Zhang Yan felt more reassured and more certain that his approach was correct.

He has been debating whether to prepare so much food.

If it were just him, Tong Mei, and his future children, Zhang Yan wouldn't need to make any preparations. The materials rewarded by the system alone would be enough for him to survive three years of natural disasters.

However, he still has a family and parents. Although his parents are very unreliable, they are also his parents from his previous life and cannot be ignored.

There are also grandfather, uncle, and many comrades in arms, so it is impossible to ignore them.

That's why Zhang Yan chose to continue buying grain.

Making grain into grain bricks is also convenient for taking out when the time comes.

The uncle's contentment made Zhang Yan determined to help the uncle's family overcome difficulties in the future.

According to the past reward rules of the system, when the wheat is harvested next year, he will be able to get a reward of more than 10,000 yuan. He plans to make all the money into grain bricks and store them.

Grain bricks are not delicious, but they can save lives.

Zhang Yan wanted to invite his uncle and uncle to have dinner, but they were worried that it would be unsafe to store so much food here, so they refused to go.

Zhang Yan had no choice but to go out and make a phone call and ask his uncle and uncle to help him take care of it first.

Riding his bicycle, he found a shop selling cooked food. Zhang Yan bought two kilograms of pig head meat, two pig ears, two bottles of Erguotou, and ten white flour steamed buns.

The steamed buns sold outside are much more expensive than those sold in the factory. A half-catty white-flour steamed bun costs two cents a catty and requires food stamps.

After taking the things and returning to the yard, the uncle and the second uncle fell asleep leaning against the wall.

I was busy all night yesterday and went to find Zhang Yan again today without rest.

“Uncle, second uncle, let’s have something to eat!

After eating, go back early, you have been busy all night, go home and rest early." Zhang Yan said distressedly.

"It's okay, I haven't slept all night, what are you afraid of?" the uncle said with a grin.

"Yanzi, why did you buy so many things? It's a waste if you can't eat them."

"It's okay. If you can't eat it, take it home and give it to your nieces and nephews." Zhang Yan said with a smile.

"You kid!" the uncle said without saying anything more.

My nephew is very capable, so it's not much more than a meal from him.

After dinner, Zhang Yan sent his uncle and uncle away.

Zhang Yan then returned to the main room and put all the flour and cornmeal into the space.

Flour and cornmeal are packed in flour bags, so there is no need to put them in boxes.

Each bag of flour and cornmeal comes in a bag of 100 kilograms. The flour does not occupy one grid, but the cornmeal takes up one and a half grids.

Unfortunately, flour and cornmeal cannot be placed in the same grid, otherwise the two grids would be just right.

Zhang Yan was a little confused and didn't understand. Since wooden boxes can be used to nest dolls, why can't they be replaced by flour bags?

Not only flour doesn’t work, but rice doesn’t work either.

The same rice, but not from the same place of origin, cannot be placed in the same grid.

This made Zhang Yan a little depressed.

After collecting the flour and cornmeal, collect the bacon into the space.

The bacon is packed in ceramic jars. One ceramic jar contains thirty kilograms of bacon, occupying another grid.

Looking at the ceramic jar, Zhang Yan remembered that he had always felt that he had overlooked something before, but now he realized that he had ignored the container.

Whether it's a noodle bag or a ceramic jar, they didn't appear out of thin air. They were all bought by the uncle and the others.

It seems that I don’t have any money for the ceramic jar.

Since the uncle didn't mention it, he should have already included this part of the money.

Forget it, let’s talk about it later.

Zhang Yan thought for a while and could only give up temporarily.

Push the bicycle out, lock the hospital door, and ride the bicycle back to Red Star Hospital.

"Brother Zhang, Dean Liang is looking for you."

"Okay, I understand!" Zhang Yan agreed and turned around to Lao Liangtou's office.

"Dean Liang, are you looking for me?"

"Well! Let me tell you some good news. The sales of the Chinese patent medicines we produce have been negotiated. Tongrentang and Baitasi Pharmacy have agreed to purchase from us, and Xicheng Hospital and Jishuitan Hospital have also agreed to purchase from us."

Old Liangtou said happily to Zhang Yan.

This is good news.

I didn't expect that Lao Liangtou's network of connections was so powerful, and he was able to open up sales in such a short period of time.

Zhang Yan still likes to prescribe decoctions to patients. Unless they clearly say they don’t want to drink traditional Chinese medicine, Zhang Yan will prescribe Chinese patent medicines, so the sales of Red Star Hospital are average.

Most of them were prescribed by Dr. Zhen Jia.

"However, a new problem has arisen now, that is, our production cannot keep up. Can you see if you can find some more pharmaceutical masters from your hometown?" Lao Liangtou worried happily.

The profits from Chinese patent medicines are not small, with gross profits exceeding 100%. This is the reason why he did not dare to ask for more.

It was just doubled on the basis of the cost. Originally, Lao Liangtou asked for this price and left it to the other party to counter-offer. Unexpectedly, the other party agreed directly without paying back any price.

This surprised Lao Liangtou.

In the 1950s, although no one aimed at making profits, it was always a good thing to make money.

With more money, their Red Star Hospital can speak louder in the factory, giving them the confidence to make any demands.

"Dean Liang, it would be easy to find more people, but our original five houses have already reached the limit of the number of people we can accommodate. If we add more people, there will be no extra space." Zhang Yan thought for a while and said.

The production methods of the Red Star Hospital Pharmaceutical Factory are very primitive, and most of them are still the oldest and most traditional pharmaceutical methods.

The grinding of medicinal materials still relies on cutting with knives, grinding with medicine rollers, and medicine pestles and medicine bowls, which is very inefficient.

"That's right. There doesn't seem to be anything suitable in the vacant houses in the factory." Lao Liang scratched his head and said.

"Dean Liang, in fact, increasing production capacity does not necessarily require increasing manpower. We can start by improving the production process."

"Improve the production process?"

"Yes, didn't I write an order last time? As long as you buy the above mechanical equipment, you can greatly increase production efficiency." Zhang Yan reminded.

Last time Zhang Yan proposed to purchase machinery and equipment for the production of Chinese patent medicines, but the factory didn't take it seriously at all.

I don’t know if it’s because I couldn’t buy it, or I simply didn’t buy it.

It is probably more likely that Zhang Yan did not buy it.

The equipment he wanted was not advanced mechanical equipment. Similar machinery and equipment already existed as early as the Republic of China.

The Chinese patent medicine pharmaceutical factories during the Republic of China had already implemented mechanized production. As a result, the current Red Star Hospital is not as good as the pharmaceutical factories during the Republic of China.

"Those equipments you mean? Okay, I'll urge you later and ask the Purchasing Department to buy them back as soon as possible." Only then did Lao Liangtou remember the equipment list that Zhang Yan gave him, and nodded with some embarrassment.
Chapter completed!