What a big porcelain shop!

Looking at the dazzling array of porcelains in various styles and colors in the store, Zhang Fengyi couldn't help but sigh.

Speaking of porcelain during the Ming Dynasty, it was really an era of rapid development. The so-called Doucai Five Colors and Overglaze Colors and Underglaze Colors in the later collection world all reached their peak during this period.

Zhang Fengyi actually has no research on porcelain. He has heard that porcelain is divided into official kilns and folk kilns. He also knows that blue and white porcelain should have been quite popular at this time. At least, most of the porcelain placed in this "Faopingxuan" in front of him is mainly blue and white.

According to general understanding, since the porcelain fired by the official kiln has the word "official", the quality will naturally be better, and the market price will be much higher. However, in the late Ming Dynasty, there was no difference in the technology of making porcelain in official kilns and folk kilns. Sometimes there were even examples of folk kiln products being stronger than official kilns.

In this porcelain shop, there are all porcelains produced by official kilns and folk kilns. Zhang Fengyi asked about the price and found that it was much higher from official kilns. For example, the small porcelain bottles that Zhang Fengyi wanted to buy were the cheapest in folk kilns. It was only 20 cents, which was only worth more than a dozen buns. However, there was no good product at all. That guy felt that it was rough and tight at a glance, and he couldn't get on the table.

In view of the so-called marketing science in later generations, Zhang Fengyi felt that he had to get a better packaging for his health products, so he finally bought two large wooden boxes, a total of fifty small blue and white porcelain vases of official kilns for a price of 100 cents.

Zhang Fengyi asked Laifu to play a guest role as a porter and brought two boxes of porcelain back to the medicine shop.

Not long after he sat down, the man sent by Master Fang to deliver the silver arrived. A large box of silver was full of patterns. After counting, it was indeed one thousand taels. It seemed that Fang Jifan still insisted on giving him five hundred taels more.

After seeing off the person, Zhang Fengyi squatted on the ground with his legs, held his chin with both hands, and looked at the box of Baiyin and became stunned.

This young master Fang... is getting more and more confused!

Given the amazing performance of that guy last night, Zhang Fengyi was actually a little frightened. He was afraid that if Fang Jifan discovered one day that the pill he gave him would be worthless at all, then...

When Zhang Fengyi thought of his father being the politician of the Jinyiwei, his face turned pale.

Or, now go to Fang Jifan and tell the truth about the medicine pill?

...No, no, isn't this clearly playing tricks on him? I almost got beaten up when I was about the "Immortal Pill" last time. If I did it again, I would probably be light if I was beaten to the point of paralysis...

No matter what, as the saying goes, "wealth and wealth are in danger", take one step at a time, as for the future... what you like, how big it is...

Zhang Fengyi was just thinking a little tilted, but suddenly a 14 or 15-year-old boy came in outside the door. He was wearing a coarse cloth clothes and wearing straw sandals and walked timidly to the counter.

Seeing the visitor, Lai Fu hurried to the counter to greet him.

"Shopkeeper, can you help me get a set of medicine on this prescription?" The boy took out a prescription in a panic and placed it on the counter.

When Lai Fu took the prescription, he saw that the prescription was prescribed, so he did not alarm the young master who was thinking. He took the pill himself, prepared the medicine in the prescription, and found a piece of yellow paper to wrap it up.

"How much?" asked the boy.

"Eighty-month." Lai Fu made up his plan.

Hearing this, the young man took out a cloth bag in his hand, poured out some copper plates from it, and counted it. Then he bit his lip and asked in a low voice: "Can it be cheaper? I only cost fifty cents in total."

"this……"

Lai Fu looked at the boy's appearance and obviously looked like a poor man. He felt complacent in his heart, but the young master didn't say anything, so he didn't dare to make decisions. He couldn't help but turn to look at Zhang Fengyi.

"Young Master, Young Master." Seeing that the young master was still thinking, Lai Fu couldn't help but scream a few times.

Zhang Fengyi came back to his senses and looked at Lai Fu: "What's wrong?" After glanced at him, he found the boy standing in front of the counter.

Lai Fu explained the situation just now in detail, and then said, "Young master, I don't think this little brother looks like a bad guy, why don't we charge him less money?"

Unexpectedly, Zhang Fengyi shook his head: "No!"

Lai Fu didn't expect that the young master was so inhumane, so he refused directly. He couldn't help but be stunned, thinking that the young master was not like this before...

Zhang Fengyi walked up to the boy, picked up the prescriptions on the counter and looked at them. He saw that they were all ordinary medicinal materials that cleared heat, dried dampness, relieved fire and detoxified, so he asked the boy: "Did you take this medicine you caught yourself?"

The boy shook his head: "This is for my master."

He raised his head again and said with a begging look: "You are the shopkeeper, I beg you, you can be better off and be cheaper!"

Zhang Fengyi looked at the boy and still shook his head.

Seeing that he refused, the boy had to sigh, carefully put the fifty copper plates in his hand, turned around and wanted to leave.

"Wait." Zhang Fengyi suddenly stopped him.

"What?" the boy turned around and asked, thinking, "Isn't it unwilling to do it, why are you calling me for?"

Zhang Fengyi smiled, picked up the bag of medicine on the counter and stuffed it into the boy's hand: "I said I won't give you a cheaper one, because I plan to give it to you for free."

The boy was stunned for a moment when he heard this. When he understood, he couldn't help but be overjoyed. He bowed to Zhang Fengyi and kept saying thanks: "Thank you, the shopkeeper, the mistress is so grateful..."

Zhang Fengyi hurriedly helped him up and glanced at the sight of tears rolling in his eyes, which made him wonder.

Isn't it just a medicine? As for this?

Zhang Fengyi called him to sit aside and asked the reason, then he figured out what was going on.

It turned out that the young man was named Wen San. He was an orphan since he was a child. His master has always raised him. A few days ago, the master was sick and could not do work. Wen San invited a doctor to prescribe a prescription for his master. Unexpectedly, because he was short of money, he went to more than a dozen pharmacies, but none of them were willing to sell medicine to him. He was very anxious. Now that he saw that Zhang Fengyi was willing to give him free gifts, he was naturally very grateful...

After listening to Wen San’s account, Zhang Fengyi couldn’t help but sigh that the world was cold and people’s hearts were not the same, but this apprentice was quite filial and couldn’t help but look at him a few more times.

Zhang Fengyi asked: "What does your master do?"

Wen San asked, and hurriedly replied honestly: "My master has always been good at carpenters and is a carpenter."

Zhang Fengyi nodded and thought to himself that's it. The status of craftsmen these days is not high and they can't make much money. If they are sick and unable to start work, life will indeed become very difficult.

Of course, royal carpenters like Zhu Youxiao are a different story!

Zhang Fengyi suddenly felt that he should do something for these craftsmen, because he clearly remembered that such a profound saying had been circulated in later generations:

Craftsman is a kind of wealth!

So Zhang Fengyi said to Wen San that if you need to catch any medicine in the future, just come here to get it, and you will still not accept any money.

Finally, Zhang Fengyi took out ten taels of silver from his body and stuffed it into Wen San's hand, urging him to take good care of his master.

Wen San... couldn't help but be shocked!

First, he was frightened by the shiny silver ingot. He had never seen such a large piece of silver before. Usually, he only had one or two hundred copper coins in his hand. That was the reward when he was working at Wang Yuanwai's house last year. Second, he had never seen someone as generous as Zhang Fengyi. He had to do ten taels or ten taels at one move. Even if the master and apprentice worked all day long, they would have to work for at least more than a year before they could earn so much money!

Although he was very envious, Wen San knew that he could never accept the money. As the saying goes, he would not receive any reward without merit. As a craftsman, he could be poor, but he could not be without backbone!

Seeing that Wen San was determined to accept the money, Zhang Fengyi couldn't help but smile and said, "Brother Wen San, just take it. This money is not for nothing. Maybe I will ask you to help me with some carpentry work at any time. This money is just a deposit. Do you think it's okay?"

Hearing this, Wen Sancai trembled and took the silver over, his eyes full of tears.

"If the young master uses my Wen San in the future, just say hello and I will arrive immediately!"
Chapter completed!