine for you. Take it for a few days to consolidate your health. You are weak and need to take good care of yourself."
"What the young doctor said is true." Zhang said, "I have to thank the young doctor for curing my daughter. Then, can you sell us another bottle of the rootless water?"
She had just asked the shopkeeper in front, and he said there was no rootless water.
Yingbao looked at her and said, "Of course, you still need to use that water to decoct medicine." It seems that the pupil spring is indeed useful.
After writing the prescription, she handed it to Zhang's mother and daughter, asking them to wait in the shop in front. Yingbao went to the kitchen and injected the pupil spring into a clean jar.
Erni ran over and asked: "Yingbao, the female patient said she wanted to buy rootless water, you..."
Looking down, the little cousin pointed to a water jar on the ground and said, "Take it. This is the rootless water."
Erni picked up the water pitcher and glanced at the big water tank, feeling inexplicably guilty.
Two days later, all the homemade dried fruits were sold out, but Jiang Quan bought another 50 kilograms of dried fruits and some candied fruits from somewhere else.
"Yingbao, we need to prepare more gift boxes. They will definitely sell better during the New Year and other festivals than they do now." Jiang Quan said as he packed the preserved fruits: "I saw that other pastry shops also have gift boxes. The pictures on the boxes are very beautiful."
He glanced at his little cousin and said, "You only write and don't draw. The gift box is not festive at all."
Yingbao said unhappily, "I haven't learned to paint, how about you come?"
"I can't draw well." Jiang Quan sighed, and suddenly turned to look at Jiang Cheng: "Brother, you can draw, right? From now on, you can draw."
Jiang Cheng had no choice but to nod: "Let me try first."
He once studied painting with a teacher for several years, but the teacher said that his paintings were dull, colorful and lacked spirituality, so he stopped painting much.
I picked up the brush and started painting again, still painting those wealthy people, flowers and birds, and surprisingly, they matched the gift box well.
Jiang Quan picked up his brother's painting and looked at it, and said in surprise: "It's better than the paintings on the gift boxes of the pastry shop. Brother, the drawings on these gift boxes will be handed over to you from now on."
Jiang Cheng glanced at the piles of bamboo and wooden boxes and resolutely refused: "I can't paint!"
It's okay to paint some occasionally, but if I leave it all to him alone, I won't be able to finish it even if I don't eat or drink.
Drawing is not like writing where you can just write something down and be done with it. It requires several steps such as depicting and coloring. It is considered good if you can draw three pictures in an hour.
There were hundreds of gift boxes piled up in the room, and he would have to draw hundreds of pictures. Just thinking about it made his scalp tingle.
Yingbao: "Why not ask someone else? The students in the county school across the street are good at calligraphy and painting. If we ask them to paint, it will definitely save time and effort."
Students should be able to easily draw this kind of soulless picture of wealth and auspiciousness.
Jiang Quan shook his head immediately after hearing this: "Those are all scholars, how could they possibly draw this for you?"
"I will paint a small picture for ten cents each. I'm sure someone will be willing to do it."
Yingbao: "If you don't believe me, write a recruitment letter and post it outside. I guarantee someone will come to ask."
Jiang Quan thought so too, so he found a piece of uncut paper and wrote on it: Hiring a painter to draw a small auspicious painting, eight cents per painting.
Then stick this piece of paper on the door.
In the afternoon, several groups of students walked past the store, saw the invitation letter posted at the door, smiled at each other, and left one after another.
However, the next day, a scholar really came to ask about drawing.
Jiang Quan told the request, and the scholar asked, "Are the pens, ink, paper, and paint all provided by your family?"
"Of course, but if it is damaged, you will have to compensate for it." Jiang Quan didn't want to take out the brush, ink, paper and inkstone, only to end up not being able to paint many pictures. Wouldn't that be a big loss
The scholar nodded and said, "I am willing to give it a try."
Jiang Quan looked at his eldest brother and said, "Then please follow me to the backyard to draw a picture."
He couldn't give his brush, ink, paper and inkstone to a stranger. If he wanted to paint, he had to do it in the shop.
The scholar nodded, followed Jiang Quan to the backyard, and stood beside a table in the corridor.
The table belongs to Yingbao, and it has pens, ink, paper, inkstone, and paints, which is perfect for drawing for the scholar.
The scholar sat down on a chair beside the table, picked up the small piece of cut paper, looked at it, then picked up the pen and began to draw.
First, draw a picture of flowers and a full moon, then a picture of peonies and prosperity, then a picture of five sons passing the imperial examinations, and a picture of abundance every year.
There are generally four types of packaging on ordinary commodities, so we will just draw according to these four categories in the future.
The scholar paints very quickly, with bold and bright colors. Although there is no artistic conception, it is already very good.
Jiang Quan nodded: "Yes, that's it. But you can't just draw, you have to write as well."
“Draw first and then we can write together.” The scholar did not waste time and drew a few more pictures in succession. Only when he had ten pictures did he start to write in the blank spaces of the paintings.
Of course, it is not about writing poems or songs, but about writing product introductions and the names of their places of origin.
It was not until dark that the scholar finally completed ten small drawings, received eighty cents from Jiang Quan, and went back to the county school across the street.
Jiang Quan flipped through the ten small pictures with a painful look on his face, muttering, "These ten small pictures cost eighty coins, Yingbao, why don't we draw pictures and just write instead?"
Yingbao: "It takes someone to write, and I can't stay here forever. I'm afraid it won't be enough if I rely on my big brother alone. That scholar is good at writing and painting, so it's worth using him."
"Well, just use it." Jiang Quan thought about it and agreed.
He collected the small picture and put it aside. He asked, "Yingbao, when are you going back to collect the golden ears?"
He couldn't wait to put a batch of golden ears on sale in his shop.
"I'll go back after Xiaojie has rested."
Yingbao had not visited Wu Daozi at the county government office during this period. Firstly, the county magistrate was very busy at the end of the year and had no time to receive a child like her. Secondly, she was also busy, so she did not bother him.
But her younger brother Xiaojie will be on leave soon, so she has to go and pick him up and take him home.
Of course it is not the home in the countryside, but the home in Meihua Lane.
It was September 15th in a flash, and Jiang Quan drove a horse-drawn carriage to the county government office early in the morning to pick up his little cousin.
After picking up my cousin, I went to the market to buy some vegetables and meat and brought them back to make a big meal.
"Brother, the teacher asked what special products we have in our shop. He wants to buy some to take back home." Xiao Jie asked his second cousin.
Jiang Quan's eyes lit up when he heard this. "That's a lot. Golden fungus and snow fungus are the specialties of our village. The others, preserved fruits and crispy chestnut cakes, are all specialties of our shop."
"Puff pastry chestnut cake?" It was the first time Xiao Jie had heard of this snack. He asked curiously, "Who made it? Is it delicious?"
Jiang Quan: "Of course it's delicious if it's made by your sister."
In recent days, Yingbao and Erni often went to the dim sum shop, pretending to buy dim sum and stayed there for a long time.
Yingbao took advantage of her young age and the fact that others didn't pay much attention to her, and finally learned how to make chestnut cake.
"She made a lot of chestnut cakes at home yesterday. They were delicious. When you go back home tonight, you can bring some for your teacher to try."
Jiang Quan brought a lot of chestnuts from home, but he didn't know how to sell them.
In the end, it was my little cousin who came up with a solution and went to learn how to make crispy chestnut cake from others.