Liang Chuan was very nervous. This shop was his last hope. If he couldn't receive these last few medicines here, he could only let Zheng Ruoying rub it when he went back.

The short young man didn't seem very happy because of the arrival of the guests, but just said lightly: "Your medicines are just coming to the store."

Liang Chuan was stunned at first, then suppressed his inner ecstasy and said softly: "I want everything if there is one!"

"Follow me." The young man from the pharmacy said to Liang Chuan. Liang Chuan followed him into the pharmacy's storage pharmacy. A mixture of unexplained gas came to his face. I don't know if it was the Chinese medicine smell mixed with hundreds of medicines. Liang Chuan was quite steadily in the lobby of the pharmacy. The smell in the inner room made him look like a star flying in his mind, and he hurriedly covered his nose.

After entering the pharmacy, Liang Chuan was really eye-opening. The warehouse behind the house was ridiculously large and felt like it was hundreds of square meters. Except for the previous corner, there seemed to be traces of fire, other places where you have time to kiss are all medicine.

There are shelves on the cabinets on the ground and beams. They are piled up and hung and hung, and all the medicinal materials are stacked together in disorder, which looks spectacular. However, even Liang Chuan, an outsider, could see that they had no arrangements for storing these medicinal materials. They just put them in sacks and piled up wherever they have land. Countless fragments of medicinal residues are scattered on the ground. Just by clearing the medicinal residues on the ground, it is estimated that many secondary medicines can be cleared out.

The short young man led Liang Chuan to search in the mountain of Yaohaicai. He flipped through the piles and dug through the piles. Then he took down the stacks of medicinal materials on the shelf and looked at them all, and then found the first medicinal motherwort, the whole plant.

"There are not many plants in the whole plant, but fortunately our store also uses a lot of motherwort. In the past, we have bought a lot of motherwort. All of them are given to you, and the others are cheaper than rats and ants in the store." The short young man spoke in an old and erotic way, with a tone of looking at life and death, like an old Chinese doctor, who is incompatible with his appearance.

Liang Chuan found a bag and picked out the bad motherwort, leaving only what he needed. The short one knew that the rest was not easy to sell, so he looked at Liang Chuan's mouth slightly opened and closed again, his eyes were dead, and he didn't say a word.

Liang Chuan glanced at him inadvertently, looked at such a large medicine warehouse, and said with a hint of emotion: "Uh, you should be the owner of the shopkeeper, right?"

The short young man raised his head and said, "That's right, I am Zhuang Xiang. My father Zhuang Jun, a native of Qingyuan, gave me nicknamed "Zhuang Yao Cabinet".

Liang Chuan quickly put down the medicine, bowed to Zhuang Xiang, and said, "Thinking and silence, it turns out to be the Xiaozhuang medicine cabinet. No wonder your Zhuang family medicine shop has a large amount of medicinal materials. The guy who brought me here before praised Haikou. If you can't find the medicine, you don't have to search for it anywhere else. It's true!"

Zhuang Xiang said bitterly: "It was true before my father passed away. Since his father passed away, the store caught fire again, and then his mother remarried. Now he is in a lawsuit again. I am afraid that the medicine shop is not far from closing."

After Liang Chuan heard him talk about this, he thought to himself that this guy looked like a star-like expression. He would be able to understand this expression if anyone had such a lot of things.

"Brother Xiang, you are mourning and following changes. If you have any unsatisfactory things in life, failure is the mother of success. Frustration is the ladder of progress. Don't be depressed. Pulling up and running your pharmacy is the right way!" Although Liang Chuan has nothing to do with him, the medicine is in the hands of others. If it is really closed, where can I buy these medicines in the future?

Zhuang Xiang was full of thoughts. No one was relieved and relieved his troubles on weekdays. When he met Liang Chuan's words today, he felt enlightened. He repeatedly recited Liang Chuan's words several times and failed, the mother of success. He suddenly felt enlightened and quickly thanked Liang Chuan repeatedly.

After all, the young man looked more accommodating. Liang Chuan saw that he looked much better and continued, "You are the only one who runs your huge store alone?"

Zhuang Xiang said: "This matter is a long story, and it is hard to describe it."

Seeing that he didn't want to say more, Liang Chuan didn't want to ask more now, but said with an extra word: "Brother Xiang, your medicine warehouse is as heavy as a mountain, I'm afraid it will consume a lot of it every year!"

Zhuang Xiang's heart skipped a beat and said, "You are so wise. When my father was there, he always looked at these rats, mosquitoes, and moths eating the medicinal materials in the warehouse. These medicinal materials are bought every year with a lot of money. If this year is a good deficit, it will lose 30% and 50% in the disaster year. It is a trivial matter. These are life-saving medicinal materials. There is such a boat coming from the port every year!"

Although Liang Chuan had never eaten pork, he had seen pigs running. There were also medicine warehouses in the pharmacies and hospitals. Medicinal materials were the same as other raw materials. No matter how they were stored, they could not be stored in such a random way. Nowadays, pharmacies are like military arsenals, which are all kept constant temperature and humidity. The vacuum packaging of medicinal materials is considered low-end, and some have to be filled with inert gas to kill insects and anti-corrosion.

Liang Chuan said: "I will tell you if it will be useful. If it is useless, just show off my skills. Don't take it to heart."

Zhuang Xiang said, "Brother, you just say it's okay, I'll listen carefully."

Liang Chuan said: "How many types of loss do you have in your medicinal materials? They are smelly, moldy, insect-related, and oily. If any problem arises, this medicine will be reimbursed."

Zhuang Xiang looked at Liang Chuan with a look of surprise. This person was like the manager of his medicine warehouse, and he knew the medicine in the warehouse very well.

Liang Chuan continued: "This warehouse is the same as your doctor's consultation for patients. You have to know how many risks these drugs will be depleted. We can only solve this problem by prescribing the right medicine!"

Liang Chuan was talking about the truth of a doctor, and Zhuang Xiang immediately became awe-inspiring and bowed his head repeatedly and said, "Brother, the surname Gao?"

Liang Chuan laughed and said, "My surname is not Gao, my surname is Liang, and the word "Cao" is just the same as Liang Chuan."

Zhuang Xiang bowed to Liang Chuan and bowed respectfully and said, "I will find out the medicines for Brother Liang Chuan first, and wait until we go to our front hall for tea. The smell here is too strong and it is not a place to speak."

Although there were only a few medicines, Zhuang Xiang was not easy to find. Just moving the medicines made him covered in dust and sweating. He almost turned the medicine warehouse upside down, and finally collected the few medicines that Liang Chuan wanted.

After putting two medicine boxes, I got all the remaining four medicines after two sacks. The other medicines were easy to buy. I just wanted Zheng Ruoying to send someone to buy them.

Zhuang Xiang shook the dust on his body and said, "The reason why you can't buy these medicines in other stores is because the whole city's pharmacies, including my banker, have basically sold out, and the rest are those that several prescriptions need to be matched and cannot be sold."

Liang Chuan said in confusion: "What Brother Xiang is giving me?"

Zhuang Xiang smiled suspiciously when he saw Liang Chuan, "After my father passed away, many shops outside owed many old debts from my family. When they saw that I was young, ignorant and isolated, some just depended on those debts, and some were quite conscientious. I went to the door to get the money, but I didn't get it, but I used these medicines to settle the debt. I thought it would be better to have medicine than to have no money. It's a little bit to get it back. Most of the medicines in the medicine warehouse were paid back by others when I asked for the debt outside."

It turns out that the old man owes money, and this has always been the virtue of this since ancient times. Being a good person will not be easy to survive at any period because they are condemned by morality. Bad people just care about their own comfort, so how can they care about the floods and Taotian?

Liang Chuan asked: "Why don't you sell these drugs at a low price?"

Zhuang Xiang originally thought Liang Chuan was sent by another medicine shop. When he heard Liang Chuan's question, he was relieved. Only the layman would ask this question. Then he explained: "The medicinal materials are not as important as other goods. The most important thing to see is the efficacy. If the medicine is not good or bad, the efficacy will be of no value. Even if the price is lower, no one can buy a bunch of medicinal materials that have no medicinal effects to the patient. If people are cured, they will be sued. Besides, a new batch of medicines at the port is coming soon. These old medicines are probably cheaper than those rats and ants."

Liang Chuan said: "It seems that the storage process is really important to you."

Zhuang Xiang cut two slices of ginseng, added a few wolfberry, and brewed a bowl of ginseng tea for Liang Chuan: "I don't like to eat tea, let's drink this!"

Liang Chuan smiled in his heart, no wonder you are so steady and kind, I'm afraid you've taken a lot of supplements.

He thought so in his heart, but Liang Chuan didn't dare to say that, just said, "Good tea!"

It is also rare for Zhuang Xiang. Since his father passed away, he has lived alone in a daze. The huge shop is almost growing, and he can't calm down and concentrate on managing it. Today, he met Liang Chuan and woke up the dreamer. He woke up as if he had just woken up in his dream. He even took out the old ginseng. Not only did he not feel wasted, but he also felt that it was worth the money.

Liang Chuan even drinks very little tea in the store. One is for holiday inspections, and the other is that he really can't drink tea soup with seasonings. Most of the tea drinks by himself still drink herbal tea. I drank ginseng tea once today, and the ginseng fragrance is strong. Although there are only two slices, Liang Chuan just smells the smell and feels that the nutritional value of this soup is definitely higher than that of the American ginseng grown artificially in later generations.
Chapter completed!